Officially my third novel, "My Husband's Fiancée," will be released on October 20th but if you don't know by now, my publisher is offering a pre-order special where you'll receive a 20% discount and free shipping! You must order from my website though so here's the link: www.kairadenee.com/husband
(PS - Please excuse the formatting. I tried to indent the paragraphs but the formatting is not saving. what-evs..)
This is an exclusive sneak peek for all my blog followers! Here's the prologue:
Although Tangie sauntered only a few steps behind her fiancé and his wife he still hadn’t seen her. The couple walked hand in hand and couldn’t have looked happier. Their happiness wasn’t a front; their smiles were genuine.
She donned a pair of oversized Chanel sunglasses, but Tangie wasn’t in disguise. She wanted to be seen, but not until the moment was right.
Eric and Mikelah were strolling through the Trumbull Mall Christmas shopping for their 3 kids. His left hand was weighted down by bags from Toys R Us and Old Navy, while his right hand firmly grasped her delicate hand that was weighted down by a four carat diamond.
The ring Eric put on Tangie’s finger was half the size of his wife’s; just two carats. Yes, Tangie had a ring; she was no “jump off”, and Tangie meant the world to Eric.
The couple stopped in front of the GAP and decided to go in. Eric turned quickly to look over his shoulder; his sixth sense felt trouble brewing. Tangie didn’t flinch, but alas, he still didn’t see her.
She donned a pair of oversized Chanel sunglasses, but Tangie wasn’t in disguise. She wanted to be seen, but not until the moment was right.
Eric and Mikelah were strolling through the Trumbull Mall Christmas shopping for their 3 kids. His left hand was weighted down by bags from Toys R Us and Old Navy, while his right hand firmly grasped her delicate hand that was weighted down by a four carat diamond.
The ring Eric put on Tangie’s finger was half the size of his wife’s; just two carats. Yes, Tangie had a ring; she was no “jump off”, and Tangie meant the world to Eric.
The couple stopped in front of the GAP and decided to go in. Eric turned quickly to look over his shoulder; his sixth sense felt trouble brewing. Tangie didn’t flinch, but alas, he still didn’t see her.
Tangie pensively waited outside of the GAP. Taking a seat on the bench situated in front of the entrance, she was sure they’d see her when they exited the store. Tangie couldn’t wait for Eric to see her because they all needed to talk. This threesome relationship had to end.
Tangie wasn’t nervous as she didn’t need to be. She truly believed she hadn’t done anything wrong, and the truth was her strongest argument. Crossing her legs and arms, she sat defiantly waiting for the happy couple to emerge.
Tangie didn’t have vengeance in her heart. She didn’t want to start a fight or rub the affair in his wife’s face – besides Mikelah already knew all about her husband’s indiscretions. In her younger days, Tangie would’ve gotten grave satisfaction out of completely embarrassing Eric in front of hundreds of people in the mall. But it was a new day all she wanted was for him to choose.
Tangie was fed up with being someone’s second pick, someone’s side piece. It was only a year and a half ago that she’d been caught sleeping with her sister’s best friend’s man. Stupid her, but she believed Marcus when he said he wanted to be with her and would leave his girlfriend. Now it was Eric stringing her along. But no more, no more!
Tangie was bitter, pissed off and didn’t care if she tore their family apart any more.
She impatiently rocked back and forth waiting for Eric and Mikelah to exit the store. The aroma of pretzels and gourmet coffee began nauseating her as her stomach stirred with anxiety.
Twenty minutes passed before she spotted them coming towards her.
Laughing.
Holding hands.
So happy.
She stood up and crossed her arms over her chest preparing herself in the defensive stance.
Eric came to a sudden stop. His eyes became shaky.
Mikelah looked at him with a confused expression. Then she sized Tangie up.
Mikelah had seen pictures of Tangie before. She’d snuck into Eric’s email account and seen Tangie’s bare body in every freaky pose imaginable, but she had never seen her in person.
Eric’s eyes became slits. His life as he knew it was instantly over. He dropped Mikelah’s hand. Slowly, Tangie lowered her sunglasses and eased them off my face, exposing the shiny swell below her eye.
The women stared at each other, dumbfounded by their resemblance of one another.
Mikelah’s heart swelled as she looked back and forth between her husband and the woman standing in front of them. The fact that there were three people in her marriage had finally become real to her. Mikelah already knew, and sadly, had known for a while too.
The younger woman that stood in front of her could have been her twin. Well, ten years ago. They were the same person. Tangie represented the before; Mikelah the after.
Before Mikelah had three kids, her waistline dipped in at the top and opened up to perfectly curved hips just like woman standing in front of her. Before the kids and ten years of aging, Mikelah’s small breasts stood proudly under her sweaters just as Tangie’s small breasts were now.
The same shade of caramel covered their skin. Mikelah noticed this girl had the same slanted eyes that Eric said he loved so much about her. Her eyes were her husband’s favorite feature. Only Mikelah’s eyes now had the slightest hint of crow’s feet beginning at the corners. Tangie’s still held youth. Their hair, the same soft texture that gives away to baby hair around the edges. Mikelah’s slicked back in a tight chignon, Tangie’s hanging wildly past her shoulders.
Tangie represented everything Mikelah was before the stresses of ten years of marriage and three children crept up on her. That’s how Eric fell so hard and so easily for Tangie. He saw in Tangie the same fire that ignited in him when he met Mikelah fifteen years ago.
Mikelah was still stunning though, even through the slight wear and tear. But her beauty was mature, yet muted. Tangie’s beauty dripped loudly with sex appeal.
Mikelah finally broke the silence asking, “So, Eric, are you going to handle this?”
“Eric, please tell your wife how I got this black eye. Tell her!”
Eric stood with his mouth agape.
Tangie continued, “You have got to choose! Me or her! I’m tired of this emotional roller coaster!” Tangie’s Chanel’s shattered as she threw them to the floor and stepped closer to the couple. Tangie had begun crying uncontrollably, but she didn’t care.
“I believe he already made his choice, sweetie,” Mikelah declared as she held up her impressive wedding set in Tangie’s face.
“Oh you think so, huh?” Tangie asked incredulously. “Well what the fuck do you call this?” she yelled holding up her left hand in Mikelah’s face to display her engagement ring.
“Eric, what the hell is this? What is she talking about?” Mikelah asked, now screaming.
Eric looked for answers on the shiny floor.
“Eric!” Mikelah screamed loud enough to shatter glass. “Did you propose to her?”
Tangie stood there expectantly. Mikelah searched her husband’s face for solace.
No one was prepared when Kimberly approached the threesome. Tangie and Mikelah turned their attention to her now. Mikelah’s legs were like thousand pound weights. She was weak and wanted to faint but was anchored by the two thousand pound weights. Tangie’s body quivered. This can’t be happening, she thought. She felt defeated, ready to give up. This confrontation was not going how she pictured it.
Who the hell is this third woman?
Eric’s light skin turned red. The bags fell from his hand with a thud on the floor. Tangie and Mikelah jumped back at the loud noise. Again he looked at his wife and back to Tangie then to Kimberly; offering no explanation to any of them before he took off running like an Olympic sprinter.
Eric frantically ran through the mall weaving through the hoards of shoppers, nearly knocking down anyone in his path; leaving his lover, his wife and Kimberly with puzzled expressions.
“And who are you?” Mikelah asked. “Do you know Eric?”
Tangie wasn’t nervous as she didn’t need to be. She truly believed she hadn’t done anything wrong, and the truth was her strongest argument. Crossing her legs and arms, she sat defiantly waiting for the happy couple to emerge.
Tangie didn’t have vengeance in her heart. She didn’t want to start a fight or rub the affair in his wife’s face – besides Mikelah already knew all about her husband’s indiscretions. In her younger days, Tangie would’ve gotten grave satisfaction out of completely embarrassing Eric in front of hundreds of people in the mall. But it was a new day all she wanted was for him to choose.
Tangie was fed up with being someone’s second pick, someone’s side piece. It was only a year and a half ago that she’d been caught sleeping with her sister’s best friend’s man. Stupid her, but she believed Marcus when he said he wanted to be with her and would leave his girlfriend. Now it was Eric stringing her along. But no more, no more!
Tangie was bitter, pissed off and didn’t care if she tore their family apart any more.
She impatiently rocked back and forth waiting for Eric and Mikelah to exit the store. The aroma of pretzels and gourmet coffee began nauseating her as her stomach stirred with anxiety.
Twenty minutes passed before she spotted them coming towards her.
Laughing.
Holding hands.
So happy.
She stood up and crossed her arms over her chest preparing herself in the defensive stance.
Eric came to a sudden stop. His eyes became shaky.
Mikelah looked at him with a confused expression. Then she sized Tangie up.
Mikelah had seen pictures of Tangie before. She’d snuck into Eric’s email account and seen Tangie’s bare body in every freaky pose imaginable, but she had never seen her in person.
Eric’s eyes became slits. His life as he knew it was instantly over. He dropped Mikelah’s hand. Slowly, Tangie lowered her sunglasses and eased them off my face, exposing the shiny swell below her eye.
The women stared at each other, dumbfounded by their resemblance of one another.
Mikelah’s heart swelled as she looked back and forth between her husband and the woman standing in front of them. The fact that there were three people in her marriage had finally become real to her. Mikelah already knew, and sadly, had known for a while too.
The younger woman that stood in front of her could have been her twin. Well, ten years ago. They were the same person. Tangie represented the before; Mikelah the after.
Before Mikelah had three kids, her waistline dipped in at the top and opened up to perfectly curved hips just like woman standing in front of her. Before the kids and ten years of aging, Mikelah’s small breasts stood proudly under her sweaters just as Tangie’s small breasts were now.
The same shade of caramel covered their skin. Mikelah noticed this girl had the same slanted eyes that Eric said he loved so much about her. Her eyes were her husband’s favorite feature. Only Mikelah’s eyes now had the slightest hint of crow’s feet beginning at the corners. Tangie’s still held youth. Their hair, the same soft texture that gives away to baby hair around the edges. Mikelah’s slicked back in a tight chignon, Tangie’s hanging wildly past her shoulders.
Tangie represented everything Mikelah was before the stresses of ten years of marriage and three children crept up on her. That’s how Eric fell so hard and so easily for Tangie. He saw in Tangie the same fire that ignited in him when he met Mikelah fifteen years ago.
Mikelah was still stunning though, even through the slight wear and tear. But her beauty was mature, yet muted. Tangie’s beauty dripped loudly with sex appeal.
Mikelah finally broke the silence asking, “So, Eric, are you going to handle this?”
“Eric, please tell your wife how I got this black eye. Tell her!”
Eric stood with his mouth agape.
Tangie continued, “You have got to choose! Me or her! I’m tired of this emotional roller coaster!” Tangie’s Chanel’s shattered as she threw them to the floor and stepped closer to the couple. Tangie had begun crying uncontrollably, but she didn’t care.
“I believe he already made his choice, sweetie,” Mikelah declared as she held up her impressive wedding set in Tangie’s face.
“Oh you think so, huh?” Tangie asked incredulously. “Well what the fuck do you call this?” she yelled holding up her left hand in Mikelah’s face to display her engagement ring.
“Eric, what the hell is this? What is she talking about?” Mikelah asked, now screaming.
Eric looked for answers on the shiny floor.
“Eric!” Mikelah screamed loud enough to shatter glass. “Did you propose to her?”
Tangie stood there expectantly. Mikelah searched her husband’s face for solace.
No one was prepared when Kimberly approached the threesome. Tangie and Mikelah turned their attention to her now. Mikelah’s legs were like thousand pound weights. She was weak and wanted to faint but was anchored by the two thousand pound weights. Tangie’s body quivered. This can’t be happening, she thought. She felt defeated, ready to give up. This confrontation was not going how she pictured it.
Who the hell is this third woman?
Eric’s light skin turned red. The bags fell from his hand with a thud on the floor. Tangie and Mikelah jumped back at the loud noise. Again he looked at his wife and back to Tangie then to Kimberly; offering no explanation to any of them before he took off running like an Olympic sprinter.
Eric frantically ran through the mall weaving through the hoards of shoppers, nearly knocking down anyone in his path; leaving his lover, his wife and Kimberly with puzzled expressions.
“And who are you?” Mikelah asked. “Do you know Eric?”
