FINAL SNEAK PEEK-SURRENDER YOUR HEART TO ME
Hey, Reader!
Tomorrow Storm Writer releases her BLP debut, Surrender Your Heart To Me, and we have one final sneak peek to share with you before it goes live!
F*ck love!
That’s what 24-year-old Kalise Jones has been screaming since she was old enough to know what it was. After witnessing the turmoil and heartbreak that her mother endured from her and her brother Ahmad’s father’s, on top of going through a tragedy that changed her life forever, it left a negative imprint on her mind that men didn’t really love women. Only what was between their legs.
She was fine with being free-spirited, but when Malcolm comes in and swoops her off her feet, she is torn between her old self and the woman Malcolm was making her out to be.
Malcolm, unlike his brother Nasir, doesn’t mind falling in love, he just hasn’t found the right one – until he meets Kalise, the smart-mouthed rude girl who has kept him interested from the start. Falling in love was the least of his worries, as the secret he has been keeping for a while threatens his life, he must fight through it so he can live his happily ever after with Kalise.
Join Malcolm and Kalise on their journey of love, lies, and secrets that will leave you wondering if she will Surrender Her Heart to Him. Download your copy today!
Kalise
What is love?
I question the meaning of it every day. Love to me, is an acronym for bullshit. L.O.V.E. Lies Over Valid Emotions. Just pure bullshit. Love has me sitting here with a .22, a joint, and a pint of Seagram’s Gin. Yeah, I said gin. My mother always said that gin makes you sin, and I had every intention of committing the ultimate sin tonight. I was for sure going to meet the devil whenever my time comes.
I cursed the day that I ever met Malcolm Iman fucking Lewis. He made me love him, when I wasn’t looking for the shit in the first place. We were supposed to just be having fun. That fucking, eating, and leaving with no strings type of fun. But nah. He wanted more from me, but in return, gives me the fuck you finger. He was still out here being the hoe that he was born to be, but wants me to be the submissive, doting, loving girlfriend. I was twenty-four years old.
I was supposed to be letting out my inner hoe right now, but no. I'm sitting in my car, stalking and watching this nigga court some random bottom of the barrel bitch. I mean, the bitch wasn’t even cute, sexy, or not even okay looking.
Nothing!
Just straight ugly! Ugly, ugly, ugly.
I laughed because he doesn’t even care enough to hide the dirty bitch. Just out here straight disrespecting me. When my best friend, Amora, and I first met the Lewis brothers, we both knew their asses were crazy.
Amora was able to tame Nasir though.
That nigga went from straight savage, to a loving husband and father in the matter of months. Amora had Nasir’s ass wrapped around her finger. That nigga couldn’t move unless she gave the okay.
Now don’t get me wrong, he wasn’t a weak nigga, but if Mo disagreed with anything, he would retreat. Why the fuck Mal couldn’t be like that?
I know he’s not his brother, but damn. I liked to think I could calm his hot-headed ass down too. But obviously not. I couldn’t even look at another nigga or he would jump stupid. It was okay though. I was about to end his very fucking existence. Ol’ tack head ass nigga! It wasn’t like this six months ago. We were actually good, but somewhere along the line, he switched up on me. Which was why I was sitting here, in my car, waiting on nightfall to make my move.
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Hope you’re ready for this debut! It’s one you don’t want to miss!