My Book - Bleu Monday

Happy Hellos Everyone:

Before I get deep into this post lets hear it for the Baltimore RAVENS!!! What a way to kick-off (pun intended:) the second week of 2011.

I hope your work week has beautiful beginning and a fantastic finish. I am so excited about The Peddler’s Gallery. It’s really beginning to take the shape of the gallery I envisioned. This blog has been a wonderful platform for me to share my talents with you and vice versa.

Over the Christmas holidays, I decided to share another one of my talents with you. When time, space, and the right environment align, I love to write. A few years ago, I wrote a book entitled Bleu Monday. Over the next couple of months, I plan to share excerpts from Bleu Monday in anticpation of a summer release. Please feel free to comment among other Gallery Followers and visitors. Although you may ask lots of questions, I plan to make as few comments as possible. Rest assured, I will read all of your comments.

You know I had to post a card to compliment the title of my book. Yes, my featured card is blue. I hope you like it!

For those of you that like to read between the lines, please note-- 

This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales are entirely coincidental. All rights are reserved. The reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part in any form by any electronic, mechanical or other means, now known or hereafter invented, including xerography, photocopying, and recording, or in any other information storage or retrieval system is forbidden without written permission of the author.

 I hope you will enjoy reading  the first two pages of Bleu Monday...

ALTHOUGH HE WAS STANDING IN THE CENTER of the doorway, Clarke didn’t spot him at first. She was drinking her preferred gourmet tea, French Vanilla Blend, when she raised her eyes above the rim of that hearty tea-mug she held onto so firmly. Her petite hands gave an impression they were even smaller when she interlocked her fingers snugly around her favorite mug. However, she immediately noticed him when he entered the room. It was discernible for anyone to assume this was his first visit to Bigelow’s. His eyes gazed around the room like a feline on the prowl for mischief only he was searching for some familiarity.


Almost in a whisper she asked, “What’s he doing here?” She glanced at her wristwatch. “He’s not supposed to be here for another hour.” God, he looks good! Clarke thought.


He looked as though he’d just stepped out of an issue of Essence’s Sexiest Man of the Year Issue. His locks, that gently swept his shoulders when they were loose, were pulled back in a neat ponytail that now hung slightly above his shoulders. The colors he wore weren’t just for the season. It was as if God created those colors with him in mind. He was casually dressed in a pair of pleated platinum suede slacks that anyone could see were tailor-made to fit him and him alone. His baby blue powered ribbed turtleneck clung to his body like the color blue clings to the sky. A silver crucifix hung down his chest. Not too big, but not too small. Amazingly, the crucifix matched his ego—it was just large enough to indicate, he was one of God’s children. Clarke always heard people say, “Clothes make the man,” but she thought, “Uhn! Uhn! Not in his case.” In this case, he definitely made the clothes. He was dressed for any occasion. To Clarke he could have entered the room having just left a pig’s sty and he would have still smelled like a rose.
--Look for more excerts in future postings

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