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FIVE MORE DAYS!!!

Holy hell! In FIVE more days, 'Bi-Satisfied' will be on the shelves. I'm nervous. I'm elated. But most of all, I'm apprehensive. I don't know what to expect. I'm not sure how my readers will feel about this story. I know many of my friends on FB are Christians and will frown upon the content in this book. I don't care, but what my loyal readers think matter the most to me. This is the first time I decided to venture these waters and this book means so much to me. Took me thirty days or so to write it. Then I edited and re-wrote it until I couldn't anymore. I sent it to my agent and sat around for days, nervously anticipating her feedback. Once she got back to me with her thoughts, I knew I had a winner.

In FIVE more days, you get to meet David, Summer, and Michael. David is my favorite character in this book. I decided to write about a black man who is comfortable in his sexuality and one who knows how to be honest and love unconditionally. It wasn't difficult to write about this kind of black man. It was actually quite refreshing. David is a man who hid nothing from the woman he loved. Even when she used it against him, he stood firm in his truth and didn't let her disdain deter him. We all claim  to want an honest man, but in the story, Summer proves how many of us wouldn't be able to handle a man like David.

I won't go on a long ramble, but I must implore you to please read my book! Read it. Review it! Tell a friend to tell a friend to tell a friend about it!

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Deleted scene from Bi-Sensual: Unedited/Update on David, Summer, and Michael

“I can’t believe you’ve been in Atlanta this long and didn’t tell me,” Summer said. I smiled at her. Summer was a good friend of mine. We’d met long ago, back in college when I was just a timid shy girl who jumped at her own shadow. She still looked the same minus a few extra pounds from baby weight. She was pregnant with one child while another was on her hip. The little boy was a beautiful specimen of a child. However, his honey golden eyes told me whose child he was. Summer’s life had given me the background story to my last NYT best seller. She told me the story of her and her husband, who was bisexual, and his friend, Michael. The writer in me went wild. Of course I asked her if I could write about it. She told me I could, but by God, she had never told me Michael had fathered her child. My eyes were as wide as saucers. “Are you and David still together?” I asked. “Yeah, why do you ask me that?” I made no bones about looking directly at the child on her hip. “He looks like Micha…