About
the Book
Title:
A Brooklyn Love Affair: Vixen and Gino’s Story
Author:
Tya Marie
Genre:
African-American urban fiction
Vixen
Williams has always been known as a woman of many faces. The fiercely
devoted one she uses for her best friend, the one of a lover and
confidant to her fiancé, and the real one she keeps reserved for
looking in the mirror and battling her inner demons. Life is fairly
normal for Vixen until her verbally abusive mother reenters her life,
dredging up traumatic childhood memories, and bringing a handsome
stranger into the mix with her devious antics causing Vixen to
reprise her role as caregiver and bread winner.
Gino Romano is infamous for many reasons: his
notoriety for being one of the youngest king pins in New York City,
the cold manner in which he handles business, and the notable
political ties he's managed to create along the way through “profit
sharing.” However, the most prominent thing he is known for is the
ice fortress he has built around his heart. Because of his past, Gino
keeps women at an arms length, believing it hard to find one who
could accept the scarred past he comes with. Until he lays eyes on
Vixen.
Brought together for all the wrong reasons, Vixen
and Gino find a common ground that not only develops into a budding
friendship, but sparks a love affair. From the moment they become one
they must fight to protect their love from those who plan to destroy
it by any means necessary, one of which being the very reason Vixen
ran away from home ten years ago in the dead of night.
Will the forces determined to see Gino and Vixen
destroyed win? Or will their love prevail?
Set in a spicy Brooklyn backdrop, A Brooklyn Love
Affair brings to life pain, forgiveness, and the never ending
possibility of finding love.
Author
Bio
Born and raised in
the Bedford Stuyvesant section of Brooklyn, Tya Marie has always had
an overactive imagination. So much that she would daydream and make
up “movies” in her head, which would eventually turn into the
stories she would later pen. By the age of twelve Tya decided it was
time to take her daydreams to life and began writing young adult
novels which helped her hone her skills and provided the literary fix
she needed after plowing through her entire book collection. It
wasn’t until she reached sixteen that she became intrigued by urban
fiction and related to it more than she did the mainstream fiction
she binged on. Deciding that she wanted to bring her own heart and
soul into the urban fiction genre she penned countless novels and has
continued to do so over the past eight years with A Brooklyn Love
Affair: Vixen and Gino’s Story being her first published piece. Tya
still resides in Brooklyn where she continues to create new love
affairs.
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Book
Excerpts
I
was halfway up the stairs to the co-op Trey and I shared with two
other families when I heard a heavy click clacking of heels followed
by a smoke stained cough. Rolling my eyes I turned to find my mother,
Mahogany, standing in front of me, hands on her bony hips. She looked
fifteen pounds lighter in the loose zebra print dress that swathed
her small frame. My lips formed a thin line as I walked back down the
stairs to talk with the woman who was responsible for making my early
years a living hell.
“What are
you doing here?” I hissed, looking around to make sure no one I
knew was walking by.
Mahogany
adjusted the cheap blonde wig she wore. “I need some money.”
“You need
money?” I repeated incredulously. “I gave you money last week.”
“Vixen,
that wasn’t nothing but some change.”
“You call
five hundred dollars ‘change’?”
“It lasted
me only a week; so yes, I call that ‘change.’”
“Well then
here’s a couple pennies,” I said, pulling out a twenty and
tossing it to her.
“What the
fuck is this supposed to do?” she asked loudly.
I could see
Mark, my neighbor, a few blocks down, squinting in our direction. I
sucked my teeth and grabbed her arm, pulling her out of his view.
“Make that last you tonight and I’ll see what I can do tomorrow,”
I said through gritted teeth.
Mahogany
sneered at me, yanking her arm from my grip with surprising strength.
“You better make something happen unless you want me to come back
over here scaring all your neighbors.”
“Stay the
hell away from here.”
“It’s not
my fault you’re scared, Vixen,” she continued as if I hadn’t
spoken. “You’re scared that all these people in this neighborhood
will see you for who you are. ‘Cause no matter how nice your
clothes are or how good you look, you ain’t nothing but a whore
like me.”
I walked away
from her and shoved my key into the front door. After a few seconds I
heard the sound of her cheap heels click-clacking down the street and
knew she was gone.
“Hey,”
Trey said the moment I entered the apartment.
My heart
dropped when I saw where he was sitting. Putting on my brightest
smile, I managed a bright, “Hey.”
“So,” he
said lightly as he got up from the seat we kept by the window. “Who
was that?”
“Just some
stupid crackhead bothering me.” I said lightly, walking into the
bedroom so he couldn’t see the tears pouring down my cheeks.
“She was
there for a while.”
I
slammed the bathroom door shut, turning on the shower to drown out
the sobs that racked my chest. Trey knocked on the door, calling my
name. I ignored him, too hurt by my mother’s harsh words to be
bothered. The steaming hot water streamed down my face, mixing with
my tears as I let go of the tidal wave of emotions that overcame me.
My mother was right: behind my expensive clothes I was nothing but a
whore and undeserving of a decent man like Trey. He loved me now, but
I was sure once Trey knew the real Vixen he would treat her as such.
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