Sample Sunday | The Passion We Share
April will be a beautiful month.
Not only is it my birthday month, I’m starting it out with a release that challenged me to bring it!
Enjoy the excerpt below!
This gem is coming soon!
(unedited + subject to change)
“Drive,” A deep voice boomed behind me. The voice was spine-chilling, deep and threatening. I assumed my heart would stop before he had a chance to hurt me… or worse.
“I don’t have any cash on me,” I whispered. I was too in shock to cry, too mind-boggled to react smarter than I had.
He scoffed, followed by a small chuckle. “Crank this toy car up and drive, woman.”
“Excuse me?!” I snapped my neck. It was a bold move, but I didn’t care at the moment. If he was going to kill me, he needed to put me out of my misery now.
I didn’t want to be teased and led to a deeper torture. It had already been a long week!
I twisted the key, revved the engine and headed out of the parking garage. Sneaking a glance in my rear-view mirror, I gasped faintly at the man who stared back at me.
I didn’t know him. Had never seen him in my entire twenty-seven years of living. But he was one of the finest men I’d ever laid eyes on. His features spoke for him. A quick glance at him revealed that he was smooth, a total charmer and lots of trouble.
I couldn’t believe this was really happening to me. And by him.
“Where are we going?” I questioned, looking back and forth from the rear-view mirror to the congested streets of downtown Orlando.
“You doing good, shawty. Keep driving straight,” he responded, laid back and anxious at the same time. He eyed the watch on his wrist like time wasn’t on his side, and tightened his jaw occasionally like there was tension between him and I.
He wasn’t afraid of me taking glances at him; he clearly wasn’t worried that I could file a report and describe everything about him.
“What’s your name?” He looked up from his watch and caught my eyes in the mirror.
“My… my name?”
What the fuck is my name?
“That’s what I asked you, shawty.” He chuckled, shaking his head at my nervousness.
“Hazel,” I finally answered. He’d only asked a moment ago, but I’d already felt I let him down.
How’d he have me forgetting my own name?
“Oh,” he reacted unimpressed. I was sure he’d already noticed the eyes behind the name. He’d stared in them long enough. “Do me a favor and focus on the road, Hazel. Traffic is crazy as fuck around this time and you burning a hole in a nigga face.”
I didn’t try to smile!
I didn’t even want to smile during a time like this, but it was out of my control. A stranger. A fucking criminal in my backseat had an effortless influence over me that I couldn’t explain.
“What’s your name?” I asked. Obliging to his request, I looked forward, solely focused on the busy road.
“Daniel,” he answered quickly. Too quickly.
Men knew they could lie! Or at least try to.
“Why are you in my car, Daniel?”
“Needed a ride.” I could sense him shrug. Nonchalant must’ve been his middle name.