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Abiegail Rose is a writer, singer, and motivational speaker. When she isn't enjoying the country life of Mississippi with her family, you can find her face first in her computer writing or podcasting about relationships, situationships, friendships, and kinships– "the ships that can sink you or take you where you need to be!" She loves filling in the black and white lines of life with dramatic colors, and she is always ready to interact with her readers and listeners.
Here is a short sample from the book:
"Kenneth placed one hand in the middle of my back. Brought me back to reality. Extended the other toward two chairs along the wall.
Once in front of the chair, he began to remove my coat. Hate to admit, he didn’t look much like a gentleman. Guess you can’t judge a book by its cover, right? As I grabbed a seat, he removed his own coat. Goodness gracious. I was not ready. Dude was put together. I think I let out a gasp. A sigh. Something audible. Maybe all three. A rust colored crewneck sweater hugged his torso. A silver necklace with the zodiac symbol for Leo fell between his pecs. His arms tugged against the sleeves perfectly. Cream colored slacks fell against defined muscular thighs. They hung comfortably across the tops of his boots. Now I was close enough to see them. Timberland.
“You OK?”, he asked.
“Huh?” When I said it, I realized my mouth had been open.
“Are you OK?”
“Of course. A sista can admire, can’t she?”
“Of course a sista can,” he said. “I’m sure you’re used to it.”
“I guess. I really don’t notice.” By now he was sitting in the chair next to me.
“Stop it. You can keep it one hunnid with me.”
“I’m serious. I mean, I stay in shape and all, but I really don’t go out much. Most of the people I see are at my shop and the gym.”
“Yeah. And I’m sure more than a few women have tried to pay you with their panties.”
He laughed. “True, but I’ve never accepted. Cash only.”"