Have you ever wanted to tell someone, “Go handle your own business and get out of mine?” That is the story being told here on the pages of this new book by superstar author Lutishia Lovely.
If you have never read a book written by her, than this is the one to get. The book begins in a shocking scene, which is ripped right from the headlines of news headlines. What you get as you turn the pages is a story unlike one you have ever heard. It moves fast and hard. The author is known for her serialized Christian books, but brings a new flavor to the world with characters that are not stereotypical. The best part of this book is that it is not written tone that allows on women to want to read it. Guys, you can get in to this series too.
The book features educated, well rounded brothers Malcolm and Toussaint Livingston at the helm a successful business Taste of Soul which is thriving. The family seems to have it all. Toussaint is a risk-taker, determined to expand the restaurant chain at a record pace, but levelheaded Malcolm insists on challenging Toussaint’s goals. And at home, there’s more heating up than grits and collard greens. Malcolm is growing weary of his marriage and his ever-expanding brood of children. His brother’s Casanova lifestyle looks more and more appealing. But Toussaint’s playboy days aren’t as carefree as Malcolm thinks. Toussaint’s met his match in interior designer Alexis St. Clair, a woman who refuses to become just another dish on this player’s mating menu. But if Toussaint has his way, the happenings in both the boardroom and the bedroom are all about to change…
Oh my God! “Is that . . . No, it can’t be!” Chardonnay Johnson slammed on the brakes, frantically looking up and down the street, and then over to the business complex that housed the Livingston Corporation. She cautiously rolled down her window, her breathing heavy as she continued to look around. Except for the faint noise that came from the boulevard she’d just exited, all was quiet. She didn’t see any movement, no other cars except the few in the company parking lot of the headquarters for the restaurant where she worked—the parking lot where she had no business being this time of night.
“Zoe told me to mind my own business,” Chardonnay whispered, her eyes once again fixed on the large something or other lying on the ground next to an open car door. “But, no, you just had to be nosy.” Mere seconds had passed since Chardonnay turned toward the parking lot entrance and her headlights had picked up a massive lump on the ground. But these seconds felt like an eternity as she sat frozen, wondering what to do, while at the same time trying to convince herself that she wasn’t seeing what she was looking at. The parking lot was large, and it was dark, so she almost convinced herself that she’d watched too many crime movies and was simply imagining things, that all she needed to do was turn around and go home. She’d go to bed, wake up, and arrive at her workplace, Taste of Soul,and find out she’d been tripping all along.” Girl, you need to get out of here.” Chardonnay pulled to the side, preparing to make a U-turn in the street and get the hell out of Dodge. Her eyes darted between the road, the building, and the lump. It’s probably just some garbage bags, she thought. She turned her car around but turned to take one last peek at the eerie-looking scene. In that moment, two things happened: It dawned on her who the car with its door open belonged to, and the “garbage bags” moved.
“Oh, no!” All thoughts for her safety aside, Chardonnay whipped back around and raced across the near-empty parking lot, pushing her fifteen-year-old Nissan Maxima to its limits. Her heart leaped to her throat as she drew closer, her headlights confirming suspicions that what had appeared as a massive lump of trash on the pavement was indeed a body. Her heart beat an erratic rhythm as shaky hands threw the car in park while simultaneously reaching for the cell phone. Chardonnay panicked. She locked her doors, then unlocked them. Should I go to him? No, I should stay inside my car. Look at all that blood on the ground! Chardonnay didn’t think she knew Jesus but found herself calling his name as she dialed 911.
“Nine-one-one, what’s your emergency?”
“Yes, Operator, somebody’s been shot!”
“Someone has been shot?”
“Yes! I mean, I think so. He’s on the ground. He isn’t moving. He was, but he isn’t now.”
“Where has he been shot, ma’am?”
“I don’t know!”
“Okay, calm down. Where are you?”
“The Livingston Corporation parking lot.” Chardonnay gave the address.“You need to get here,quick!”
“An ambulance is on the way, ma’am. Did you see who shot the victim?”
“No, I just drove into the parking lot and saw him here on the ground. And there’s a pool of blood underneath him.” Chardonnay thought she saw a shadow run around the far side of the building. Seconds later, she heard screeching tires. Chardonnay’s eyes went wide. All twenty-seven years of her life seemed to flash before her in an instant. She threw down the phone, put her car in drive, and raced away from the scene. She could still hear the operator coming through on speakerphone.
“Ma’am, what is your name? Ma’am, are you there? Please, calm down.” “Calm down, hell!” Chardonnay yelled. “I just heard squealing tires. It might be the killer! Look, I gotta go! I got kids.”