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Life & Love: The Ultimate Sacrifice

Based on A True Story

Life & Love: The Ultimate Sacrifice
By: A. Stephon & Jackquline Moorer

ISBN: 1-4257-7584-5 (Trade Paperback 6x9 )
ISBN13: 978-1-4257-7584-1 (Trade Paperback 6x9 )

Pages : 199
Book Format :Trade Book 6x9

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FICTION / General

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SEX, MONEY, MURDER, ROMANCE FOR THE STREETS! is the driving force behind this highly anticipated semi-autobiographical hip-hop soul novel by A. Stephon & Jackquline Moorer.

In Life…
Terrell Black is a hustler with a vision to save himself & his family from the mean streets of Benton Harbor, Michigan. After spending over a decade of his life behind bars and being released on parole, he discovers that striving towards his vision isn’t as easy as he dreamed. After all those years behind bars it seems as if the street-life is the only thing waiting on him with open arms.

In Love…
Yolonda Dickerson has experienced a lot of pain, but she has had enough and starts on a journey to turn her life around for the sake of herself her and five children. When her life crosses paths with Terrell true love brings them together, but it comes with a high price as they must confront their past. They both come to a cross road were they must decide if their life & love is worth the ultimate sacrifice.

H-H.E.A.T. MAGAZINE
Reviewed by Dr. Preston T. Yates PhD

“When the first page turns & the cover shuts one last time, you will appreciate having read this book. Life & Love masterfully threads together the soul of the streets within the young black urban experience. Themes of street life, incarceration, drug abuse, domestic violence, tore family bonds, and unconditional love are addressed throughout this literary jewel.

Many questions and introspective drive Life & Love forward with every page turned. The courage of A. Stephon & Jackquline Moorer to address these complex issues, amongst others. While resisting simplistic answers and keeping you on the edges of each page with drama and humor, distinguishes them & this epic novel for others within the popular genre of urban/street Lit. The reward of reading this interesting semi-autobiographical story is that, love it or not, either way it will have you thinking and talking about it. You may even come away with a little more compassion for the struggles within these streets.”

www.moorerhouse.com/hheatmag

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Coming Sweetest Day 2007!

Chapter 23
Braid my Hair!

"You still coming through to braid my hair?" Terrell asked me when I called him.

"I was just calling you to let you know I´d be there in an hour and tell you to make sure you wash it before I get there," I told him, as I ironed my clothes.

"You already know I´m on point. I just got done washing it with that ´Herbal Essence´ shampoo and conditioner you gave me. That stuff smells good, but I ain´t havin´ no orgasm like in the commercial." The both of us had a good laugh at that.

"You must be talking to Terrell to be laughing all like that on the phone," Claudea said, as she walked into the room.

"And you know it!" I said with a bright smile on my face.

"Tell him I said what´s up," she said loud enough for him to hear.

"I know you heard that with her big mouth," I asked into the phone.

"Tell her I said what´s the deal," he replied.

"He said what´s the deal, Claudea."

"Tell him he better take good care of my sister or he´ll be dealing with me," she playfully said.

"Shut up!" I told her.

"Tell her we got this under control," Terrell said.

"We got this under control," I told her.

"He heard what I said," she replied with a roll of her eyes and walked back out of the room. I laughed at my little sister and threw a pillow at her back.

"That girl crazy," I said to Terrell.

"That´s good to know," he replied with a laugh of his own. "Look I´m going to let you get ready and eat me a bowl of Lucky Charms until you get here."

"Alright, sweetie, see you soon." I blew him a kiss through the phone and he returned it.

When I hung up the phone, Mookie walked into the room smiling.

Claudea told me you were spending the weekend with Terrell," she said.

"Yeah," I told her with a grin from ear to ear.

"You plan on giving him some of that?" she replied with her hand on her crotch.

"You think I should?" I asked her, because I needed some cheerleading to ease my nervousness. I knew that I liked him a whole lot and he told me his feelings about me, but I really didn´t know for sure if all of this was real.

"Girl, go ahead and get you some!" she assured me, because she knew how I felt about him.

"You know what? I am going to get me some and I plan to work it on him too," I told her with a high five.

I had my hair and nails done the night before and bought a new outfit for the weekend I had planned with Terrell. When I made it to Terrell´s house, I carried my overnight bag with me to the door and rung the doorbell.

When he opened the front door, my mouth dropped to the floor. He stood before me wearing nothing more than a towel wrapped around his waist. It didn´t even cover everything and he had to hold it together with one hand just to keep it from falling off.

"Come on in," he told me with his dimpled smile. His body was still wet with water drops hanging on his big sexy chest and perfect six packs. I knew he had a beautiful body, but this was even more than I expected. I knew he was showing off for me when he flexed his chest to make this jump out at me. He had my imagination run wild. He didn´t know it, but Ms. Kitty was jumping out at him too!

"How you going to answer the door naked like that?" I playfully asked him, as I followed him into the house.

"I ain´t naked," he said with a knowing smile.

"You might as well have been," I told him before snatching the towel from around his waist. He just stood in front of me with his arms up and grinned. I could help, but hold my hands to my mouth.

"All you had to do was ask and I would have let you check out the goods," he told me, while fully flexing his muscles and giving me a little showcase of what he was working with. Is this what you expected it to be like?"

"It´s more," I told him, while biting down on my bottom lip. It was all eyes on him and I loved what I saw. I started to blush and closed my eyes just to calm myself down, especially when his mini-man started growing up.

"You acting all shy now, ha? Well, I´m a go get dressed if you don´t mind," he said, as he turned around and went into the bedroom. He had a nice butt, too! I watched him put on some boxers and a tank top that he had laid out on the bed. I smiled when he looked at me watching him at the bedroom´s doorway. He grinned and winked his eye at me. I blushed. "Come on in here. I ain´t going to bite you. The combs and African pride is ready for you next to the chair in the shoe box. I hope you don´t mind braiding me up in here?"

"No, I don´t mind," I said with another giggle. I got the combs and everything out and sat down in the Lay-Z-Boy leather chair next to the bed. He put a pillow on the floor in front of me and sat in between my thighs.

"You be tripping me out with how you be acting all shy one moment, then the next moment you be all bold with your stuff," he let me know, as I started parting and greasing his scalp.

"You don´t like that about me?" I asked, while massaging his head.

"I like everything about you butterfly. It´s just something I´m not used to, that´s all. You´re unique with yourself and I´m feeling that mystic about you," he explained to me, as he selected a song to play on the stereo system. He pointed the stereo remote control toward its receiver and pressed play.

"Is that so?" I replied in a sexy tone of voice as Gerald Levert´s "Baby Hold onto Me" filled the room and set the mood. "That´s my jam right there."

I paused from his head and rolled my hips against his head as I snapped my fingers to the beat and started singing along with the CD.

"All my friends are telling me to have a fancy car and diamond rings, but baby I know all good things come in time. Baby, you know I´d do just about anything, to see a smile upon your face, so don´t go letting your friends mess with your mind. Baby, you know there ain´t noting I won´t do for you and baby, don´t, don´t ever doubt my love ´cause it´s true! Baby, hold onto me…see I´m a special kind…a love that is hard to find, told you a thousand times, baby, hold onto me…" I was blowing as the music stopped. I looked down at Terrell and he was looking up at me smiling.

"I can see you´re really into this song and I´m feeling your moves. I didn´t know you could sing like that and later on I need to get you in the studio, but right now I´m trying to get my hair done, so I got another song that might help you get into that mood and we´ll get back to the teddy bear later. Okay?"

"Alright," I said. He pressed another number on the remote and pressed play for the second time. When Mario´s "Braid My Hair" filled the room, we both busted out laughing.

"You feeling me?" he playfully asked.

"I got you, baby," I replied and got back to his head. I smiled to myself and thought about how different this man was from any other person I´ve ever known. I knew I was in love with him, but I didn´t know what to do about it. John was in the county jail for now, but I knew I had to deal with that situation once and for all, so I could be with Terrell. I wanted to see how that weekend went first and find out if Terrell really wanted to be with me afterwards.

It took a little over an hour to do his hair with the parts in designs. I had his head buttered up too, if I may say so myself!

"I´m going to cook you a little something as payment for having me dipped like this," he said, as he looked himself over in the full-length mirror on the closet door.

"I don´t know about that. I think I´d prefer to have that cake up!" I told him with a smile and my palm out. He clapped my palm with his hand and I laughed.

"I´m cold in that kitchen, woman, and if you don´t know, you will after I get through."

"We´ll see, but if I don´t like it, I want my money," I teased with him some more. He laughed this time.

"Alright, that´s a deal, but what do I get if you love it?" he asked with a sexy grin on his face.

"You already got what you´re getting," I told him, referring to his braids.

"What about a little dessert afterwards!"

"What kind of dessert?" I asked with my lips turned up.

"Peach cobbler with cream," he replied with that deep sexy voice of his that kinds my kitty purring.

"We´ll see," I said and we both shared a knowing laugh together.

Crease of her Soul!

Pork chops with gravy over brown rice with chopped fresh broccoli, green peppers and sweet onions in it. That was the meal Terrell cooked for us. He likes to eat healthy and that was cool with me. We had wheat bread instead of white and he poured me a big sweet, ice cold glass of cherry "Kool-Aid." I had to admit that I was pleasantly surprised that he could throw down in the kitchen like that.

"This is really good, Terrell," I told him, as we ate while sitting on the bed together. I was sitting down with my legs hanging over the side of his oversized bed. He was lying beside me on his side watching the "Love Jones" DVD he had put in for us to watch.

"What, you thought it was going to be nasty?" I just giggled at his comment.

"No. You just always seem to surprise me."

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" he asked.

"It´s a real good thing," I told him with a sexy expression.

"Am I too good to be true?" he asked me.

"That´s just what I´ve been thinking all day," I admitted.

"I know. I can read your mind," he playfully replied.

"What am I thinking now then?" I asked him and looked directly into his eyes. He looked deep into my eyes for awhile before he took my face into the palms of his hands and pulled my face close to his. We kissed passionately while making sweet love with our tongues and mouth. We kissed long and hard before he pulled away from me and stared at my face.

"Is that what you were thinking?" he asked me.

"I guess you can read my mind fairly well," I told him, as I bit down on my bottom lip.

"You are so damn sexy!" he told me while rubbing the back of his hand against the side of my face. "I got an appointment with my attorney in a half hour, but I want you to wait here for me. I´ll be back in a few hours. Okay?"

"Okay," I said while still intoxicated by our kiss.

"When I get back, I´ll be expecting my dessert to be hot and ready too," he told me with a short sweet kiss.

"Okay," I repented with a smile. As I waited for Terrell to return, I busied myself by washing the dishes we had used. After that, I looked through his CD collection, which was mostly R&B with a few rap selections. That was another surprise to me being that he made rap music himself.

Notorious B.I.G., Tu Pac, Jay-Z, NAS, Mary S., Faith Evans, Kelly Price, Maxwell, Chico DeBarge, Donell Jones, Ginuwine, Musiq Soulchild, R-Kelly, Ashanti, Jill Scott, India, Arie, Glenn Lewis, Dru Hill, Gerald Levert, Santana, Stevie Wonder, and the list goes on and on. I could see that he loved a mixture of different styles of music. These were just some of the names I was familiar with, our like Rahsaan Patterson and Mary Lou Williams I had never heard of in my life.

I´ve never been a big reader of books until I met Terrell and if you would have been to this house, you would know what inspired me. He collects African-American literature, as well as art and this house reflected his intellect. I´ve never met a black man as smart as Terrell. He had books like: "The Art of War, "48 Laws of Power," and "The Art of Silence." These books were on a shelf by themselves so they caught my attention first. A book entitled; “A Biography of Audre Lorde," caught my eye, because it was the only one with the cover facing outward. Titles like "Player Haters," by Carl Weber, and "A Hustler´s Wife," by Nikki Turner were the books that I picked up and decided to read more about on the back covers.

Over time, Terrell used to give me books as gifts, most of them were non-fiction titles like "Why I Love Black Women," by Michael Eric Dyson, "The Black Woman´s Guide to Understand the Black Man," "Real Love," by Sister Ava Muhammad, and "Souls of My Sisters," by Dawn Marie Daniels and Candace Sandy. When he first started giving them to me, I wasn´t reading them, but he always seemed to ask me what I thought about them. I didn´t want to disappoint him so I´d force myself to read, but after awhile, I started enjoying reading. I felt smarter when I could discuss a book with my man on that level. He would tell me we were having mental sex.

By the time Terrell called, I was deep into reading an issue of "Black Romance" magazine, where one of Terrell´s stories had been published. It was a steamy short story entitled, "Power U: Crease of Her Soul."

"What you up to?" he asked.

"Ohh! So what do you think?"

"It´s really good, baby," I told him in a more seductive tone of voice.

"I like the way that sounded," he said and I giggled.

"I got some good news too."

"What?" I asked him.

"They dropped the charges against me. Well, they dismissed it with prejudice, but I can deal with that."

"That´s great news, Terrell," I said with excitement.

"So I know you´ll have that dessert ready for me when I get home, so we can celebrate?"

"I got something special for you when you come home, baby. Have you ever had some black berry cobbler before?" I asked him with a sexy phone sex voice.

"Not yet. Is it good?" he asked.

"It´s juicy, hot, sweet, and fat. Does that sound good to you?" I asked him, as I got out a sexy cream colored panty and bra set from out of my bag and laid it out onto the bed.

"It sounds grrreat!" he said, like Tony the Tiger. The both of us just busted out laughing.

"You so crazy."

"Only about you," he replied. "Well get my black berry cobbler ready, I´ll be there sooner then you know."

After hanging up the telephone, I changed into my set and put on a silk robe that matched, then I got a bottle of Crystal Champagne that he had chilling in the refrigerator for this occasion. That was the first time I´ve ever even tasted Crystal. He knew that and he told me he didn´t drink, but he wanted to toast it up with me that day.

I thought that he would be there within a half-hour, but not even ten minutes after we hung up, he was walking through the front door, cheesing at me. I was standing in the kitchen with the champagne bottle and glasses still in my hands.

"How you get here so fast?" I asked him.

"I was just down the street by the time we hung up," he said with a sexy little smirk on his face. Damn! This man is fine, I thought to myself. Then before I could say another word, he dropped his keys on the table and started stripping. I was shocked at first, because he never seemed to have a problem getting butt naked right in front of me like that. "I´m going to jump in the shower real quick, butterfly. Pour us something to drink and throw on some music. Okay?"

"Okay," I told him, as I watched his behind walk into the bathroom and the door shut behind him. I hurried up and poured the champagne into the glasses, before I took off my robe and jumped into the bed while pulling the covers over my body. Then I decided to just take off my cute panties and bra set so they wouldn’t be in the way. If he doesn’t have to take them off himself that´s less of my body he needed to witness. I reached over to get the remote and selected "Maxwell´s Urban Hang Suite" CD. By the time I looked back up, Terrell was standing in the doorway at the bathroom watching me. He was still naked as the day he was born.

"That´s a good choice of mood music," he said, as he got into the bed with me. He took a sip of the champagne, before he softly kissed my waiting lips. I could taste the champagne still on his lips as we kissed. I loved kissing this man! His lips were so soft and he knew how to work that pointy tongue of his just right.

He wanted me to take off the covers, but I found myself hesitating. That´s when he decided to snatch them from over me. He caught me by surprise with that and I now had nowhere to hide. My entire body was finally exposed to his eyes.

"You are so beautiful, butterfly. You don´t ever need to be shamed of anything with me," he told me, as he looked into my eyes. I bit down on my bottom lip and started blushing like never before.

"Then he began kissing me all over my body. His lips and tongue traveled to each one of my breasts. He gave my hard nipples plenty of attention. His hands massaged my breasts as well and it felt so damn good. I closed my eyes and let small moans of pleasure escape from deep within my soul.

He continued kissing and licking a path down my stomach. He paused at my belly button and poured some champagne into its cup before he licked and slurped it all out. He did that a few more times then continued down to my shaved kitty cat! He spread my thighs for me like the Red Sea and kissed my hardened pearl tongue.

"Umm!" he moaned and sent my kitty to jumping and purring at the same time. "Let me see if my black berry cobbler is ready."

"Ohh my God!" I cried out. I was so hot and wet by the time Terrell started licking his pointed tongue across Ms. Kitty that it sent a wave of pure pleasure throughout my entire body.

I was praying to God for this day to arrive and now that it has, I couldn´t believe how good it felt. This man had me stretched out all over the place. Hanging all off the side of the bed, standing up touching my toes while he hit it from the back, and riding him up and down like a rollercoaster. He was putting it down and it seemed as if he wasn´t planning on stopping until he drained me.

Terrell had tapped into the crevice of my soul. I´ve never experienced that many orgasms in my life! I´ve heard of G-spot orgasms before, but never had one until that first night with Terrell. I can surely testify that it feels greater then all the stories I´ve heard all put together! Every one woman should experience at least one of these in their lifetime. It´s not something you can fake either, because the pleasure will overwhelm you and have you speaking in tongues like when you get the Holy Spirit in Church on Sunday mornings.

We made love on and off all night long that day and into the next morning. He was just so wonderful with me. I felt like a queen that was being worshipped by her king. I couldn´t get enough of his loving and still can´t. I´m sprung and I ain´t ashamed to admit it!

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