Teganjaz Books Presents... Author, Tracy L. Darity

“That girl we past just tried to stare me down and when I looked at you you looked at the ground now I don’t know who she is but I think you do dat gummit who is she and what is she to you…

Something in my heart and something in your eye tells me she’s not just someone passing by and when you cleared your throat was that supposed to be your que….”

Remember that oldie, Who Is She and What Is She to You, originally done by the Three Degrees? How many women have asked their mate that very question? Call it women’s intuition or a sixth sense, but most of us know when another woman has made a connection with our man.

How many times have you sat around with you girlfriends and recalled that moment when you just didn’t think something was right with a particular female, only to find out she was sleeping with your man. What’s so unfair is that she probably knows without a doubt who you are and everything about you, but you have to rely on instincts to figure out who she is and what she means to your man.

Once you’ve figured out that there is someone else beating your time, what do you do next? Do you confront him, confront her, or just sit back and watch things unfold; losing valuable time in saving your relationship, if it can be saved. Believe it or not, your man recognizes the moment that you figured it out. Your total body language changes when she comes around, you start asking questions that you never asked before, or with most women you probably start making snide remarks about her. The more you learn about this woman the more negative your body language and comments become.

The biggest mistake comes when you choose to observe things to be sure; looking for that one thing that confirms your suspicions. By not presenting him with what you are feeling (and deep inside know to be true) you give him the impression that you are willing to turn the other way while he does his dirt.

Love..Like Snow In Florida On A Hot Summer Day is a story about infidelity to the nth degree. LaDamien Bryson, the husband, openly and freely carries on a full-fledge relationship with his mistress Mya Blake. Kim, LaDamien’s wife has heard the rumors and knows in her heart that her husband is carrying on a relationship with another woman. Instead of laying her cards on the table she forfeits her stance, as the wife, and tries to manipulate her husband into re-engaging in their marriage. Why would a wife ever feel that she is in competition with the other woman? Not only is it crazy but it only strokes the male ego and place him higher on his self-made pedestal.

Following is excepts from Love…Like Snow In Florida On A Hot Summer Day:

Kim

LaDamien’s body language is screaming that he is lying. He is talking fast as he recites the lie he is laying out to me. He is going on a business trip to meet the guy Barry he told me he and Mark met a few months back at one of those networking events. Barry has invited them to attend a function down in Naples that will expose them to some new contacts. The event will not end until late so they will stay the night. I know it is a lie because he has offered it to me in a gift box with a pretty bow on top. He has gone overboard to ensure I understand it is a business trip and nothing for me to worry about. Plus, he knows my quarterly business meeting is tomorrow and I will not be able to take off or leave early to join him.

It is Friday morning and I need to get going but I do not want to leave because I know LaDamien is up to no good. I can’t put leaving off any longer so I say goodbye and lead Ariel out to the car. LaDamien follows us out to the garage and kisses us both, goodbye. He reminds me again that he is leaving for Naples around three and will not be back until tomorrow. He is being too accommodating, and I am convinced more than ever that he is lying. “Maybe we can have lunch,” I suggest. He quickly shoots me down. He has to drive over to Venice to view a property. As a matter of fact, he may just continue on to Naples from Venice, instead of returning home. My heart aches.

After dropping Ariel off at school, I head home instead of merging on to the interstate. LaDamien’s Cadillac Escalade is still in the garage. He has just stepped out of the shower when I reach our bedroom. “What are you doing back here?” he asks me.

The excuse I use is I forgot the reports I was working on. “It is part of my presentation for today’s meeting.” To waste time, I ask him more about Barry and what type of contacts he is looking to make at this function. He is becoming annoyed by my questions and continues to veer over at the clock. His cell phone, which is lying next to his overnight bag, is lighting up, indicating that a call is coming in. He picks the phone up and rejects the call, and then presses the end button a little longer than necessary and the phone shuts off.

LaDamien steps to me and begins running his hands along my hips, sliding my skirt up. He pushes me up against the dresser as he pulls my pantyhose, girdle and panties down. I brace his shoulders as he enters me. He is asking me if I am scared he’s going to give my dick away. If this is why I have returned? I want to scream yes, but instead I say, “No, I really did leave my report but I’m glad I came back.”

Mya

He jokes, “You’ve seen me for three days straight. Anymore and we would be considered husband and wife.”

“What would be wrong with that?”

...He replies, “Nothing, except you don’t want to be married to me.” I shake my head, kiss him on the cheek and enter my car. Again, I have the urge to follow him but do not want to slide down that path. Reminded of our situation, of the fact that he belongs to someone else and if I were to catch him in a lie, what would it matter because this whole relationship is a lie, I head home.

It is eleven a.m. and traffic is at a crawl. I was making good time along I-4 until I reached Lakeland. My fear is there has been a bad accident and I’m concerned I won’t make it to work by one p.m. as I had promised. Traffic inched along slowly for the next ten miles, and when I approached exit twenty-five I finally saw that the hold-up was not an accident going westbound, but a wreck in the eastbound lanes. The delay on my side of the highway was due to onlookers. We crept along until I was finally even with the wreckage. An older model Isuzi Rodeo was overturned in the median and a yellow sheet lay on the ground close by. Someone was pinned beneath the vehicle and that someone was dead. My natural reaction is to say a little prayer for the victims soul, and for the family that was about to get the awful news. My eyes open to witness another shocker, Kim and Ariel were sitting in her Mercedes Benz, impatiently waiting their turn to maneuver past the emergency vehicles that were blocking the inside lane. I was staring so hard I must have come to a complete stop because the vehicle behind me tapped its horn. I gently pressed the gas and eased forward. It may have been my imagination but I swear Kim looked straight at me with a look of total disbelief. We both lifted our cell phones at the same time. My call went to voice mail, while hers appeared to have been answered.

Tracy L. Darity is the author of the Multicultural Advocacy Literary Groups Living In Color Award  for 2009 Best New Author, for her debut novel He Loves Me He Loves Me Not! She is also the author of the steamy, yet thought-provoking new release, Love…Like Snow In Florida On A Hot Summer Day. The above blog is part V of the Love… series. Click the links below to read the previous entries.

Part I – Are You And Your Mate Keeping It 100?

Part II – First Comes Love Then Comes Marriage Then Comes ____ Pushing A Baby Carriage

Part III – Marriage….Life Commitment or Life Sentence

Part IV - Maybe Your Spouse Just Isn't That Into You

Love…Like Snow In Florida On A Hot Summer Day is causing readers to take pause and reflect over their own relationships. This controversial novel about three lives that become intertwined when LaDamien Bryson, who is married, is faced with whether or not to stay in a marriage that he long ago realized was a mistake, or pursue the love of a woman he believes to be his soul-mate. His inability to choose one over the other sends all of their lives into a whirlwind with ramifications that can cost him a whole lot more than their love.

To take a peek inside, see book trailers, or learn more about Tracy L. Darity, please visit www.TracyLDarity.com; www.TracyLDarity.ning.com; or connect with the author on Facebook and Twitter.