Spade Spencer’s life seems to be coming together. He’s engaged to be married to the love of his life, Bria Murray, and he’s an up and coming rapper who recently signed a major record deal. When Spade gets diagnosed with a rare form of cancer, rather than lean on his fiancée for strength, he calls off the wedding, leaving Bria feeling alone and rejected.
In an effort to move on with her life, Bria pours her energy into running her new company, The Spa Factory. Kerryngton Kruse, CEO of the record label that signed Spade, begins to pursue Bria romantically. Bria finally allows herself to develop feelings for Kerryngton, only to discover that Spade has different plans. Caught in the middle of a love triangle, Bria must make the difficult decision between love and money. Does she follow her heart and marry the one she can’t live without, or does she marry for security, in hopes that love will eventually follow?
Excerpt: For the Sake of Love by Dwan Abrams
When they returned, Chance had freshened up and changed clothes. They were right on-time for one of Chance’s corny jokes.
“Knock, knock,” Chance said.
“Who’s there?” Nya and Kola said in unison.
“Doris who?” They continued to indulge him.
“Doris locked; that’s why I’m knocking.”
As lame as Bria thought that was, Chance’s joke actually got a chuckle out of her.
“Ready to grub?” Chance asked.
“Yeah,” Bria answered, patting Chance’s oversized belly. “I can see that you’ve been doing a little bit too much grubbin’.”
“As long as my pookie butt likes it, it’s all good.” He gave Nya a hug and kiss on the cheek.
“Negro, please. Your plump behind better go to the gym before you run, I mean walk, around here looking as fat and bloated as the Goodyear Blimp,” Bria said.
“Are you going to let her talk to me like that?” he said to Nya. He turned his face up and stared at her.
“Just call me Switzerland. I’m neutral,” she said.
“That’s right thickalicious.” She acted like he was the Pillsbury Doughboy and poked his belly with her finger. “Now what?”
“Why don’t you take the Tyson approach and bite me?”
“Too much grease and blubber is bad for my cholesterol. “I’ll have to pass on biting you today. Thank you just the same.”
“Kids, kids, please,” Nya interjected.
Kola and Spade were busy cracking up laughing.
“Let’s eat,” Nya said.
They went in the kitchen and fixed their plates. The food smelled delectable. They said grace and then ate until they got the ‘itis.’ The food was so good that the only sounds being made were chewing and finger licking.
When Chance finished eating, he said, “Now I got the black people syndrome.” He rubbed his stomach.
They laughed and Spade added, “I feel ya.”
“Anybody want dessert?” Nya offered while clearing the table. She and Bria usually ate a scoop of vanilla ice cream after dinner.
“Not right now,” Chance said.
“None for me,” Spade echoed that sentiment.
“What cha got?” Kola asked.
“Ice cream or cake?” Nya told her.
“I’ll take a slice of cake, but I can get it.” She pushed her chair back and got up. The ladies went in the kitchen and fixed their desserts. They returned to the table already eating their sweet treats.
“I don’t know how you all have the room,” Chance said. “I feel like a stuffed pig.”
“And you look like one too.” Bria couldn’t resist. She burst out laughing. In between laughs she managed to say, “I’m just kidding.” Bria realized that in the presence of a stranger her teasing may seem a bit harsh, but that’s just how she and Chance have always interacted. Chance mean mugged her.
“You’ll get used to these two,” Nya said to Kola. “They act like real brother and sister.”
( Continued… )
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