Saf decides to start dating again after her shattering relationship with
Dre. She meets a man and immediately as she meets him, she confirms that this man is the man she wants to move forward with. He is handsome, fairly intelligent and goes back and forth from Jamaica. He is a Jamaican living abroad. Saf falls deeply in love with this man even though she is scared of rejection, traumatized by her past with her ex and afraid of loving a man that might not love her back.
Targeted Age Group:: Over 18 years
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I had moved on from a humiliating experience with my ex, and I wanted to start fresh. I met a man and he evoked feelings inside me that I thought were dead, I never knew I could feel like that again. I remember we were in a physical setting one day and he came there and he was all over me. I’ve never experienced that before and it was really confidence boosting and magical, coming from where I was. I decided I was going to write a story about this guy. My issue is that when I started the story, I almost didn’t finish, I almost scrapped it because we went through periods of non-communication and I had to fill in those blanks with creativity.
This books is a testament to my storytelling skills, skills I thought I had lost. I am very proud of myself and this book has been a sort of bibliotherapy for me. It has helped me to advance my healing and I hope it does the same for folks who have gone through any type of relationship trauma.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
Saf is my alter ego in my books, Saf is the woman I wished I was, and the woman that is me when I mess up in life.
Saf corrects my mistakes and Saf lives the life I want to live, she is my escape, my latch door. I use Saf to create a world in which I am better at being myself.
Jason was inspired by a real life heartthrob. He has his personality, his issues, his background but the Jason is the story is far more evolved than the Jason I know in real life.
The real life Jason is still working on issues that fictional Jason has matured and evolved. The real life Jason is a complex man, riddled with inconsistencies and recycled experiences, imprisoned by his own ego and misdirections.
Jason in the book open to change, practical and moves with maturity, precision and clarity.
Love happened when you least expected it, i was in traffic, at the stoplight coming from Montego Bay hip strip when a guy in an Audi jeep pulled up in the parallel lane.
Justin Beiber’s Yummy tune blasted from my speakers, these days i made an effort to keep my windows half up, so i would get some breeze and a little music to keep my mood up.
I glanced at him, i licked my lips, he was cute, perfectly handsome. He was my type of guy.
Dark skin, facial hair, wooly pretty hair, i looked at him again and he stared at me with those obsidian eyes.
He was so cute, the facial hair enhanced his dark good looks.
He mouthed. “The yummy cah share!”
I laughed, i grinned, i hiccuped. He caught me by surprise and i choked on my reply.
He winked, i checked the lights at the intersection of bottom road leaving from the hip strip, i hated waiting here for the lights took long to go on green for the bottom road, letting the middle road and top road traffic through before us leaving the strip.
I smiled at him. His eyes widened in amusement.
I wondered if i looked as stupid as i felt. The green light came on, i pulled away and headed out of the city, i glanced in my rear view mirror to see if i had outrun him on the highway.
He was behind me.
I looked in my side mirror and i saw his hand, outside his window, motioning for me to stop.
I chuckled and flicked on my indicator to take a stop at the Rubis gas station.
He followed suit.
I muttered to the ceiling.
He came to the side of my van, god he was perfect. Clean, smooth, urbane and debonair.
He lived in air conditioned unit, his face was without a single pimple.
Father God, I thought, let this be it.
“How yuh doing?” He said in a low drawl.
I blinked, nah, i grinned like a big idiot.
“Am okay”, my hands gripping the steering wheel of my van.
What could a man like this want with me. I sucked in my high belly. Lord God I didn’t wear my waist trainer today. Today of all days.
He didn’t seem to notice.
“Where yuh from?” He said in a crisp Jamaican, uptown accent.
“Savalamar!” I managed with a smile.
He nodded, his eyes locked mine.
“West u live?” His accent shifted to a gangsta tone.
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