Goodness knows I would spread my thighs open for a three-legged baboon with one eye in the center of its forehead before I ration Trent another millimeter of puntang. I chuckled because he had some ugly woman eyeing his ass. To add to the drama, there's Tempest's best friend, Janessa, and her cheating boyfriend, Dvonté. I make a woman's life complete. I had gone without getting my kitty kat stroked for more than four months, and I was reasonably sure Tempest hadn't had sex since Kangol hats were the bomb.
They were out getting their jollies off with some hoochie mommas or hitting the clubs with their boys. Summary Fast on the heels of her 1 Essence bestseller, Addicted, Zane steams our reading glasses with this smart and seductive novel depicting the volatile, sensual escapades of two unforgettable pairs of lover. I know he sensed her, but I don't blame him for not looking her way. They are not even fooling me! It was the season premiere, and I was as excited as a virgin teenage boy in a whorehouse about to get some. Most of them end up sitting in the bucket seat of their Ford Explorer or Chevy Blazer by the end of the night whacking off to Puff Daddy and the Family -- mind you, with about fifty dollars less in their pockets.
I just couldn't take the raunchiness of it all. Looking back at it now, I realize it must have been fate. All I ever really wanted was one woman who could satisfy all my needs, and not just my sexual ones. This novel wasn't like any of her other ones because she made you think about life and showed you that things like this happens everyday in real life. I didn't care if the ride was held together by duct tape and sounded like Chitty Chitty Bang Bang as long as it could get me from point A to point B.
I cussed his ass out, but all he did was haul ass and leave me in a cloud of exhaust. Times are hard, and penicillin no longer cures everything. The book was good, I didn't hate it but it was also a light read so I breezed through it. I always appreciate Zane for her ability to portray an array of characters. Geren is more mature, and ready for a serious relationship, whereas Dvonte is the complete opposite. Wait till you get them outside, though.
The Heat Seekers, the saga of best friends Tempest and Janessa, has all of the humor and drama that has made Zane's previous works smash hits. Unfortunately, most of the sistahs I had dealings with were not on the same wavelength. Fast on the heels of her 1 Essence bestseller, Addicted, Zane steams our reading glasses with this smart and seductive novel depicting the volatile, sensual escapades of two unforgettable pairs of lover. Most of them end up sitting in the bucket seat of their Ford Explorer or Chevy Blazer by the end of the night whacking off to Puff Daddy and the Family—mind you, with about fifty dollars less in their pockets. Something about that supernatural, alien, not-of-this-world shit gets to me. As their relationship blossoms, Tempest is anxiety-ridden over her secret infertility, only to be astonished when she discovers that Geren has a huge secret of his own-which will take her life in directions she never imagined.
They're sisters of the soul, two girlfriends hitting the clubs in search of that oh-so-rare commodity: straight, single guys. They're sisters of the soul, two girlfriends hitting the clubs in search of that oh-so-rare commodity: straight, single guys. He was attractive, nice and the perfect gentleman. When Janessa gets involved with him, her life alters in ways she never expected, and she's forced to see who Dvonté really is. Then we have Geren and Dvonte, also two best friends.
Sorry mofo number one: Trent, a twenty-six-year-old systems analyst. I love all my black queens, but I prefer women who carry themselves with class. No wonder he knew how to eat a pussy so damn good. They are so overcome by the legions of pantiless groupies flinging themselves at them that they fall for the game. It freaked me out, that sixth toe, and it reminded me of that Stephen King flick, The Dark Half.
I am not saying I have anything against large women. I am tooooooo through with both of them, and I hope her old ass gets a leg cramp one night while they are fucking and ends up stuck in a pretzel shape from now until Armageddon. We all know I don't generally give spoilers but I will say it is a must read just like all her books! And to think, I had allowed these nuccas inside my world, catered to their every desire and even performed on the parasites all the fellatio techniques I learned from that Monica chick's book, The Complete Guide to Tongue and Jaw Maneuvering. Too bad I didn't get a couple of grape jelly jars full before he got sent up the river. His philosophy was, the more punanny the better. He was just mad because the only woman who had tried to step to him looked old enough to have an autographed copy of the Bible.