Take My Hand (Interracial Erotic Romance) - Plot & Excerpts
She’d been practicing for this recital for months now and felt about as prepared as she could be. There was just one problem. Tamika, her baby sister, was nowhere to be found in the crowd. Gracie could see her cousin, Lamar, sitting at a table up front by himself. Tamika and their mutual friend, Heather, however, were nowhere to be seen. Lamar frowned and shrugged his shoulders. Gracie was worried about Tamika but did her best to remain composed and stepped onto the stage to a round of light applause. The sound of the crowd cleared her head and she smiled. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Tonight I will be performing a poem I wrote called, The Fantasy.” The room fell silent and fifty or so pairs of eyes fell on Gracie’s illuminated face. A bead of sweat formed on Gracie’s brow and she took a deep breath. She blocked out all her worries about Tamika, closed her eyes and let her years of practice take over.
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