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Elissa
Gabrielle returns with her best release to date. A tantalizing
debut novel filled with Tenderness, Treachery and Temptation.
What lengths will a woman go to for love?
What lengths will a woman take to keep love?
What secrets will be revealed?
What truths will unfold?
It’s been said those closest to us can do the
most damage.
In
Good to the Last Drop, Elissa Gabrielle has crafted
a hilarious, sensual and twisted tale that is based
on the lives of newlywed college sweethearts, Amber
and Khalil. Lost in a web of deceit, Khalil and Amber
struggle to remain faithful…to themselves and
each other. With a memorable cast of characters that
come to life with every page, the story remains gritty,
sensual and all too realistic. What roles will the characters
play in this web of deception? Who can they trust? Shawn,
the best friend and voice of reason. Aaliyah, the gorgeous,
yet seductive fiancé’. Shayla, the ghetto-fabulous
bitter ex. Scott, the flaming and flamboyant queen,
and Keisha, the loud and boisterous best friend and
confidant. Make yourself comfortable and get ready for
the ride of your life as chickens come home to roost
and the strings are pulled from this fabric of treachery,
love and scandal. |
EXCERPT
Amber’s phone call left me real disturbed. She called
me hysterical, and I could barely make out what she was saying.
I’m nervous. I haven’t heard her bawl like in
a long time. Not since college.
“Oh
my God!” I say out loud. “Amber found out about
the bachelor party!”
That’s
got to be it. I pick up the phone to call Khalil. But no answer.
What the hell is going on over there? My nerves are bad, because
I’m jumping to all sorts of conclusions.
Nobody’s
answering the house phone or the cell. I pick up my jacket
and my keys to head on over there but the bell rings. I don’t
even answer. I’m on my way out anyway, so I’ll
just see who it is when I get downstairs. Again, the doorbell
rings but this time, whoever it is, is laying on it.
“I’m
coming!” I yell as I make my way to the door. I open
the door. It’s Amber. Amber’s face is swollen
and red from crying. As soon as she sees me, the waterworks
resurface. She’s trying to talk, but I can’t make
out a word she’s saying.
“Amber,
stop. What’s wrong?” I lead her into the house
and sit down on the sofa. She’s crying so bad that all
I can do is hold her. I feel so bad at this moment. My heart
hurts for her. I’m frantic and my nerves are shot. I
pull her deeper into my arms and allow her to get it all out.
I don’t say a word or ask her any questions. It is deja
vu, all over again.
“Why,
Shawn?” She managed to get out between sobs.
“Why
did he do that to me Shawn? What did I do? I didn’t
do anything wrong, Shawn. Why?”
I
don’t have an answer for her now, just like I didn’t
have an answer for her then. “I don’t know Amber.”
Tears
fall from my eyes as I hold Amber close. All I can do is let
her know that I’m here for her. She doesn’t deserve
this.
Sometimes
I wish that I’d met Amber first. There was no way in
hell I would have ever put her through this kind of turmoil
again and again. Not to mention, more than once. How can you
love someone and hurt them this way?
We
are both crying now. She doesn’t even have to tell me
why she is crying. I already know. I feel Amber’s pain
as if is my own. And the guilt is killing me. The guilt of
setting up the bachelor party. The guilt of setting up that
performance.
The
guilt of knowing what Khalil had done as a result. I had nothing
to do with him fucking those tricks. Yet I feel partly responsible.
I’d already planned to tell her the truth in case she
asks me if I knew. I’ve never lied to her before. I’m
not going to start now.
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