This area of Detroit in transition now attracted these new patrons with their imported leather pants, silk blouses, manicured nails and designer bags. Now, she was forced to wait upon the women she should have been. If Joaquin had lived she would have him, a college degree, a career, two children and leisure time to lunch with her friends. She hated when things beyond her control, took control. She was supposed to have been one of them by now, but life surprised her by dealing her a trilogy of terror: the untimely deaths of her brother, her father and her fiancé. They’d taken an hour and a half to eat and lollygagged another forty-five minutes before gathering their overflowing shopping bags and leaving her a twenty percent tip-exactly. Joi picked up the dollar bills and slid the change into her cupped hand as the ladies left. (Tell me whom you love, and I’ll tell you who you are)
Sabrina Scott (Reina Noir), Los Angeles, CA No two stories are alike or even similar - the one thing her books have in common is her brilliance and ability to draw in and engage the reader so completely that you dread coming to the end.'
Gunn books I read, the more I want to read.
