An Excerpt from Bring Me My David:

I’m tired of feeling less than. Less than a woman; less than a friend. Even less than a daughter for that matter. No matter what I’ve accomplished in my life or what I have obtained without, truly ever saying that I am loved by a wonderful man; I feel depleted. It sounds awful to even admit that I believe I need a man to complete me but it is the truth.

I don’t need to come home lonely night after night yearning to be held by someone with strong thighs; longing to be held tightly and sharing intimate thoughts, dreams and secrets. For the first time I can honestly say that I need and want it to come and share my life with a man. I’ve always known that I wanted to be a mother but I don’t believe that I wanted or knew that I also needed to be a wife. I never signed up to become a statistic. Yet, that is what I’ve become as a divorced single mother. My friends say that I should not take the stance of a victim and I don’t. I just wish someone would tell that to the hormones that are coursing through my curvy frame. You know those over 40 years-old hormones that kicked in immediately after my friends sung “Happy Birthday” to me. I didn’t even get a chance to take a bite of my cake before I felt a bubble of endorphins racing through my body.

Damn, I need a man. Not just any man but a love. A true, mature, sensual, patient, respectful, trustworthy, and nurturing love. 


The outline has been written... the character's descriptions have been approved... The author will begin writting, Bring Me My David, the trilogy's final installment in 2010.