The Sorceress: A Novel by Allison Hobbs

Author:Allison Hobbs [Hobbs, Allison]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Goddesses, Nannies, Police, Eris (Greek Deity), Pennsylvania, Philadelphia (Pa.), Paranormal, General, Romance, Philadelphia, Suspense, Revenge, Erotica, Fiction, African Americans, African American
ISBN: 9781593091750
Google: VFPQlAEACAAJ
Amazon: 1593091958
Publisher: STREBOR BOOKS
Published: 2009-11-17T00:00:00+00:00

Rome waved his hand in front of Jen’s face, snapping her out of her stunned stupor.

She finally blinked, closed her mouth, and gulped. “ The Twyla Tanning! The big star known as the Big Tee? She’s your mother?”

Rome nodded.

“Wow! I heard the rumors that Tee had a child, but from what I read, I thought she had a girl…who’d be around—”

“Around my age—twenty-five,” he said solemnly. “She wanted her career more than she wanted me. And unfortunately, my pops took the money without giving a shit about what that lie would do to his son.” Breathing hard, he clenched his fist in anger.

“You don’t have to talk about it—”

Rome gave a rueful laugh. “I want to talk about it. I’ve been keeping this bottled in for most of my life. Just like you, a confidentiality clause or some bullshit like that has kept me from opening my mouth. And the one time I slipped up…believe me, I learned it was wiser to keep my mouth shut.”

“You signed an agreement?”

“Hell no. My father and his wife did all the signing for me; a few months before I was even born. They got paid big bucks to do it. Up until I was six years old, I thought Sylvia was my mother. But one day, after a big fight with my pops, I heard her talking to one of her friends over the phone. She said my pops and his son could both kiss her ass. She was sick of playing mommy to some other bitch’s child.”

Jen reached across the table and patted the top of his hand.

“I asked my grandma if I was some other bitch’s child. My poor grandma didn’t have anything to do with those decisions that were made and she told the truth about my parents. According to my grandma, Twyla and my pops were two teenaged recording artists trying to get a hit. Twyla got hers first. My pops never did. Twyla’s big break happened when she was seventeen years old and six months’ pregnant. It was too late for an abortion, so the bigwigs from her record label, along with her family, paid my pops to keep his mouth shut. My pops was eighteen. Too young and dumb and too damn greedy to refuse. In my opinion, he sold his soul…and offered up mine along with the deal.” Rome’s voice cracked with emotion.

“Where is your dad—still in Philly?”

“State pen.”

“You’re kidding! What for?”

“Bad checks.”

“I thought he had a lot of money.”

“Used to. He lived the life of a big baller, but the money stopped coming in when I turned eighteen.”

“Do you visit him in prison?”

Rome grimaced. “Hell no. I don’t owe him anything. Ain’t no love lost between me and my old man.”

“But he was only eighteen when you were born. He was a kid who made a big mistake.”

“People are supposed to apologize after they realize they’ve made a mistake. My pops never even came close to saying he was sorry.”

“Did he put any of that money aside for your future?”

Rome shook his head.

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