Sex, Secrets & Murder the Chronicles of Red Velvet

By Delisa Y. Jones

Sex, Secrets & Murder the Chronicles of Red Velvet dives into the life of Sidney Foster, a lonely stay-at-home wife who is stuck in an unfulfilling marriage. Her husband, Jackson Foster, the cofounder of Detroits J.Ro (Jay-Row) Records, travels excessively, leaving her home alone. Their next door neighbor, Miles Burns, was always attracted to Sidney and saw an opportunity to make his move. He couldnt resist the temptation to taste her forbidden fruit, and she let him. He didnt know he would unleash the woman buried inside her, and life as he knew it would never be the same. She frequents nightclubs and other questionable establishments to indulge in one sexual encounter after another. The problem is, she doesnt remember any of it. Is it amnesia, blackouts, multiple personalities, or selective memory? A black widow of sorts, she leaves a trail of dead bodies wherever she goes. Life ceases to exist for any man that may cross her path; in fact, they are dying for a taste of Red Velvet.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Dec 8, 2014
• ISBN: 9781496957252

Delisa Y. Jones

Delisa Y. Jones was born and raised in Detroit, Michigan. She was educated in the Detroit Public School system, graduating from Murray Wright High School, class of 1982. She decided to pursue a career in the US Navy after employment with CBS TV2 Detroit. During her twenty-year career, she traveled the world. She received numerous medals and honors, but her proudest moment was making the transition to chief petty officer. A true poetry connoisseur, she wrote and published Pleasure Pain & Poetry in 2008. She took a hiatus from writing to pursue a second bachelor’s degree. She graduated magna cum laude from Baker College in June 2012. Delisa currently lives in Westland, Michigan. The city of Detroit and the Motown Sound are deeply rooted in her soul.

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Published by AuthorHouse   12/19/2014

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Contents

Dedication

I Want To Take A Moment To Introduce… Red Velvet

Alter Ego

Prologue

First Murder

Music And Memories

Nina

If Only For One Night

Last Night

The Affair

Mobetta Blues

Crazy

Mobetta

Pleasure Is Pain And Pain Is Pleasure

Crossing Streets

Second Murder

This Pleasurepain Is Driving Me Insane

Pleasure, Pain Or Poetry?

Alcohol Only Takes The Edge Off

My Lover And His Best Friend

Lola

Seek And Ye Shall Find

I Stand Accused

The Investigation

Webster Defines Addiction As…

Addiction

The Affair Revisited

Smiling Faces

Third Murder

Being A Hoe Ain’t Always The Way To Go

Hoe Card

The Arrest

The Truth Has Consequences

Truth

The Confession

About The Author

Motown

Dedication

This book is dedicated to every woman that has an alter ego.

Unleash the woman that resides inside.

I WANT TO TAKE A MOMENT

TO INTRODUCE…

RED VELVET

ALTER EGO

She was created on a starry night

With a single grain of sand

And a purple bag in one hand

At the stars I did stare

When I came to, she was standing there

Red bone, red silk with skin smooth like velvet

She looked like me and all I wanted to be

I asked her name

She hesitated a bit, then replied

They call me Red Velvet

She walks alone

In a class all her own

Crave her men do

Want her women too

Cash, credit or debit

One bad habit

Halle, Janet, Sanaa

Can’t deny

Being under her spell

Is heaven, not hell

Four in a tub

Rub a dub dub

Hot passion in the corner

On the counter, on the floor

Ooh wee, mi amore

I’ll roll with her flow

My alter ego

Pop Rocks, Halls, boys with toys

Planes, trains, and automobiles

Three inch heels

Undeniable sex appeal

She do what she do

Without the shame of it

The name of it

The hypocrisy of it

and all the rest of the shit

Ladies watch your man

She’s in demand

All part of the plan

To hit and quit

They call her Red Velvet

Many will pay for her

Lie, lust, cheat and steal for her

Lick the bowl for a taste of her

A perfect mold, to have and to hold

Must keep her hidden

She’s forbidden

Joe blow, blow Joe

They call her Red Velvet

My alter ego

Prologue

It’s Friday night and the velvet rope is up outside Club Climax. The line is long with barely clothed women and nicely dressed men. Entry was granted at the door man’s discretion. You had to be hot and well dressed to be selected. Club Climax was an exclusive club for ballers and shot callers, heavy hitters and money getters. The dance floor was filled to capacity. The music was bumping and the party was jumping. Cristal bottles popping and the DJ rocking. Suddenly the music stopped and dancing paused. Like the parting of the Red Sea, dancers parted ways to create a path for her to walk through. She was a red bone wearing a red silk dress made only for her. It hugged every curve and exposed enough to entice the wildest imagination. The aroma of her perfume lingered in the air as she passed through the crowd.