Draw Me With Your Love--A Novel

Shonell Bacon and JDaniels

June 2003

ISBN 1-59309-000-5

Retail Price    $15.00

In the second installment of their cutting-edge romantic trilogy, Shonell Bacon and JDaniels continue to explore the affects past lives and lies have on the potential for everlasting love.

Roxy Winters, the notorious younger sister of Luvalwayz's Deandra returns in Draw Me With Your Love, this time with a romantic adventure of her own.  Fresh out of college and ready to pursue her passion for art, Roxy takes a job at a trendy Manhattan gallery.  Persuaded by her boss and confidante to attend an arts event on a cruise ship, ROxy develops more than just professional appreciation when she encounters the up-and-rising artist Antoine Billups.  As the ship arrives at the dock, Roxy and Antoine's budding romance is cut short--by their return to land as well as Roxy's hesitation to open her heart.  Experiences, lovers, and friends come into play as the two face the challenge of overcoming their past mistakes and present fears in their quest for love.

With their unique collaborative writing style, Shonell Bacon and JDaniels present both male and female sides of relationships, lending unparalleled insight and honesty into this exciting series.

Shonell Bacon is co-founder and chief editor of The Nubian Chronicles.  She is currently pursuing a master's degree in creative writing and English at McNeese State University in Lake Charles, Louisiana. 

JDaniels is a staff writer, co-founder, and an editor for the online e-magainze The Nubian Chronicles and is the co-founder and web developer for TNC Communications.  A member of the Black Writers Alliance and R.A.W. Sistaz, she lives in King William, Virginia.

Excerpt from Draw Me With Your Love

Draw Me with Your Love
(Roxy’s Song)

"I want you two to leave, now!" Thomas said. He waved a revolver around in the dense air of the hotel room. "Roxy belongs to me. I paid for her services, and she is going nowhere!"

I stood, shaking in my sister’s arms as the man I thought I loved swung a gun between my sister and me.

Stephen, my sister’s friend, laughed off Thomas’ gun and attempted to take over the situation. "Why don’t you put your water gun down?" Stephen asked. "You don’t want to go there with me."

Thomas’ eyes bore into mine and despite my wish to leave, I felt a tug in my chest. It wasn’t his fault that he paid for a woman who didn’t know what she really wanted out of life. I thought France would awaken my artistic passion. I thought it would solidify my relationship with Thomas, but all that it had really done was allow me to see how much I had messed up my life.

Tears trickled down my face, mingling with the sweat. Stephen and Thomas were at a stalemate, each staring the other down. I sniffed and Thomas glanced my way.

He was shaking, tears dripping from his eyes. His hair was pasted to his scalp. "Don’t go, Roxy," he said in a voice full of pain. I trembled. "I love you!" he cried out.

My sister guided me to the bed, where she began to throw my clothes into a bag.

"Don’t listen to him," Dee growled.

"Roxy." Thomas’ voice went up an octave.

"Please," I cried, "I want to go home, Thomas. I’m sorry."

"After all I’ve done for you?" He pointed the gun directly toward me and suddenly the room went still, voices hushed, breaths silenced. "I gave you money," he continued. "I gave you France. I gave you love and the chance to paint. And now you leave me?"

In that moment, before I could respond, my so-called life flashed before my eyes and for a split second, I wanted Thomas to pull that trigger. Wonderful family, all-American sister, and me, the fuck-up. Instead of trying to be as good as my sister, I rebelled against it and became someone I hated. Selling my body and my dignity and now I had a gun in my face.

My mouth began to form the words, shoot me, but instead, I spoke, "Thomas, I’m so sorry. If you love me, you’ll let me go."

I could literally see Thomas fold upon himself as if air simply vanished from his body. He held himself up against the wall, weeping from his gut.

"Thomas," I whispered. Dee grabbed the bag from the bed, snatched my hand and pulled me toward the opened front door.

"Get out of here," Stephen called out. "Now."

My heart and mind were playing tug-of-war with each other. I wanted to escape Thomas and to forget what he represented. I wanted to erase the black eye and swollen cheekbone of abuse he had given me when I begged to leave. At the same time, a part of me wanted to stay and accept the only love I had ever received.

At the threshold of the door, I looked away from Thomas and began to follow Dee out the door.

"Roxy!"

I turned and looked at Thomas. His eyes were wide and frightening. The gun rose and leveled off directly in line with my heart.

"I can’t let you live without me," he said slowly. The gun, the animate seemed to quiver as if alive while aimed at me.

Before Stephen could pull out his own weapon, Thomas fired. A yellow-gold flash erupted, and the bullet, in a slow haze, came toward me. I could hear myself scream no, and heard the high-pierced yell of Dee, but I was frozen in place. The bullet ripped through my tee-shirt and plunged…

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