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Real Secrets_Overview:
She's good at what she does...mother, daughter, lover, and dancer.
Her heart isn't ready to be tamed and the dancing is in her blood. Can she give up the dance for her son's father, for her son, or for love? Or will she go down to the wire for the love of money, the power over men, and the love of the dance? Real Secrets is the story of exotic night club dancer Tamara Roman, single mother and lover of her son's father. When she suddenly finds herself in an abusive relationship with her son's father, she has choices to make that will determine her future and that of her young son's. But when her choices lead to life and death situations it may be time to close the doors on everything she knows and turn her life completely around. Can she and will she do it? |
AMAZON REVIEWS:
Real Secrets is an excellent book to read. I recommend it to all those who love a good storyline that keeps you wanting to read more. This book grabs you from the first page and keeps you guessing until you get to the last page. It's one of those stories that really makes you think about things in your own life. Although fiction, I'm sure everyone can relate to some parts of this book. C. Michelle Ramsey did it again. I truely loved the book, and I'm looking forward to #3!!!" GDS By Kia B. - See all my reviews This review is from: Real Secrets (Kindle Edition) I loved this book! I read the whole thing in one night! Awesome imagery, beautifully written. It keeps you on your toes. And being from Atlanta, I really appreciated all the references to known ATL spots. Best book I've read in a long time, reading my second C. Michelle Ramsey masterpiece now! |
EXCERPT:
Tamara rose next to him and reached out her hand to shake the extended hands of Helene and Paul. The meeting had not lasted for twenty minutes, but Tamara couldn’t be happier.
“It was very nice meeting you once again dear, and maybe we can get together for a ladies’ day to get to know one another a little better,” Helene offered as she escorted her son and his conquest to the door.
Paul gave his son a look of warning and patted him on the shoulder, “Son you will be in contact?”
“Yes, Dad,” he said giving his father a loving hug.
“Tamara, it was my pleasure. Make sure you take care of my son. He has a tendency to get himself into trouble that he can’t get out of sometimes,” Paul said with a giggle out of character for a man of his stature.
“I will Mr. Matthews,” Tamara replied with a smile feeling shy inside. It was something about the older gentleman that she liked, despite the air of arrogance.
Hunter walked Tamara to the Explorer and opened the door for her. He leaned in and kissed her softly on her lips and then pulled back and looked into her eyes. “I love you,” he whispered and went in for another more passionate kiss before he pulled away.
“Hold on, let me say goodbye to my parents,” he replied and strode away before she could comment. Tamara wondered what he needed to say to them that couldn’t be said in front of her; and the fact that he wouldn’t talk in front of her left her feeling self-conscious. Then out of the blue it all became clear but she would bide her time and wait until they were home to confront him.
Hunter saw the concerned expressions on his parents’ faces as he walked to the door.
“Hunter you know this isn’t right,” Helene began.
“Mom,” Hunter began letting out a brief sigh, “Please don’t start now, Mom. I’ll call you, and we’ll talk.” He kissed his mother on the cheek and pulled away from her strong embrace.
“No you’ll come back and no later than tomorrow. I don’t buy that hogwash about deadlines. You are dodging a bullet that won’t miss next time,” his mother warned looking him in the eye.
Hunter turned to his father and saw a note of compassion and concern in his eyes. Paul gave his son a lukewarm hug and turned to walk into the house. With his arm around his wife, he escorted her into the house ahead of him and closed the door before Hunter could say another word.
Once again, Tamara and Hunter rode in silence during the drive home, each lost in his or her own thoughts. When they pulled up in front of the house Tamara didn’t get out of the car. Hunter glanced at her before opening his own door. He knew from the strained appearance around her eyes and the frown on her face that she was very upset.
“You didn’t tell them did you?”
“Tell them what Tamara?” Hunter asked.
“Don’t play with me! You didn’t tell your parents I was black did you?” she shouted.
Tamara rose next to him and reached out her hand to shake the extended hands of Helene and Paul. The meeting had not lasted for twenty minutes, but Tamara couldn’t be happier.
“It was very nice meeting you once again dear, and maybe we can get together for a ladies’ day to get to know one another a little better,” Helene offered as she escorted her son and his conquest to the door.
Paul gave his son a look of warning and patted him on the shoulder, “Son you will be in contact?”
“Yes, Dad,” he said giving his father a loving hug.
“Tamara, it was my pleasure. Make sure you take care of my son. He has a tendency to get himself into trouble that he can’t get out of sometimes,” Paul said with a giggle out of character for a man of his stature.
“I will Mr. Matthews,” Tamara replied with a smile feeling shy inside. It was something about the older gentleman that she liked, despite the air of arrogance.
Hunter walked Tamara to the Explorer and opened the door for her. He leaned in and kissed her softly on her lips and then pulled back and looked into her eyes. “I love you,” he whispered and went in for another more passionate kiss before he pulled away.
“Hold on, let me say goodbye to my parents,” he replied and strode away before she could comment. Tamara wondered what he needed to say to them that couldn’t be said in front of her; and the fact that he wouldn’t talk in front of her left her feeling self-conscious. Then out of the blue it all became clear but she would bide her time and wait until they were home to confront him.
Hunter saw the concerned expressions on his parents’ faces as he walked to the door.
“Hunter you know this isn’t right,” Helene began.
“Mom,” Hunter began letting out a brief sigh, “Please don’t start now, Mom. I’ll call you, and we’ll talk.” He kissed his mother on the cheek and pulled away from her strong embrace.
“No you’ll come back and no later than tomorrow. I don’t buy that hogwash about deadlines. You are dodging a bullet that won’t miss next time,” his mother warned looking him in the eye.
Hunter turned to his father and saw a note of compassion and concern in his eyes. Paul gave his son a lukewarm hug and turned to walk into the house. With his arm around his wife, he escorted her into the house ahead of him and closed the door before Hunter could say another word.
Once again, Tamara and Hunter rode in silence during the drive home, each lost in his or her own thoughts. When they pulled up in front of the house Tamara didn’t get out of the car. Hunter glanced at her before opening his own door. He knew from the strained appearance around her eyes and the frown on her face that she was very upset.
“You didn’t tell them did you?”
“Tell them what Tamara?” Hunter asked.
“Don’t play with me! You didn’t tell your parents I was black did you?” she shouted.
