Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story is the reason for my website. I mean, I could have a website and just talk about me, but that would get boring and you all would think I'm vain. I'm not boring and I can be a bit vain at times...but, uhum, back to the subject at hand!

Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story is my first novel. This book is the story of Lynnette Donna Lee's life. If you have ever been in love, or are longing for that special someone, you've probably experienced many of the same emotions as she. Join her on this adventurous, sometimes humorous, and sometimes painful literary romp. Lynnette bares her soul and her body many times in search of the man she'll marry. The only problem she has is with the men she chooses to give her all to. They show her they don't love her and then go to extremes to get the point across. Why does she keep holding on when the only love involved is nowhere to be found?

If this is a question that you have asked yourself please treat yourself to Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story. Lynnde's conscience and her soul ask her repeatedly why does she feel worthless without a man.  Lynnde never answers them, but instead, takes her life on a journey that shouldn't be traveled. Here is a brief excerpt to take you into her world.

    We rarely had sex anymore, and when we did it was nasty. One of Otto's sexy points was that he was very well endowed. When we first started making love it was beautiful. I couldn't get enough of him. He made me feel like it was the first time we were together every time. Then two months into our relationship, things changed. He could never maintain an erection and wanted me to orally work on him the entire time. I still didn't get any results. He'd damn near drown himself with gin and that didn`t help either. I know for a fact that the gin rumor is definitely not true.
    What were these other women getting is what I wanted to know? Maybe when my turn came around he was too tired. We never used condoms, and although I was afraid of getting a disease, I never said anything to him about it.
    There were times when we were a good five minutes into physical activity when he did manage to obtain an erection and he`d go limp. He'd shrivel up to the size of a miniature raisin that had been soaked in rum overnight. One time he was drunk when it happened and he garbled, "You not suckin` it right! You only get an honorable mention! Go for the gold!" Then he farted. I thought I didn't turn him on anymore."

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