Danielle-Extended Sample

By Candace Mumford

It's been four long years since plus-sized beauty Danielle Dotson has let real love into her life. Since the un-timely death of her high school sweetheart, Danielle has concentrated on nothing but fulfilling her dreams of becoming a successful business owner. Too disillusioned with men more concerned about the size of her jeans instead of the size of her heart. Love could come later. If it came at all.Danielle would never have thought being pressured into a last minute blind-date by her favorite cousin aka best-friend would drop the perfect man in her lap. Perhaps a little too perfect for her.
Christian Lawrence is far from perfect. At least that's what his Ex said. Christian finds himself in a new city trying to piece his life back together after a break-up he should have seen coming a mile away. The only thing he walked away from after a four year relationship was a beautiful daughter and a scorned heart. That is until he's introduced to Danielle a woman unlike every woman he's ever found himself attracted to before. The really issue is are those differences just enough to bring them together, or pull them apart?
Danielle is Volume 1 of an on-going standalone series dedicated to plus-size women(or men ?) called Heavy On My Mind

• Language: English
• Publisher: A.N.C. Media Publishing
• Release date: May 23, 2018

Candace Mumford

Candace Mumford aka Ms.Bam is the Author of Urban Fiction and Romance. An avid reader and fan of the Urban Literature genre herself,she's excited to write in a genre she's enjoyed for years. Ms.Bam hopes to offer any reader that decides to purchase any of her books a page turning story full of characters they love and a few they love to HATE!

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Danielle

(Heavy On My Mind)

By

Candace Mumford

Danielle

What a completely shitty day, I thought as I burst through the front door of my home. My shoulders sagged and ached under the weight of my purse hanging heavily on my right shoulder. Attaché’ in my left hand, all while balancing a piping hot, extra-large meat-lovers pizza with a large coke slushy on top between my hands. Kicking the door shut with my designer clad heel, I quickly reached over and managed to enter the code to my security system before leaning against the door closing my eyes with a loud sigh.

I was exhausted. Physically and mentally a sista was worn out. Thankfully it was due to high demand and my salon being busy. Lord knows it could be the opposite. I didn’t want to complain too much. I tried to always count my blessing, but it didn’t take away from the fact I was running on empty right now. This weekend I definitely aimed to recharge myself mentally and physically.

All afternoon I’d methodically plotted my entire weekend starting with this exact moment. The second I entered my home. I was locking myself in, while locking the world out. I’d already let the ladies. And men working at my salon The Cutting Edge know that short of the place burning to the ground, do not call me! I wasn’t answering my phone and I dared anyone to show up on my doorstep unannounced.

Home sweet home. I slowly murmured to myself looking around my place. It was truly my haven. Everything in my home was a piece that made me feel good. It made me smile. From the tufted navy-blue sofa and love-seat, down to the cream colored Flokati rugs. Accented gold framed abstract artwork stylishly adorned the walls. I prided myself on having painstakingly decorated every inch of my four bedroom, three and a half bath home myself. My Mother thought I was crazy buying a place like this all on my own at 27. Why should I wait? I asked. The first thing out of her mouth was for a husband. I was too independent in her eyes. What man was going to want me if I already had everything? She asked. A man wants to feel needed. My Mama constantly chided.

Well too damn bad.

Any man with an ego so egg-shell fragile, that he couldn’t handle me being a homeowner, wasn’t man enough for me already. Shit if it made you feel less than a man, upgrade me! Get me a 10-bedroom mansion if you needed too. I wasn’t going to complain. I was a lot of woman in more ways than one.

I kicked off my heels and made my way to the kitchen. The smell of lemon scented cleaner brought a quick smile to my face. I could tell Magdalena my twice weekly cleaning lady had been in today. I need to get Magdalena a gift certificate. Her birthday is coming up, I thought to myself. I’d barely laid my pizza on the counter when my cell phone went off. Even though I had no intention on answering, out of habit I glanced to see who it was. Lord this fool. My week had been so hectic, I’d ducked and dodged my favorite cousin’s phone calls for the last three days. I was shocked she hadn’t just come to the shop to see me. La’Toria’s work schedule at the moment was very, very flexible. Which of course was my nice way of saying she didn’t have a job.

Hey Pooh! I said with a sudden burst of energy. Her name was La’Toria but everyone in the family had called her Pooh since the day she’d entered the world. Or so I’d been told.

Don’t Pooh me! I’ve been trying to reach your ass all damn week!

I know girl, but this week was miserable for me at the shop. I’ve been there until damn near ten every night this week. I don’t know what’s going on around town, but it seemed like everyone had money to spend on their hair this week. I guess they’re cutting these tax refund checks and everyone has money to get bad and bougie all of a sudden! You know it’s already in my business plan, but I’m seriously considering opening up a second shop sooner than I’d anticipated. Hell, I was so happy to see Friday I didn’t know what to do. Matter of fact, instead of being mad at me, be glad I picked up now. Because as soon as we get off this phone I’m officially off the grid for the rest of the weekend. No phone-calls, nada! Don’t even text me. The only person who is going to lay eyes on me are the delivery men knocking on my door. I don’t even plan to cook for myself this weekend. I’m strictly sipping and sleeping.

Oh, hell no Danielle! You better get in the kitchen and drink you a Red-Bull, Monster, coffee… shit smoke some crack! You’re coming out with me tonight, you promised!

Crack! Really bitch? I think you called the wrong cousin.

We both burst into a fit of giggles. Our cousin Terica was the known crack head of the family.

You damn right! You know I told you last week Mark’s cousin was coming into town and we were going on a double date. I asked you about this already.

I held the phone away from my face staring quizzically at it for a few seconds before snapping back to my senses.

Wait a minute now. I remember you asking me and I distinctly recall telling your ass I wasn’t interested. For one, I can barely stand your man. Facts. So, I can only imagine myself feeling the same about anyone sharing a gene pool with his donkey-brain ass. Two- You know damn well I don’t do blind dates and the reasons why. So please stop with the bullshit right now.

Pooh was holding me up with this irrelevant ass conversation and my damn pizza was getting cold! I made my way over to the fridge and