Cloudy With a Chance of Rain by Patricia Balentine
April 29, 2012 |
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Lanise Avery is a gorgeous and talented supermodel who is a big name in the fashion industry. She’s married to Record Producer, Tyrese Langston whose star is on the rise as well. This power couple has it all, until Lanise is asked to do a show by a friend from her past. Sparks fly and the road gets bumpy when her emotions become harder and harder to contain. Life is rarely easy when it comes to matters of the heart. Situations like this can make your sunny day Cloudy With a Chance of Rain.
According to the author, this book contains more than two words of profanity per page; descriptive writing about sexual acts between consenting adults.
The author has rated this book PG-13 (questionable content for children under 13). However, because of the content mentioned above, as supplied by the author, IAI rates this book R (not suitable for those 17 and under).
Safely home peering through the thick rain, Lanise reluctantly pulled into the big circular driveway of her luxurious Atlanta mansion. Her left knee began to shake and conflicting thoughts rushed through her mind. Her heart was beating two hundred miles a minute. The weather added to the gloominess of her mood. The sky seemed to be crying with her as the rain poured down; the thunder screaming out her pain. She didn’t know how her life had gotten so out of control, but it had and she needed to fix it. Unfortunately, what she was about to do would hurt everyone that she loved. For her it was the only way out, but it was tearing her apart.
Lanise Avery was a very successful supermodel, who also did a little acting and was working on becoming a successful singer as well, once her CD is released in the very near future. She should be on top of the world, but today was the beginning of a future that she never expected.
She pressed the button to open the garage door, while the windshield wipers kept beat with her racing heart. She needed to know where Ty was before she could muster up enough courage to go inside. She just couldn’t face him. The garage door opened too slowly for her racing emotions. She fought back tears that had almost blinded her as she was driving home from Hartsfield Airport. Life as she knew it was over and she couldn’t help shedding tears about that.
She looked inside the huge five car garage and saw Ty’s Porsche was missing. He always drove the Porsche when he was upset about something. He said that the speed helped him out run his problems. She always worried when he drove it, because he would break every speed limit in town, almost begging for trouble. Today was especially not a good day to drive a fast car like that.
When he was in his ‘I don’t care mood,’ she kept a low profile and didn’t try and talk him into or out of anything. She had learned early in their marriage that it was no use anyway. But he always came home in one piece and in a better mood. They would always make love and everything would be back to normal. That wouldn’t happen this time. A long drive was not going to help this time.
With no time to waste, Lanise closed the garage door and rushed into the house. As she hurried into their spacious master suite, she noticed the baby blue, chocolate, and beige silk comforter was spread neatly across their large California King sized bed without even a wrinkle. Ty never made the bed and on the rare occasion that he attempted to, the covers were always just thrown onto the bed any ole kind of way. So that told her that he hadn’t slept in their bed last night.
Feeling a little queasy, she grabbed clothes off the hangers and stuffed them into a large suitcase. Her heart was breaking as she rushed around snatching clothes, and shoes, and toiletries. She retrieved her large shoe bag from the back of the closet, opened it and swept all the shoes off the top shelf into the bag with one swoop of her hand. She took two pair of her favorite running shoes from a lower shelf and threw them in as well. She was done. She had enough to get her through a week or two; she would buy whatever else she needed once she made it to her destination.
She rolled the big suitcase into the foyer and dragged the shoe bag behind her to the front door. She heard Ty’s car pulling into the driveway; her heart almost stopped.
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