The Trouble With Love

By Linn Watson

DECEPTION HAS A NEW NAME....
Sarah B. was a young, ambitious lady, who grew up in the streets of LA. An unforeseen incident led her down a different path to the city of New Orleans. She endured a series of obstacles and emotional barriers toward her quest for love. She sacrificed others for her own gain. Sarah was determined not let anyone stop her from being with Derek,the object of her affection. One of her lovers, Roy, was an older suitor. He was single, smart, and successful. He gave Sarah the best of everything, but she couldn’t stop thinking about the man she couldn’t have completely to herself.
This sexy lady used what she had, to get whatever she wanted. As her relationships and friendships unraveled; she soon realized what she wanted was not what she needed. In this twisted tale of love, lust, and sabotage; Sarah learned an important lesson about love and relationships...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Dec 18, 2011
• ISBN: 9781105368097

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The Trouble With Love

THE TROUBLE with LOVE

By Linn Watson

Content is suitable for an Adult audience Contains substantial sexual explicit scenes and graphic language.

No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping, or by any information storage or retrieval system, without the permission in writing from the author.

Copyright 2011 by Linn Watson

ISBN: 978-1-105-36809-7

Lulu Publishing Corp.

This is a work of realistic fiction. Any resemblance to any person or persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

Synopsis

DECEPTION HAS A NEW NAME………………………..

Sarah B. was a young, ambitious lady, who grew up in the streets of LA.  An unforeseen incident led her down a different path to the city of New Orleans. She endured a series of obstacles and emotional barriers toward her quest for love. She sacrificed others for her own gain. Sarah was determined to not let anyone stand in the way, from being with Derek, the object of her affection. One of her lovers, Roy, was an older suitor. He was single, smart, and successful. He gave Sarah the best of everything, but she couldn’t stop thinking about the man she couldn’t completely have to herself.

This sexy lady used what she had, to get whatever she wanted. As her relationships and friendships unraveled; she soon realized what she wanted was not what she needed. In this twisted tale of love, lust, and sabotage; Sarah learned an important lesson about love and relationships...

Part 1

I lived in what most people would call the hood in Los Angeles. It was extremely noisy. Something was always popping off, especially on the weekends. Helicopters were always flying around looking for escaped folks hiding out. Around the hood, hot boys were everywhere. Hot boys were usually cute, dressed fly, tattoos, with a fly ride, and some type of hustle. My name is Sarah B. My friends in the hood called me Lil B.

I was an only child. My mother was home in the day and gone during the night. I never knew exactly what kind of work she did, but she always had a lot of money. Besides, my mom didn’t like people in here business. I had the best of everything. My mom loved me, but she had no time for me. So I guess you could say I raised myself. She thought it was time I looked for a job to keep myself busy and help out.

She would always say, Somebody has to pay these bills. It’s expensive to live in LA.

Among girls my age, I was very physically mature. My boobs were a 38C firm and perky with a very curvy figure. I wasn’t very tall. My hair was mid length, off black and curly. My skin was sun kissed bronze with sensuous full lips. I had a beauty mark on my cheek like Marilyn Monroe. For a black girl I had a very exotic look. I dressed super sexy, high heels, short shorts, miniskirts, and skin tight pants. I was all about primping. I wore make-up and got my pedi and mani on the regular. Where ever I went, I had a following. I was told I had a perfect plump heart shaped ass. You couldn’t tell me I wasn’t the shit. I started hanging out with neighborhood chicks that were a lot older than I. The boys use to tell me how fine I was. Hell I even had older grown ass men eyeballing me.

As I reflect