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CALLING MALCOLM BLACK: Introducing Jeremy Felipe: A Review...

Hey, YAWL! I know it's been a while since I've done a review. I have been in a reading rut, but luckily for me, the ever-so-wise Angelia Vernon Menchan managed to pull me out of my reading slump. Let's get into the first book in her new series, CALLING MALCOLM BLACK: Introducing Jeremy Felipe, shall we?

First I'd like to say what a beautiful BLACK love story. I enjoyed this immensely. While I like a little messiness (okay a lot of messiness) in my books, there is nothing like a good old-fashioned love story. Mrs. Menchan managed to give us wise and rooted love with Malcolm and Cinnamon Black along with some new and fresh love with Francine and Jeremy. Also, I just want to say that Cinnamon is going to give Malcolm another heart attack with the way she has him falling between her thighs every chance they get. LOL. 

I loved the way Jeremy wooed Francine. He wasn't overbearing or pushy. He allowed them to move at a pace they were both comfortable with. Jeremy was well off, but not flashy. That was also a plus. Francine is the funniest most down-to-earth ex-nun, I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. She, too, was a breath of fresh air as she didn't need rescuing--a lot of romance novels do the the damsel in distress thing these days-- and she had her own. Even still, she wasn't so independent that she didn't allow Jeremy to wine and dine her.  

I also want to say I love the way Malcolm and  Cinnamon mentored that young couple. I feel that if more young black couples had mentors like the Blacks, we would have a lot more two-parent homes. The Blacks were never judgmental all the while, they kept ish real. You hear me? I felt the ministry they were doing deep in my soul. 

All-in-all, I give this book five-pages (think five-stars). Nikki-Michelle recommends this book! 

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