EXCERPT ALERT - LuvMe - This Rhythm is Rated L

“Just come open the door. I’m outside your apartment.”

“I’ll be right there.”

The phone landed somewhere as I ran to the door faster than I did before. This time when I opened it, Sheree stood before me with a long red coat on and a pair of thigh high red boots. She breezed past me and dropped her coat to the floor. The floor mat to the game Twister was wrapped around her body. She unwrapped it and let it fall. No other covering was on her. There was nothing that could do her justice. I closed the door.

“Take off your clothes.”

Without questions my ragged jogging pants and tee shirt came off. We faced each other naked – like a stand off, with her boots giving her more leverage than me.

“I want you to do what I say and do it well. Do you understand?”

My head shook up and down, then again, up and down, then again. I was dizzy within her.

“Go and get the ice bucket.”

Sheree’s voice came to me like a dominatrix in training. She spoke like she had one more test to pass before she could hold the crown. Her voice was forceful, soothing, and pleading from within for love. I listened.When I returned to the room with the bucket as she requested she had spread the mat out, and was standing at one end of it.

“Lay the bucket in the center of the mat on the yellow circle.”

I obeyed.

“Stand in the middle of the mat with my p**** over the bucket.”

As I began to move I heard My, My, My from the CD. I wanted to cry out that I was in love. A figure eight, a coke bottle, her waist, her thighs, her breasts, I, I…I couldn’t believe she stood before me. Her legs were spread a bit and I noticed a small tattoo high on her inner left thigh. I wanted to suck it.

“Left hand blue.”

The blue circle was to my rear so I bent back and placed my hand on it.

“Right hand green.”

The green circle was also to my rear. My bending more to the rear made my middle come down low over the ice bucket. I held my head back and let it hang. My body was open wide to her. She had me. Finally, I was hers.

The touch of her tongue blazed me to my heart. It pumped with anticipation. Sheree was between my legs teaching me how to love us. The ice gliding around me gave me a sensation of hot, cold, cool, and flaming at the same time. My mind ran far and came back close as she gently crawled over my body. My position was the same, my back was inner arched and my legs were open wide. She kissed my chest, my breasts, my belly button, and came back up to my neck. A tear escaped me.

“Right foot red.”

I slid my foot forward not knowing where it was going to end. I didn’t care; I just wanted to please Sheree.

“Left foot yellow.”This time the motion left me laying flat on my back with my eyes facing my baby. We took each other in within a twisted rhythm of euphoric colors. Her tender breasts lay on mine and my tears continued.

“Don’t cry, lover.”

Our lips met. I wrapped my arms around her trying to press her into me. Her hips, her ass, and her back belonged to me. I squeezed them all. My, My, My, our love came in yellow, red, blue, and green. A game so simple, yet so complex. The bucket tipped and a sensation came. More sensations followed. A game that taught me to release my fears in love.

The game taught Sheree to love the one her release is with. That night we played more than a mere child’s game. We dealt our cards, we rolled our dice, and ultimately we hit the Lotto. We won them all and have never stopped pleasing each other. We decided that night that we would work on having a relationship. Sheree thought all a relationship consisted of was sex, freaky or not. I didn’t know sex was a major part of one. That was seven years ago. To this day, Sheree makes me proud to say that my rhythm is rated L.

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Alright, that's it! The excerpt above if from the erotic/romantic short story collection, LuvMe! Get LuvMe as a part of The SEXY Special! Buy Wait for Love: a Black Girl's Story - LuvMe is FREE! Awww, Lawd, the hot choco-latte is coming! Don't miss out!







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Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
LuvMe - Because Everybody Needs A Little Luv
Coming Soon - A Sheltered Life
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Purple Panties - An Eroticanoir.com Anthology

EXCERPT ALERT - Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story

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You Down With NPP?

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Uhm, What Are You Selling?

A child’s favorite pastime during summer months is the infamous ice cream truck. To hear the delightful bell, horn, or looped melody approaching causes a thunderous amount of unexplainable joy. The feeling is one that never leaves your senses. As an adult, even after the onset of lactose intolerance, one still feels a slight urgency to purchase one or two scoops.

Having a small child means you must have money each time the top ten melody goes into rotation. Recently my family changed zip codes, but in all of my sexy years on this earth, I have only known Mr. Softee. A blue and white truck with a cool looking cone dressed up to every child’s fancy. Mr. Softee definitely isn’t prejudiced, he serves everybody. You don’t need a number, just get in line and watch your toes – eager children could care less about your twenty-five dollar pedicure.

The truck is equipped for the hearing impaired – the loud top ten hit that can be heard from miles away, and the blind. – the looped music that continuously plays over and over, so don’t worry if you make a few wrong turns - keep tapping that walking stick until you find it.

My new zip code doesn’t include Mr. Softee but the new and improved text message aged Mr. Ding-a-Ling! WHAT? Yes, Mr. Ding-a-Ling! Is it just me or when you read this did your mind go kiddie playground porn-tastic?

The first time I saw the truck thankfully I was alone. The laughter that exploded from me! My goodness, a person laughing alone could be categorized as a bad drug mix. “Oh, she must have taken some of the good stuff’” is the statement that I looked like.

Am I a horny woman looking for a quick orgasm at each corner? Hmmm, I don’t think so. The thought that ran through my mind after my laughter subsided was, “And we wonder why our kids feel that oral sex isn't sex! We hear the dayum bell and they run to the truck with our money to get their licks on!”

Yesterday Mr. Ding-a-Ling stopped on the street that we live on. My daughter and I ran down the stairs, but unfortunately he pulled off before we made it. My child cried an anguished, “No!” and continued to cry as we made it back up the stairs. It took me at least ten minutes to console her. My untold thought, “Shit, I didn’t want you licking none of his stuff anyway.”

Mr. Ding-a-Ling had his way. He returned three hours later. I heard him, grabbed my wallet, yelled out to Doobah, “Come’on!” and dayum near broke my neck getting down the stairs. Doobah yelled, “Don’t leave me!’ but I was already down the stairs on the sidewalk. Mr. Ding-a-Ling would not leave us this time.

Maybe I am a horny woman. Although Mr. Softee is the keeper of some of my life’s most fond memories, I really don’t want to meet a man that proudly says, “Hi, my name is Mr. Softee.” Mr. Ding-a-Ling is straight to the point. That name on an ice cream truck though, for me, keeps me asking, Uhm, What Are You Selling?


Wanda D. Hudson
http://www.wandadhudson.com

Okay, WHY is the ice cream truck called Mr. Ding-a-Ling? And we wonder why our kids feel that oral sex isn't sex! We hear the dayum bell and they run to the truck with our money to get their licks on...LuvPing is SEXY!

LuvTweet, LuvPress, LuvSpace, LuvBlog and now LuvPing! Dayum...It's all SEXY!

Inspected by God

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Working Depression, Please Fire Me

My daddy died today. Well, actually he died June 4th, 2008, but each day is the same for me. Now I lay me down to sleep doesn’t work. When I close my eyes I see my daddy lying in his coffin. I know he is not going to get up, so the vision never changes. My mornings are identical; I wake up tired and want to stay in the bed until. If I didn’t have to “live” I wouldn’t. Routine – open my eyes and listen to my mind complain, get Dasia ready, take her to school, and go to work and “function.” Thank God for Dasia. Monday through Friday I remain under my sheets until I’m late enough for work - not enough for my boss to complain, but enough for me to fuss as to why I continue to fall into the late schedule. People lose their jobs everyday, but my working depression won’t fire me.

I’ll settle for a layoff if it’s long term and the position won’t call me back. I can’t shake this. One minute anger is my best friend, the next hate, and I try to reason with it all. Tolerating things that I paid no attention to previously burns holes into my soul. My mouth, oh, the words that can come from my mouth. My dreams tremble me. One night I had one about a basement full of rats. The setting was on a street that my family resided on when I was a child, but in a neighbor’s apartment. The rats crawled into the cement wall, the wall closed and all their tales fell off. The next one I can remember contained dogs, spit, singing and skin. Working depression, please fire me.

I don’t write anymore. I figured getting this out might help. Lying on a couch talking about my feelings would be a waste of time and money. I’d make myself late or not show up. The someone that I need to talk to is dead. The woman that raised my father said it would get better; she died less a month after my daddy did. What am I looking forward to?

Patience is invisible in my world, although I’m not as mean as I was a few months ago. That’s my opinion. I still like to blast certain people who say dumb things with no meaning. You can’t have an opinion about someone else’s opinion, but I don’t care. I’m talking shut them down and get out my face blast. Rude for Miss WandaLuv, but effective.

See, I had this multimillion-dollar empire planned for my family. The dream that my daddy chased all his life ran to me. Miss Luv’s Books was formed, NYC was the place where my astronomical comedy career would blossom - my father would lavish in it. He pushed me, he told me that I was still young and it took work. My daddy told me to keep at it. “Babygirl people work their whole lives to make it; you got plenty of time.” I wish I had enough time for him.

My prior life of hustling for it is somewhere. I don’t make any effort to develop the uniqueness that is I. In all honesty – I’m all fucked up. Just tired, angry and aggravated. Am I going to commit suicide? Hell naw, fool! My daddy would kill me! This is my attempt at getting back to the swing of things. Misery could care less about who it chooses for company.

On March 2nd I’ll be forty-three. Before June 4th I loved my birthday. I’d buy myself a present, go out or celebrate with friends. When I turned thirty I threw my own birthday party. What a vain heffa I was. This year I will think about how my daddy felt the day that I was born. He had something that was for him and still is his. I’ll get it together one day.

When will these weird dreams stop? Why do I wake up tired when I don’t dream? Why do I keep seeing him lying in that coffin? By the way, he was laid out in a gold-ish tan colored suit that matched the coffin. He was always a suit wearing well-dressed man. My father’s love of clothes, his laugh that I can still hear, and his voice. These are some of the things that I never want to forget. Do you forget?

I want to sell books and perform on stage. Book clubs need me to make their meetings exciting. Comedy shows need a little luv. My Blog Talk Radio Show – Wanda’s Way - was HOT. Wait for Love: A Black Girl’s Story, LuvMe, the book and the fragrance, and A Sheltered Life need me to make it. I need a stimulus plan custom designed for me.

How do you live with depression? It’s easy. Take a shower, go to work, go back home, take a shit, and go to bed. Plenty of us do it everyday. Many of us have been doing it for years. When distress happens in your life most of us call our mother. My mother doesn’t care to talk about my daddy. They were divorced after twenty-seven years of marriage. They both remarried, but she still brings up things that happened in 1970. The husband-wife relationship is totally different than the father-daughter one. The first person I called when I found about my daddy was her. She told me to be strong. She didn’t realize that she was talking to a baby and babies aren’t supposed to be strong. I don’t give a damn about her past and I guess she doesn’t care about my present. All fucked up.

A good job is challenging to find and to quit a job is idiotic, but one day I have to resign from this one. No unemployment for quitters, which would mean no Cheetos for Dasia…back to my first request. Working Depression, Please Fire Me.

I love you, Daddy.

Wanda D. Hudson
http://www.wandadhudson.com

A Procession of One

The word bitch should be used solely in conjunction with the word grief. I promise you, if I ever hear another man call a woman a bitch, I don't care who he is, I'm going to hurt him. If I ever hear another woman call a man a bitch, I'll release a few choice words that will touch her core, but she'll be able to continue. Neither a man nor a woman can make you feel as sickening as grief can. I don't care what they do to you - cheat, lie, steal or slam you to the ground and run. Grief is the only bitch I know.

Grief intruded into my life June 4th 2008 at 4:20pm. That's when I received a call from my father's wife informing me that my daddy, Bobby James Hudson, was gone. She said it as calmly as she could. "Niecy, we lost Bobby today." That's when my procession of one began.

I proceeded to cry. I proceeded to yield to the shit feeling that was ravaging my body, because I couldn't fight back. I proceeded to collapse and let myself be gutted by grief. Grief cuts your insides and churns them at the same time, runs them over, burns them, and leaves them there expecting you to function as if oh well should be the next words you say.

The first steps of my procession were to see my daddy lying in his coffin. Simply visiting my daddy became viewing his body. I was at a wake that would never allow for sleep. This wake wanted tears and I obliged...boy did I oblige.

My procession kept going strong with then next day being more forceful than the first. The funeral told me to say goodbye. I only did so after God told me to hold onto His hand. He said that I will see my daddy later.

Next, the cemetery. Grief began to slither around my throat. It's hold grew tighter and tighter but I still saw the coffin which held my daddy - even with my shades on and my eyes closed.

I know we all go through this but it doesn't diminish the fact that my daddy broke my heart. I know he didn't mean to. I know he loved his babygirl. When I was younger my father told me that he wouldn't always be here. His words - "Babygirl, ya daddy ain't always gone be here." My words - "Well, where are you going to be?" Together we'd laugh. Lawd, I miss my daddy.

A father's love for his daughter is priceless. Fellas, you all can step up your game and you still won't measure up. My daddy made me feel SO special. His encouraging words to keep on babygirl, stick with it, success doesn't come overnight. Man, this hurts.

I wanted my father to see me make it. To him, I already did. He saw something different in me. He saw that I stepped out on faith and did what my passion told me to. I know that he was proud of me.

Bobby James Hudson was the first black man to work in an office position at the TAM Plant in Niagara Falls NY. 1968 didn't have a civil rights march for him - he was just being a provider for his family. Tuskegee Institute taught my daddy a few things. He took that knowledge and eventually opened his own store, Hudson Tile and Carpet in Ocala Florida. But that was after he showed others how it should be done at the Color Tile store in Niagara Falls NY.

My daddy and his ideas! I smile just thinking about them. Shaklee, Amway, Omaha Steaks and BARD (Bobby, Alice, Ronny, Denise) Security. His favorite food - fried chicken. Once my daddy told me that he could eat fried chicken every day! Why? "'Cause I was raised on it babygirl." Oh... I miss my daddy.

He taught my brother to keep a handkerchief in his pocket. My brother now has taught that to his sons. Something so simple. but something to be proud of still. He taught me to be me, and ain't nuthin' wrong with that :-)

Golf, golf, golf. Why did I say that golf was a dumb game...that all you do is walk around hitting a ball. Lawd, did I get a LECTURE on golf! I was a teenager. I'm 42 now and I have NEVER said a bad word about the game of golf since!

I'll hurt, I'll cry and still talk too much about my daddy. My procession will continue with me working it out and being the woman that Bobby James Hudson knew I could be.

I love you daddy.








Wanda D. Hudson
Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
LuvMe
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Book Review - A Taste of Java - L.J. Wilson

A Taste of Java

L.J. Wilson

Gifted Pen Publishing

February 2008

ISBN - 978-1-60585-063-4

www.ljwilsonauthor.com



A Taste That Requires An Entire Purchase!


First time novel DIVA L.J. Wilson introduces us to Inga Tyler in A Taste of Java. Inga is a successful single woman who desires love, and believes she has found it with her best friend, Nathaniel Gates. True love can't be stopped...well that would depend on who you'd ask. Nathaniel's fiance Rochelle, or Charles Smith-McAlister - the man who Inga can't seem to get out of her mind, even when she is with Nathaniel.



Inga's friend Mona offers sound advice, but as with all friendships, the advice is never taken. When Mona finds love with Dwight, will Inga get IT, or continue to pursue a man who has never stopped loving another, or has he?



Whew is what I said a few times while reading A Taste of Java. There were pages that I wanted to slap Inga, and chapters that I wanted Rochelle to handle her.The fact that Ms. Wilson was able to evoke that type of emotion from me made A Taste of Java a good read. I was able to read and understand why the characters behaved and made the decisions that they did. The story flowed very well and left no loose ends for me.



A Taste of Java is filled with thought provoking conversations that will definitely make you think about your life and what you would do if faced with certain situations. A book that entertains, makes you think, and pray that it has a happy ending is a winner for me!



In all honesty, there was one thing that I didn't like about the book. When I reached the end, I felt that there should have been a gift certificate for a return visit!



Well done, L.J. Wilson, well done.







Wanda D. Hudson
Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
LuvMe - Because Everybody Needs A Little Luv
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What Shade Are Your Purple Panties?

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I'm So VAIN...LOL!

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Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
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Succulent - Chocolate Flava ll
Missionary No More: Purple Panties 2 - November 2008

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Are you lonely this holiday? Broke? Tired? Hungry?

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Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
LuvMe - Because Everybody Needs A Little Luv - January 2008
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Uhm, Blog Talk Radio has never been so SEXY
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Chocolate Flava 2 - February 2008
Missionary No More: Purple Panties 2 - November 2008

Wanda's Way - Sunday December 9th 12 NOON EST! JJ Michael - What's Your Number?

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My super sexy fabulous guest will be JJ Michael!
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JJ Michael is the author of Path To Truth, It's Not Over Yet, and Life is Never as it Seems.
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Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
LuvMe - Because Everybody Needs A Little Luv - January 2008
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Uhm, Blog Talk Radio has never been so SEXY
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Chocolate Flava 2 - February 2008
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Wanda's Way - Poetry Pro's - Sunday, December 2nd, 12 NOON EST!

Hello all you fabulous, spoken word artists! Next week on Wanda's Way is your day! Sunday, December 2nd at 12 NOON EST show the world how you flow!

Poetry Pro's is the title and I would love to have you call in and promote yourself!



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Sunday, December 2nd at 12 NOON EST



Recite a few verses, shout out your website! Tell us why your passion for words makes us weak!



Everybody Needs A Little Luv - get some of yours Wanda's Way!



Wanda D. Hudson
Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
LuvMe - Because Everybody Needs A Little Luv - January 2008
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Uhm, Blog Talk Radio has never been so SEXY
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Chocolate Flava 2 - February 2008
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Wanda's Way - Editing Etiquette - Sunday, November 25th 12 NOON EST!

Sunday, November 25th at 12 NOON EST click on to Wanda's Way!

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The discussion will be Editing Etiquette! My special guest panelists will be:

Carla Dean of U Can Mark My Word - http://www.ucanmarkmyword.com

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Oh Lawd...who dat be and why come dey here? Listen in, call in, and ask why editors do what they do!

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Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
LuvMe - Because Everybody Needs A Little Luv - January 2008
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Uhm, Blog Talk Radio has never been so SEXY
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Contributing Author -
Chocolate Flava 2 - February 2008
Missionary No More: Purple Panties 2 - November 2008

Sunday, November 18th at 12 NOON EST click on to Wanda's Way!

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My special guest will be Claudia Brown-Mosley. Listen in as the author of I Can Have My Cake and Eat It To gives us a slice of her life!

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Wanda D. Hudson
Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
LuvMe - Because Everybody Needs A Little Luv - January 2008
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Uhm, Blog Talk Radio has never been so SEXY
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Contributing Author -
Chocolate Flava 2 - February 2008
Missionary No More: Purple Panties 2 - November 2008

Wanda's Way - Sunday November 11th 12 NOON EST!

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My special guest will be Quashon Davis! Mr. Davis is the author of Masquerade. Listen in on his tale of two in love with one. Sounds like a maze that has no end!

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Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
http://www.wandadhudson.com

Looking 4 Luv?

Well, you can find it by visiting my website to order your copy of LuvMe! LuvMe is a collection of romantic erotic shorts all written by the SEXY ONE - ME!

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LuvMe - Because Everybody Needs A Little Luv


I know you can't get enough of ME, so in 2008 purchase a copy of Chocolate Flava 2! Yes, the SEXY one, ME, will have a story called Beauty included among the pages!

I will also have a story titled, The Finest Man, in Missionary No More: Purple Panties 2, which will be available November 2008!

Both of these are Zane anthologies so get ready for sumthin...


Can you smell Hot Chocolate?



Wanda D. Hudson
Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
http://www.wandadhudson.com
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Uhm, Blog Talk Radio has never been so SEXY
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Give your book an extra kiss - have it Critiqued With Luv

The SEXY One Is Coming on Strong!

Can YOU handle it?



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Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
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Uhm, Blog Talk Radio has never been so SEXY...
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Hey All You Sexy Poets,

Sunday, December 2nd is your day on Wanda's Way!

Poetry Pro's is the topic and I want you to tell us how your words flow so elegantly, so sweet, so tortured, so unique! Hey does that rhyme?

Does it have to rhyme, what is your rhythm?

Come'on - share your secrets! Please email me at wanda_d_hudson@yahoo.com with the title Poetry Pro's and I'll sign you up!

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Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
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Uhm, Blog Talk Radio has never been so SEXY
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Give your book an extra kiss - have it Critiqued With Luv

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Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
http://www.wandadhudson.com
http://www.blogtalkradio.com/wandasway
http://www.myspace.com/wandaluv

Snoop Rules and Regulations - Do They Even Exist?

1. Are there any rules to going thru someone's personal belongings?

2. If you do this without the owner's knowledge, do you have a right to question what you saw?

3. If you find activity which is current, is it okay to snoop?

4. If the information you find is 5+ years old, is it any of your business? Or does it even matter how old the goods are, is it any of your business?

Snoop Rules and Regulations - Do They Even Exist?


Wanda D. Hudson
Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
http://www.wandadhudson.com
Everybody Needs A Little Luv - Get Some Of Yours Wanda's Way!
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Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story Reader Review!

This is what another author said yesterday about Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story. Reading this made me pick my book up and hug her!

Have YOU gotten your copy yet?

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Dorothy Goins wrote:

Wanda. You have written such a witty and wise book that kept me turning the pages with laughter, anger and oftentimes pity for the main character who I most times wanted to slap some sense into. I have a couple of pages left and that just shows how much I want to savour the reading because I don't want the story to end. I have to admit in the beginning I was having a hard time accepting the main character speaking to me "the dear reader" but after staying with the story and (I analyze a book) going with the flow, it so worked for me. Lynnde became a part of my living room, my bedroom and anywhere I sat to absorb the story. Great Job! Wanda.

Lynnde is a exemplary character that depicts all the mistakes numerous women make when selling themselves short for the sake of what they call love. Isn't it sad that love was there in front of Lynnde all the time. She missed "the most important lesson of all" which was learning to love herself. So her lessons had to be repeated several times. When you love yourself, you open the door for others to enter in and love you with the portions of love you are so worthy of. I'll be back shortly with my overall review of the book and I will also post it to AMAZON. Keep writing.

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Now, I know YOU want a copy after reading that!

http://www.wandadhudson.com

Wanda D. Hudson
Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
Available Now - LuvMe - The Fragrance
Coming Soon - LuvMe - The Book
Everybody Needs A Little Luv...get some of yours Wanda's Way!
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Calling All Independant Film Producers!

Sunday, September 23rd, at 12 NOON EST is your day on Wanda's Way! My listeners and I would like to hear how you do what you do! What drives you to put IT on film? What is a no - what is a go - what is a HAIL NAW!

What color goes with green? Money green that is! We want to know about the process of going from your mind, to paper, to film. Is it a 3 step process or a long ladder with a few broken rungs?

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/wandasway - 646-716-7710

Please email me at wanda_d_hudson@yahoo.com with the title, Doin' It The Indie Way, and I'll sign you up!

Everybody Needs A Little Luv - get some of yours Wanda's Way!

Wanda D. Hudson
Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
Available Now - LuvMe - The Fragrance
Coming Soon - LuvMe - The Book
Everybody Needs A Little Luv...get some of yours Wanda's Way!
http://www.wandadhudson.com
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Tune In To Wanda's Way!

Hey Sexy Folks!

Yours truly, ME, has a Blog Talk Radio Show! OOHIT! OOHIT!

This Sunday, July 29th at 12 noon, please tune in to http://www.blogtalkradio.com/wandasway. My first special guest will be YOU! Yes - YOU! Simply call 646-716-7710 and we will let the listeners know about YOU!

You can talk about your books, your latest endeavors, and one lucky caller will play the top ten in five! What is that? Uh-uh, call Wanda's Way and find out! (Now, your book and endeavor info has to be kept to a minimum of 2 minutes...yah'll know people are going to call me - I'm SEXY)

If you would like to be a future guest on Wanda's Way, please send an email to wanda_d_hudson@yahoo.com with the title, I Want To Do it Wanda's Way, and I'll sign you up!

Everybody Needs A Little Luv...get some of yours Wanda's Way!

Wanda D. Hudson
Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
Available Now - LuvMe - The Fragrance
Coming Soon - LuvMe - The Book
Because Everybody Needs A Little Luv
http://www.wandadhudson.com

Hello Again and Thank You!

Thank you to everyone who stopped by my table at the Harlem Book Fair. I appreciate your support! For those of you who purchased Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story, I truly hope you enjoy it.

I am looking forward to hearing from you again! Please leave your contact information here, or you can reach me at wanda_d_hudson@yahoo.com, or by visiting my website - http://www.wandadhudson.com/

Congratulations to Terri Green! She was the winner of the Everybody Needs A Little Luv Raffle Bag!


Take care and stay sexy!


Wanda D. Hudson
Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
Available Now - LuvMe - The Fragrance
Coming Soon - LuvMe - The Book
Because Everybody Needs A Little Luv
http://www.wandadhudson.com/

AVAILABLE NOW - LuvMe - The Fragrance

A Sexy Collaboration of a Passionate Scent and Erotic Words

LuvMe


The invitingly intimate new fragrance from the sexy one
Miss WandaLuv.

Behold the Passion

Inhale the Sensuality

LuvMe – Because Everybody Needs A Little Luv

LuvMe

A tantalizing collection of erotic luv stories to make your imagination roam with pleasure.

Your days and nights will never be lonely within the pages.

Wear the Scent. Read the Words.

LuvMe - Because Everybody Needs A Little Luv

Wanda D. Hudson

Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story

http://www.wandadhudson.com

I Mus Be Ready

As a child I was told that sticks and stones may break my bones, but words would never hurt me. As an adult I know that this kiddie rhythm is wrong. Sticks and stones will kill you, and words will bury you six feet plus while you're still breathing.

It usually takes an action in order to get a reaction. Why do we always have to react? Is it any one persons fault that we have to come to the rescue of each other when we are separated from one another? Our lives should already be at a point and a pace that is beyond comfortable with no hurtful words, sticks, or stones in view.

The lyrics say a change gone come. The change came, but we either didn't see it, or simply didn't know how to keep it revolving in the right direction.

One action makes us remember what we should think about on more than an anniversary. One action of distaste is all it takes to cause a debate of what should be done to keep our change from diminishing to less than what it takes to place a ten cent call. Wait, the cost of a call hasn't been ten cents in years? Where do we really stand? How much change do we have left?

Words. Bullets. Rape. Murder. Death. These cause us to remember.

Slaves
look
Slaves
at
Slaves
all
Strange Fruit
the
Malcom X
african
Addie Mae Collins
niggar
Martin Luther King
colored
Carole Roberston
black
Johnnie Robinson
people
Strange Fruit
who
Medgar Evers
have
Denise McNair
died
Sean Bell
for
Cynthia Wesley
a
James Byrd Jr.
change
Strange Fruit
that
Unidentified Body (bodies)
is
James Chaney
within
Emmet Till
us

We argue over our history. We argue over our titles. This is an argument that will never be won. Other races belittle us and say it's okay because we belittle ourselves. We get angry and try to decide to whom the blame will fall on. Every opinion is right. Each view differs. The fight continues because of this.

There are only a few things that I know and I believe are certain. I know I love my family. I know that our titles, our words, have taken on a entity of their own. They are used by many, but the reason for the easy disposal by others has yet to be explained.

Jesus is coming. I believe this is certain. I Mus Be Ready.

I luv you.

Wanda D. Hudson
Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
http://www.wandadhudson.com

Brunch - Poetry - Comedy!

Come out and let you hair down. Leave your worries and cares at homeand join us for 2 Snaps & A Twist Brunch Event. We will have spokenword from Robbyne Kaamil and the comedic talents of Wanda D Hudson AKA Miss WandaLuv!

Robbyne has entertained audiences and performed on numerous stages across the country with her spicy seminars, dynamic comedy and soulstiring poetry.Wanda is a wonderful new author, and her first novel, is Wait forLove: A Black Girl's Story! Wanda is also a talented comedian, Miss WandaLuv who will have you rolling on the floor! (well, maybe not rolling on the floor...I mean, how would that look - your dumb azz doing a busted version of break dancing...)

Sisters Inc.Annie Mae's Cheesecakes was established in January of 2005 after the death of Annie Mae Moore from breast cancer in October of 2004.Ethel Events & Moore Catering was formed after the passing of Ethel Moore in January 2006.In keeping their legacy alive and continuing the family legacy ofcreating delectable eats & treats we have joined forces to give you Sisters Inc.

Menu
Mini BLT w/ Turkey or Pork Bacon
Waffles & Wings
Wraps: Turkey & Cheese or Tuna
Muffins Danishes Croissants
Fruit & Veggie Platter
Beverages
Coffee Tea Juice Soda Water

Annie Mae's Cheesecakes will introduce their very own 2 Snaps & ATwist Cheesecake for this event. Along with that we will have our Gimme Some Suga, Sugar Cookie Dough Cheesecake. Don't be the one to hear about it! Be there for the experience of a lifetime.

When: Saturday, April 14, 2007
Time: 1:00 PM
Where: Corrado Cafe/Spark161 W. 22nd St Close to 7th AvenueNew York , NY 10011
Contact: Danielle 646-326-8999
Event fee: $25.00 in advance $30.00 at the door

Wanda D. Hudson
Wait For Love: A Black Girl's Story
http://www.wandadhu dson.com
WandaLuv
"Remember, Everybody Needs A Little Luv"

Critiques With Luv!

Is your manuscript making you say, "What the HAIL?"

Is it missing that something that you yourself just can't seem to figure out?

When you read it does frustration slap you, or do wonder who wrote that paragraph?

Does the thought of watching a rerun of a presidental address thrill you more than reading your book?

STOP!

Read no further - you need ME!

Yes, yours truly will read and critique your work for a low, low fee of....well, we'll work that out. I will read and help you see what you need to do in order to make it to the top of the best sellers list! No, I'm not on the best sellers list but, uh, uhmmm...yo momma!

Anyway, if you are interested in having your book read by one of the best readers around (that is my own personal testimony) contact me at wanda_d_hudson@yahoo.com

Give your book an extra kiss - have it Critiqued With Luv:-)

Open the Write Vent!

This is a rant, a cool rage, a revolution that will be published! Why, oh why do certain individuals keep doing the same shady stuff over and over again? Is it because they can get away with it? Why sure it is.

Everyone should be given a second chance. We all make mistakes. My question is how many chances should you be given when you are at a crap table with someone else's money?

As a first time author I had to learn from authors that are further ahead on the trail. Many times I had to learn from myself. Who do you trust? Asking an individual to trust you makes you think a few times about trusting them. It makes you think that they have doubts about themself. Should trust come naturally? That would depend on the type of relationship. Now I have to ask what type of relationships are we dealing to each other in this writing, publishing, promoting business?

Research may show that the organization/individual has a reputable record, but there is a first time for everything. I don't want to be another person's first time.

"But, Wanda, it's never as good as the first time!"
"Maybe so. That would truly depend on who is doing the phucking, though."
"Ahhh, I didn't think about it that way."

-the previous interchange was between a conversation that I had with myself- Oh, like none of you have ever had a conversation with yourself? yeah, yeah, alright...yo mama....

When situations don't turn out positive we begin to evaluate. We say we will never let that happen to us again. And then another offer comes along. You may be on your 20th experience, but unfortunately it's someone else's first time. DAYUM!

What is this post about? Ummm, just a little frustration that stems from ventures bursting the same as a large burning hot air filled balloon. Sometimes I feel like the Hindenburgh is floating on top of my head. DAYUM!

In order to prevent a bad experience from happening to someone else you are supposed to tell. NO! If you tell you will be perceived as a whiner, and no one will ever want to shoot crap with your money again. Do I have something to tell? (I'm sexy, and whiners aren't sexy, so...)

This post isn't directed to anyone in particular. I swear it isn't. I'm not running for political office, so there is no need for me to lie to a large group of people at one time for my own financial gain or personal gratification. There have been a few things on my mind from conversations, emails, life, you know, the usual. It was time for me to let it go, and the best way for me to release anything is to open the write vent.

I luv you :-)

Wait for Love on Valentine's Day? Do It With A Black Girl's Story!

If your Valentine’s Day will be filled with phrases like –

“He said it was fudge, but it smelled like…”
“What the hell is that?”
“You wanna put that where?”
“Your mother is coming to dinner with us?”
“Who is Shaniqua?”
“To Mark? I thought these flowers were for me?”

Then hustle on over to http://www.wandadhudson.com and order your copy of Wait for Love: A Black Girl’s Story! Wait for Love: A Black Girl’s Story will make you forget all about trying to love that man, and get into the groove of loving yourself!

The first 20 people to order a copy of Wait for Love: A Black Girl’s Story will receive the book. What? A prize? Fool, the book is the prize! Now get on over there, get off of the cash, and get your read on!

I luv you

Wanda D. Hudson
Wait For Love: A Black Girl's Story
http://www.wandadhudson.com
http://www.wandasway.blogspot.com
http://www.myspace.com/wandaluv
WandaLuv
"Remember, Everybody Needs A Little Luv"

The Evolution of LUV

Ahhh, to GET IT is a divinely magnificent feeling! To actually see it, touch it and to feel it is breathtaking. When situations occur we always ask why. Sometimes we want to know the answer, others...well, I'm sure you have felt the same as I, so you know what I mean.

Last year I posted my feelings with a blog titled Return To Sender. I was a bit more than aggravated that I wasn't chosen for a position with the Post Office. My aggravation came from the fact that, and this is only MY belief, I wasn't chosen because of a previous termination from a job over a bookmark, not soley on my job qualifications or experience.

If I had gotten the JOB a part of my writing CAREER would be over. Ocassionally, I write short stories of the erotic (can I type that here? HAIL yeah, this is Wanda's Way!) erotic genere. The advertising of these stories on a bookmark is what got me booted in the first place. Well, if I had gotten the JOB there would be no more stories in this genre again. No more submissions to see if I had what it took to run with the dogs that bark deep. (actually, I think all writers have bass, but that is another post coming soon to a blog near you)

I'm sure I've said this is in a previous post, but I have heard that being told no isn't always a bad thing. Of course we all hate rejection, and hate to hear another door will open and the rest of the perfect clique'. Listening without responding can be bright gold - or is the in thing platinum? Whichever it is, it can work.

I recently submitted some short stories for inclusion in upcoming anthologies. I can bark deep now. My stories were accepted. Do you see what I see? If I was an employee of a certain agency I never would have taken a chance on this wonderful opportunity. Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiit! Tell me no again!

One anthology is Zane's Chocolate Flava 2, tenatively scheduled for release in August of 2007. The other is Ms. Kisha Green's The Sugar Wall Chronicles, scheduled for release in May of 2007. Now, when I began my blog I started it because I was upset of the impending loss of my job due to an erotic bookmark. No naked people on it, just words that made you want more. No one wanted more of those words then. Wrong submission. Can you imagine how I feel now? Using some of those words has given me the opportunity to smell my career - to chew it and swallow it - to gain weight from it that doesn't land on my thighs! This feels like validation, and that's all we ever want. Somebody to say we matter. Somebody to say I love you. Somebody to always care.

Am I monetarily rich now? Nope. Can I quit my job and live comfortably? Nope. I can take less stress filled breaths. That's what I've been striving for. That's what I can taste. That's what I get. It is my IT. I haven't stopped turning or progressing. You know ya gotta keep on pushin'. Ahhhh, The Evolution of LUV is a beautiful thing.

http://www.wandadhudson.com

Missing You - And You - And You - And You...

Yesterday morning I heard the new Gerald Levert song. The Steve Harvey Morning Show played it as the last song on his show. The intro was Eddie Levert speaking about his son and then Gerald began singing. I honestly can't tell you the name. I think it's called My Songs. He's singing about how he wants to make love/fall in love, get married and do all of these wonderful things while he's listening to his songs.

I was at work when I heard it. I stood up for the entire song - like I was pledging allegience - and damn near cried as the song played. It is a Gerald Levert song, which means it is good.

I am looking forward to his CD. It's weird, but I never bought the Luther Vandross CD because I didn't want to buy the "last" CD Luther ever made. I wanted to always think I could purchase Luther's latest CD. WEIRD. I will buy The CD by Gerald Levert, though. I am 40 years old. Gerald Levert died at the age of 40. I guess I feel like I grew up with him - I owe him.

Death makes you grow up. Lord I can't stand it. I can't tell you how many times I have stared at the picture of James Brown lying in his coffin. Is it really him? I watched a few old film clips of him. Boy could that man MOVE. I watched the services of Gerald and Luther. Did they really happen?

I'm speaking about celebrities - people that lived their lives to entertain. I know death happens everyday to ordinary people like me. I always try to figure out what are the reasons for my posts. Well, yesterday, after a LONG day I was driving home FAST to pick up my Poopah from the childcare center. I cursed because the traffic became heavy and I had to slow down. I was angry about the traffic and cursed because I just wanted to go. My heart hurt when I saw the reason for the slow down. A man lay dead in the middle of the Grand Central Parkway. I saw this. I rode past him. I couldn't believe I saw a dead man lying in the middle of the street. It was dark. The 11 o'clock news would have to verifiy this for me.

The story wasn't on the 11o'clock news, but instead on the morning news. A man had been wandering and was hit by two cars. I did see a dead man lying in the street. I saw that man all day long today. I had to ride by the same spot this evening. I saw him again. I also heard Gerald Levert's song again. Death was just talking to me...telling me it's real.

This post is about spoken love, showing love, feeling love. When you die who do you know will love you? If you weren't married to your husband or wife, or if your children weren't yours would you like them? Do you love them? Lord, confusion surrounds me right now. Young death - old death - unecessary death - or at least that's what we say. Death is a part of the living process.

I'm think I'm rambling, but my heart is heavy right now for those that are gone and for those that are still here. For those that are missing you - and you - and you...I love you. And there is nothing more for me to say.

Happy New Year!

May we all have an abundance of blessings in 2007. I really don't have resoulutions, well, not anything that is so different than what I wanted for myself in 2006. I pray that I can keep my daughters safe and always provide for them. I pray that every negative situation in my life turns to positive, and that patience and appreciation travel with me always.

Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story? Oh, of course I'll talk about that. hehehe. Please visit my webpage - http://www.wandadhudson.com to read the reviews and excerpts. This is a self published novel that is holding her own. Just purchase your autographed copy - you'll see. :-)

Let us remember why we're here and if you don't know, use this fresh new year to figure out why, and then put that knowledge to excellent use.

I love you!

Wanda D. Hudson
Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
http://www.wandadhudson.com

Race Is Um...

In 2006 it would seem like despicable behaviour from previous decades would not exist. In the 1960's and before, Civil Rights Activists gave their lives for strangers in their present, and strangers of their future, to succeed and live the way we think the world was created for. For the way human beings live and die, it would seem that the world was created to teach everyone various lessons.

This world has many cultures, nationalities and is very versatile. With all that we have to offer, differences included, why is the indicating factor of race a barrier for us all?

If you concentrate on the many different races, you will see that each and every one is a life knot.

Just like the air we breath...Race Is Um is a necessity to survive.

Race Is Um... has become as prominent as one of our sense. We hear it, we feel it, we smell it...the taste is sweet to some - repulsive to others.

Race Is Um... like gasoline. We need it to keep going - without it, we can stall and remain at a standstill.

Race Is Um...is more powerful than a drug. Some people inhale it like a daily does of marajuana, which they believe isn't harmful. Others inject it into their veins and ride the high it takes their emotions on.

Race Is Um...has an address. It has taken over many rehab facilities worldworldwide, so there is no cure for it.

Race Is Um...is the main ingredient in any argument of Black-Hatian-African-Trinidadian-Chinese - Mexican - HELL - act of crime against a person not of caucasian decent.

Race Is Um...is on many resturant menus. It can be ordered as the main course, as a side item, or taken with a few lumps of sugar to taste.

Like a childs game we have taken the word and made it a joke. Say it fast three times...
Race Is Um, RacisUm...Racism...damn, it looks and sounds ugly.

Pass a law to abolish Racism - Sure, and then everyone will love everybody and live happily ever after.

Pass a law to abolish the use of the "N" word - Okay, then no one on the face of this earth will ever say it again.

Pass a law to stop crimes against children, and a law for crime period, and a law that says you will go to jail for blah, blah, blah....And the beat goes on.

If you are a believer, then you know the hot thing on the streets isn't hip hop, the new winter clothing line, or a televison show that is at the top in the Neilson ratings. lucifer is in now. he is on the streets making sales and getting paid. his bling bling is bright, but unfortunately we can't see it.

Death all around -police brutality - missing persons. Some say its in His plan, and this world was charted out like we plan a vacation. Our thoughts are not ours, but on loan for our time here. Maybe so. Today as I write this I don't know and have no idea of what human I can ask. I'm positive that they don't know either. My questions will cause a debate and I'm not in the mood for all that heal the world shit talk right about now.

Whether you choose to say it fast or slow, Race Is Um...is coming soon or already in your neighborhood. Are you going to join the welcoming committee?

Book Signing Extravaganza!

Hey All You Sexy Folks!

Yours truly (that's me...no, no one named me, me...okay, okay...geesh) Wanda D. Hudson is having a Book Signing Extravaganza for my novel, Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story!

Where
Sister's Uptown Bookstore
1942 Amsterdam Avenue
New York NY 10032
212-862-3680

When
Saturday, December 2nd
4:00 pm until 6:00 pm.

What
Book Signing Extravaganza for Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story

There will be food, drink, (okay, you have to PURCHASE that from the cafe, but it will be there) naked men, (uh, can't a girl dream) a great book to buy with my autograph. (fool, is your signature worth anything??? LOL NOPE, but it's sexy)

Please visit the Sister's Uptown Bookstore website for further information. http://www.sistersculturalstop.com

So come on out! Bring your friends, family, co-workers and even yo momma. I won't talk about her.

This is a Miss WandaLuv sell some books, talk some stuff, production.


Wanda D. Hudson
Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
http://www.wandadhudson.com
WandaLuv
"Remember, Everybody Needs A Little Luv"

Who Is It?

Some people proclaim to know God or to know of a God. Some people say God talks to them, that He guides them. I believe that to be true. I honestly believe that He guides me and has tapped me on my shoulder many times in these last few years. Another thing that I believe is that God will never trick or fool you. He is always honest in what He presents to you - be it excellent or something less than you think you deserve.

Whether you believe in Him or not, you've all heard of his nemesis. The devil. He is the one who will fool you. The devil will play tricks with your heart and mind, and force you to believe that all that is happening to you is what is best for you. The one flaw that haunts him is that his presentation is never everlasting. See, the devil runs with anger. Anger cannot be concealed always. When anger reveals itself, the devil's game is over.

Most presents come in beautiful wrapping paper. Maybe the wrapper is in the form of a sexy woman, or a fine man. A new car that someone wants you to have-with no strings attached. Maybe you won a contest, or money, or a trip. I believe the devil tempts us with these things to see how desperate we will behave. This I know is true for I have been tempted and have acted like an idiot.

I wonder how or if ever will we know how to tell the difference. God doesn't bring pain, hurt or despair. So why do we die, why do we suffer, why oh why is the world the way it is? I don't know. This post is just my feelings that I like to share. I don't have the answers to much of anything in regards to those questions. I think you have to get on your knees to find a response.

Life keeps on moving for some. For others, it is at a standstill. Some of us are stuck trying to figure out the difference between God and the devil, not knowing that the two shouldn't be confused at any time. Some of us don't even know that we are trying to figure this out. That's sad.

Realizing lessons is a blessing. Keeping the blessing with you is an honor. One thing we all should practice is asking and then finding out Who Is It, before we let them into our world.

http://www.wandadhudson.com

My Website Is Up!

Please visit http://www.wandadhudson.com to find out what's new in my world! Enjoy the tunes, read the reviews and excerpt, and don't forget to leave a comment before you go!

Thanks

Wanda D. Hudson
Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story