No Rain, No Flowers - Sneak Peek!

On October 18th, Tisha Andrews returns with a new release and she has a special sneak peek for you to read below.

“Marry me.”

“Huh, what?”

“You heard me,” Lester whispered, sporting a devilish grin as he peeked from underneath the covers. I then felt something cold being pushed up my finger. My body damn near paralyzed at the sight of a pink pear shaped diamond, easily three to four karats. “I said marry me, Summer Knowles.”

I think I must have blinked a few times, even held my breath when he said, “Baby, you’re scaring me.” He laughed. “Are the blinking eyes a yes?”

Hell no, it wasn’t a yes. It was a “what the fuck are you thinking?” Besides, the last time I received a ring wasn’t even worth a fourth of this one—a canary yellow ring I kept hidden in a jewelry box tucked in a box in the back of my closet.

“Uh,” I groaned, pushing out air. Instantly, my throat was dry and my mouth felt like cotton. I needed space and fresh air. A shift upward out of concern planted his shaft firmly against my center, causing it to pulsate. Great, just great. He’d get a yes because of my lady parts. Not from my mouth and definitely not my heart.

“Uh?” he repeated, laughing. “I’m not sure if that’s good or bad. Honey, talk to me.”

It’s bad. Trust me, bad bad. Especially since I had plans of breaking up with him shortly after today’s brunch. I’d been contemplating it for some time, probably the past year and a half. I came up with many reasons from him traveling so much, to us working on different goals, to me wanting to find myself, which, by the way was translation for, “it’s me, not you.” 

I’ve know men to use that quite often in real life and in movies. I wasn’t so sure it would work for me, but a girl was getting desperate. So, this was definitely bad bad.

“Honey,” I released, easing up just a little as his hand cupped my left ass cheek followed by a sensual squeeze. Oh goodness, he was not making this easy. Neither was the diamond that flickered as the morning sun clothed it, temporarily mesmerizing me. “I… I…”

“I know, I know.” He smiled, applying a feather-like kiss on my shoulder. “It is sudden, but I figured why not?” he whispered, lowering his head and feeding himself breakfast between my legs.  His tongue swirled in a circular motion like a figure eight up and down the inner folds of my center, causing my back to arch. 

“Shit,” I uttered, praying he’d just shut up and feast.

“Nothing would make me happier, Summer,” he confessed, his nose gliding up and down my love.  My stomach caved in, riding on the waves of euphoria as my pussy quaked. There was no doubt that my body was ever not pleased. Still, it was no substitute as to how he actually made me feel—like a bargaining tool to please my father.

Was the real answer no since I didn’t own my heart, couldn’t own it, when my ex from years earlier was still its rightful owner? I mean that was the truth, a silent truth that only one person knew about. That was my cousin Whitney. They’d never met but that’s all she heard about, Rome this and Rome that the first year after we’d broken up.

Ten years later, I was forbidden to mention his name to her since I was “too pussy to put people in their place and go after my man.” She was my Aunt Lorraine’s daughter, the aunt that practically raised me once my presence in my parents’ lives didn’t allow for adequate parenting.

My father’s excuse was working endless hours as an attorney, representing high-profile celebrities while my mother signed up for multiple vacations in rehab. I had to be about eight before I realized she was in treatment and not with other mothers having a good time away from their children. 

While I wasn’t in love with Lester, I didn’t hate him either. He just fit the bullshit image my parents wanted me to portray years later now that my father was retired and my mother was clean and sober. 

Still, I’d never met a man that rather have his woman at home at the door with his slippers, liquor and cigar in hand over a working woman that could help him build an empire.