Today I welcome author Adrienne Thompson to my blog. Her latest book, Your Love is King, will be released November 12th.
I am thrilled to be able to share an excerpt from my forthcoming novel, Your Love Is King, today. I truly hope it piques your interest and leaves you anticipating the novel’s release this November. Happy Reading!! – Adrienne
Another twenty minutes passed and I could barely keep my eyes open as I fumbled through my purse for my phone, having decided to try and call Carla again. I’d finally fished my phone out of my purse when I was startled by a voice coming from the driveway in front of the ER.
“Well, if it isn’t Ms. Marli,” a man said. I raised my head to see that it was Chris King.
He was speaking to me from the driver’s side of a shiny, black Mercedes Benz, complete with some very expensive-looking chrome rims. Trumpet-playing must have been a lucrative career for him.
“Hi,” I said unenthusiastically.
“You work here?”
Well that was stating the obvious. I was sitting outside a hospital wearing scrubs.
“Uh, yeah. Just got off,” I said rather curtly.
“Oh, okay, well, have a good day.” I’m sure he sensed that I wasn’t in the best of moods.
“Yeah, it’s been lovely so far,” I replied under my breath.
He drove away, and I dialed Carla’s number again. This time it went straight to voicemail. A voice inside told me that I should’ve asked Mr. Chris King for a ride, but I didn’t really know him. What if he was some kind of psycho?
After another ten minutes of waiting, I looked up and noticed a familiar black Mercedes pull back around the driveway.
“Do you just like hanging around hospitals or something, or are you a stalker?” I asked sarcastically as he pulled his car to a stop in front of me.
Chris smiled and shook his head. “No and no. I was here dropping off my sister for her shift. She’s a nurse, her name’s Ava King. You know her?”
I shook my head. “No, but I’m new here.”
“Oh, okay. Well, anyway, after I drove off earlier, I thought to myself that you looked like you needed a ride home. Do you?”
“I’m okay. I’m sure my friend will be here any minute,” I said and glanced at my watch. Now, of course I was lying, because at that point, I wasn’t sure if Carla was ever going to show up.
“You sure? How long you been out here waiting?”
I cleared my throat. “About an hour.”
“Man, that’s a long time, and you look tired. Come on, I’ll give you a ride.”
I frowned. “I don’t know, I—”
“Come on, Ms. Marli. Why you gotta be so mean? I’m trying to help you, here. You got something against riding in cars with white men, too?”
I sighed, grabbed my bag, and walked over to his car. At that point I was so tired, I couldn’t even argue anymore.
Chris jumped out of the car and opened the passenger’s door for me. He was wearing faded jeans and a colorful t-shirt. Around his neck hung a huge silver crucifix on a silver chain. His short, spiky hair was covered with a red baseball cap.
Once I climbed inside, he closed the door behind me and returned to the driver’s seat. His car was immaculate inside, and the scent from a vanilla-scented air freshener filled my nose. His radio was tuned to an R&B station, and an Alicia Keys song was pouring softly from the speakers. As we exited the lot, I looked over at him and smiled.
“Thanks,” I said drowsily.
He glanced at me with a grin. “No problem, Ms. Marli. Where to?”
I gave him my address and said, “Can I ask you a question?”
“Yeah, what’s up?”
“Why do you talk like that?”
He gave me a confused look. “Like what?”
“You know, like you’re black.”
His eyes widened. “Oh, well this is how I’ve always talked.”
“Yeah, really. Why?”
I shrugged. “I was just wondering.”
Chris shook his head. “Wow, you are prejudiced. Where are you from, anyway? Selma circa 1954?”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not prejudiced. I was just curious. And I’m from Arkansas.”
“Oh damn, no wonder. They probably still got segregated schools and ‘whites only’ restaurants down there,” he said with an exaggerated Southern drawl.
I bugged my eyes. “No, they don’t!”
Marli Meadows was tired of the monotonous rhythm of her life, so she decided to leave it behind and embark on a search for change. Instead, she found a love.
About the Author
Married at sixteen, a mother twice by seventeen, and thrice a mother and divorced by twenty-four, Adrienne Thompson is no stranger to adversity. Not your typical teenage mother, she went on to complete her college degree and to earn her nursing license. She attributes God’s faithfulness as the catalyst for her success in life. Now, having raised two children as a single mother, with a third fast-approaching adulthood, she is sharing a long hidden talent and passion with the world. Using the lessons that life has so expertly taught her as a guideline (betrayal, abusive relationships, self-esteem issues, witnessing the deteriorating effects of drug abuse), she has created stories that will both entertain and inspire the reader.
Adrienne currently resides in Arkansas with her daughter. Formerly an RN, she now writes and publishes her stories full time.