Eric Jerome Dickey, you slay me. I was not expecting this. Although, by now, if you're a fan of EJD, you should already know to expect anything. "One Night" is a tale of the "intersection" of life. Imagine the movie "Freeway," with only two main characters. Now add assault, robbery, race, loneliness, grief, sex (no shortage of sex), money, poverty, desperation and a master storyteller who can keep you on your toes and weave a tale like no other and you've got the latest novel from the New York Times Bestselling Author. Still saying to myself, "there are no coincidences in life, or are there?
"The New York Times bestselling author checks in to the hotel of readers' dreams for an ardent romantic adventure that lasts just One Night.
For one night, a couple checks in to an upscale hotel. The pair seem unlikely companions, from opposing strata of society, but their attraction is palpable to all who observe them—or overhear their cries of passion. In the course of twelve hours, con games, erotic interludes, jealousy, violence, and murder swirl around them. Will they part ways in bliss, in sorrow, or in death?
Filled with all the hallmarks of an Eric Jerome Dickey bestseller—erotic situations, edge-of-your-seat twists and turns, and fun, believable relationships—One Night will delight Dickey's existing fans and lure countless new ones." (From EJD website)
This is the day we, as African Americans, should give a "standing ovation" to all the Black mothers out there. You know who you are. You're the Birth Mom, Foster Mom, Stepmother, Grandmother, Godmother, "Big Mama," Neighbor, Teacher, Auntie, "Big Cousin," Sunday School Teacher, Hairdresser, Social Worker, Doctor, Defense Attorney, Nurse, and Big Sister, who has taken the time and money to make a difference in a black child's life. When I think about how much I miss my own mama, I also think about how many other women, many of whom never bore children of their own, made an impact on my life. I should have told them when I had the chance. I was too young to realize that they wouldn't always be around. Somehow, I think they must have known. They had to have known. Why else would they bother to ask my mama if they could take me to church with them or "do my hair" or let me come over and spend time with their children? It wasn't that my mother wasn't present. She was very much present and "hands-on" in my life. Both my parents were. And strict. To a fault. But she also worked. Trying to run a small business with my daddy wasn't easy and iron wears out. So, when on those rare occasions when she might have "overlooked" something that could make a difference, there were neighbors, friends and my big sister to step in. Oh, and before I give a big old Mother's Day Shout-Out, I have to say "thank you" to the woman who pierced my ears and all the little black girls' ears in the neighborhood (for free) before we got so "fancy" and started having the doctor do it. Because in my day, a little black girl having her ears pierced was a "rite of passage." Every day should be Mother's Day, but thanks to Hallmark for putting special emphasis on the Second Sunday in May!
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