GrassMan

By Butterfly Brooks and Thaddeus Kane

Is the grass greener on the other side?Donovan Shaw aka Grassman has met his match in the deliciously delightful Samara Bishop. Samara has traded her earthy, solid, hard working boyfriend Julian Jackson for the internationally renowned marijuana dealer, The GrassMan, simply because financial toil and struggle are no longer an option for her.Donovan, in an effort to ignite his libidinous fire and relieve him of his humdrum homelife with his wife and four children, indulges Sam in lavish gifts, luscious five star dinners, and international globe trotting adventures much to her delight. Their lives are filled with love, passion, and ecstasy.But what happens when Donovan is stricken with a strange ailment, an unidentifiable syndrome that leaves him fatigued, lethargic, and discolored, his skin turning green?What is this green skin syndrome? What is happening to him? What is the strange disease? Is there a cure? Will Samara help him restore his health? Or will she leave him like she left Julian, unwilling to face the challenges of a sick lover? The grass on this other side may be a bit too green.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Platinum Quill Publications
• Release date: Dec 22, 2018
• ISBN: 9798223551706

Butterfly Brooks

I write stories with My husband/My Qo~pilot in this Qosmic Qonspiracy Thaddeus Kane. He is The Spinner. I am The Weaver. We are The GenreBenders. I weave tales with Love, Light, Passion, Pain, Triumph, and Magic! I wrote my first story and my first poem at age seven and I was hooked! I am daughter, woman, wife, lover, mamma, writer, author, dilettante Black music historian, Spirit Woman guide, star reader gypsy, student, Lianesss, Butterfly, and emoticon addict, currently not enrolled in a 12 step program. I love poetry, parks, overcast days, autumn sunshine, yoga, sunsets, my Loving Ones, good movies, and good books. Subscribe to my website: ButterflyBrooks.com for the divine best of gift books, giveaways, sneak peeks, and online literary events. Swirl with Us: #ButterflyBrooks #BFlyB #ThaddeusKane #PlatinumQuill #GiftBooksGalore #TheWeaver #TheSpinner #TheGenreBenders #Pen2Pen #PensEquallyYoked

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Copyright 2018 Platinum Quill Publications

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About the Authors

Butterfly Brooks is an author, historical research consultant, Love Warrior.

Thaddeus Kane is an author, musician, educator, playwright, Love Warrior.

Dedication

This work is dedicated to all of those that are learning Love’s lessons.

Acknowledgements

Eternal love and gratitude to all of those that love, support, and encourage creative fire. All of our mothers, fathers, children, family, and friends, especially Gwendolyn Elizabeth, Dora Louise, Verta Elizabeth, Marji Jihada and Brenda Faye~ We love you, forever, for always.

Chapter One

Erosion

Monday, The City Airport

1:00 p.m.

I thought I knew everybody in here. He grinned jovially as he surveyed the mahogany cream beauty preparing his one-way ticket to Jamaica.

She blushed. I am fairly new. I just started working the counter a few days ago. I had been working in the office up until a few weeks ago.

They been hidin’ you from me too long. His libido rose as he gazed at her ample bust line constrained inside her collared work shirt, the South Fare Air logo more robust and appealing to him than ever before. Her crown of coconut oiled braids ignited his own kingliness as he thoughtfully enunciated, Much too long, Queen Samara. He sucked his teeth seductively. Your king has come.

She giggled and her spirit lifted at his mannerism. You are really something else. She continued generating his ticket admiring his clean casual dress, pressed khakis, a fitted orange t-shirt that showed off his muscular frame, and orange deck shoes for his size eleven feet. A close crop fade with a razor sharp line indicated a recent visit to his barber.

No, Sah~mah~dah. YOU are something! His Jamaican accent dripped from his retort.

She smiled, placed his ticket in his hand and started her South Fare Air spiel. Okay, Mr. Shaw. You are currently booked-

Call me Donovan, he insisted leaning closer to her, both of them still holding each end of his travel itinerary. And I don't need any eenstructshun. Just your phone number, Queen Sahmahdah.

Hmmm. I don’t think that would be appropriate, Mr. Shaw. He stared at her with admonishing eyes. She sighed. I mean, Donovan.

What would be inappropriate is us, never seeing each other again. Never eating together. Never talking to each other. Getting to know each other better.

I mean, I'm flattered, but I have a boyfriend anyway. Samara tried to muster a happy face sharing her relationship status with the customer, but she was sure her exhaustion with her boyfriend was showing instead.

Where is he? He is here? What he got to do with this? His accent thickened as mild frustration permeated their exchange.

Samara released the ticket and stepped back from the counter. Well, nothing I guess. She was turned on by his forceful display.

Right. So, give it to me. He slid his cell phone toward her across the counter. She picked up the phone, typed in her number and passed the device back to him. Yes, Mara. He grinned looking at her name on his mobile display.

She wrinkled her brow. Everybody calls me Sam.

But not me, he responded. Sam is boy's name. Not fit for a queen like you. ‘Queen Sahm’. He shooed the sound of ‘Queen Sam’, waving his hand over air. No! You are Queen Mara.

Okay. Her eyes widened, her cheeks warmed, and all of her pearly whites danced a jig on her face.

Ahhh. That smile. My heart. Hmmph! He grabbed a handful of his chest and shook his head looking her directly in her big, beautiful eyes. Can you eat with me? What time is your break?

In about fifteen minutes.

Come eat with me. I like a few places in here. Where do you wanna eat? What do you like?

Eat with you? She put her hands on her hips, blinking her eyes rapidly as she contemplated his offer. Donovan, I just started this job. And I-

Have dinner with me and I promise, you won't have to work here much longer. He could taste her creaminess on his tongue; he was already sprung. He didn't care that he was half-erect. He wanted her to see his excitement. He stepped away from the counter opening his arms like a king rising from his throne issuing an edict.

Liquid fire poured from her fruitful hollow, aroused by his manliness; she secretly scissored her thighs, rubbing her wetness on her skin. Was he serious? She didn't care. He was wooing her and his charms were disarming her. She felt delicious. I like Chick-Fil-A.

Chicken sandwich? What? You are a queen. We are going to Carmichael's. I know the chef. C'mon. Let's go.

But are we dressed for Carmichael's? Carmichael’s was a ritzy, upscale restaurant about ten minutes from the airport.

I just told you. I know the chef. He winked.

Okay. Give me a minute.

Good. She disappeared behind the Employees Only door while Donovan fielded text messages from his wife.

Donovan: I think she should take the summer course.

Faye: I don't think so. I think she should work. You spoil these girls too much. She doesn't need the class.

Donovan: Okay. Whatever you