Sweet St. Louis : AN Urban Love Story
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New York Times bestselling author Omar Tyree's seductive, insightful novel exploring the age-old question: how do people fall in love—and stay in love?
When Anthony "Ant" Poole, a young auto mechanic with a creative approach to the mating game, tries out his latest line on Sharron Francis, he has no idea of the impact it will have. For Sharron, an ordinary girl in search of companionship and happiness, Ant's words are filled with mystery and allure. Would she really be getting an actual piece of him, or just a piece period? The more Sharron contemplates Ant's line, the more it confounds her. When she decides the only way for her to discover its meaning is to discover Ant for herself, both her life and his are turned upside down.
added, “By the way, we found the truck you had.” “What truck?” Guilty. Then he brought in the comedian, who was considerably younger than the other guys. “How old are you?” the detective asked him. “Nineteen.” The brother had pity in his eyes. Poor kid. Another one bites the dust. “You have something you want to tell me?” he asked him. “I don’t think so. You have something you want to tell me?” The detective shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe. Maybe not. But I will tell you this. You’re
her the opportunity to afford what she wanted without having to sweat him for everything. She would hate for him to start coming back around with plenty of “I told you so’s” and “I knew you couldn’t handle it’s.” “You’re looking at at least two weeks, depending on how long it takes for the parts to come in,” Ant answered her. “Two weeks? Shit!” she snapped. She had no idea whatsoever about cars. She was thinking more on a timetable of two days. Ant could read her dilemma. She definitely had
husband is having big fun with that! No doubt!” “No doubt indeed!” Tone agreed with a smile. “That’s exactly why we don’t need to be in here. It’s gon’ be a bunch of old, worn-out, divorced, and kid-having women up in here. We need to hook up with some college girls, or girls who just got out of college. You know, still wet behind the ears and shit. “Look, it ain’t even that many people up in here yet,” Tone continued whining. Ant said, “You know, it’s CPT time. Black people always come late.”
that’s how the werewolf legends began in the first place: late-night hungers for OPP—other people’s property. The automatic question to Ant’s late-night investigation lingered…. “Why?” “You feel like seeing me tonight?” he asked Shawntè instead of answering it. Of course she wanted to see him. She wanted to see him daily if she could. Not just for sex either. But what could she do about it? Realistically? Some women are just dealt a better hand of cards than others. That was her dilemma. She
the busy airport crowd. Brenda, in her late forties, was a kind, brown woman with three daughters like Celena’s family. Everything but this ridiculous cashier of yours, Sharron thought. She’d been there when Brenda gave Nadine the job. A surrogate-mother thing could be a blessing, because Nadine definitely needed some guidance, just not at the expense of Sharron’s daily peace of mind. “Yeah, things are pretty much in order,” she answered. “I just have two more shelves to stock.” “Good. How is