Oblivious to the lies men
tell and the games they played, Sidney Jackson wants nothing more than to find
love and acceptance. However, in the process of searching for “the one” her
heart is left mutilated; and her self-esteem and confidence is at an all-time
low. Falling into a depression during summer break from college ultimately
forces the weight loss she so desired and suddenly, a new Sidney was created.
Fueled by past rejections,
Sidney returns to college, embodying society’s definition of beauty. She has a
slimmer waist and more confidence, but still yearns to be loved by a man who
will reciprocate her same devotion. Then out of nowhere, came Quintavius “Q”
Ford.
Q wasn’t the one who caught
her eye, but when Q’s friend, Kaylin, seemingly isn’t interested, Sidney
reluctantly begins to date him. To Sidney, Q is perfect, but he isn’t Kaylin
and when she finally decides to take her life by the reins and guide herself to
happiness, things take a turn for the worse.
When it seems that all of her
efforts to find love are finally in her favor, she soon finds herself entangled
in a web of meaningless sex, drugs, alcohol, and torn between two guys who have
an agenda of their own. Sidney forgot one thing in this game of love and war-to
love herself first. Will it be too late for that?
Excerpt:
With her elbows propped on
her knees and her face planted in her palms, Sidney yearned for the coolness of
the toilet seat against her backside to alleviate the heat coursing through her
body. Despite the bone chilling air blasting from the A/C vent above her, sweat
beads formed on her skin. The warmth suffocating her body became increasingly
unbearable. Her head was spinning, and it felt too heavy for her neck to
support. Sidney laid her head in her lap while still seated on the toilet. With
a stained comforter draped over her naked body, the young college co-ed
relieved some of the pressure caused by the unsettled liquor in her stomach as
she emptied her bladder in the dormitory bathroom.
Mid-stream, the door slowly
creaked open. Sidney squinted her eyes in an attempt to tame her wavering
vision to identify the person intruding on her private moment. A brown-skinned
male walked in, closing the door behind him, and he sat across from Sidney on
the linoleum tile floor. Despite the linen cover barely covering her nude body,
and the fact that she was currently urinating, she studied his face. She knew
him from somewhere, but she couldn’t place where. The drunken female couldn’t
help but admire the man’s impressive physique. But still, her heart broke, as
the reason for his presence was perfectly clear.
“You alright?” he asked,
seemingly sincere.
“Yeah,” Sidney slurred,
reaching for the toilet paper. She racked her brain trying to recall his name.
Just as she finished dabbing
herself dry with the toilet paper, the young man proceeded to kneel in between
her legs and slid the raggedy comforter off to the side with his left hand,
exposing her large breasts. Dumbfounded, Sidney was slightly appalled that he
was trying to be intimate with her in a bathroom. If she could smell the urine
rising from the toilet bowl, then he should’ve, too. Although her reaction was
slightly delayed and her arm felt heavy, Sidney swiped at his hand. But it did
nothing. The young man with the hershey skin continued to fondle each breast.
He then brought his lips to Sidney’s neck. Momentarily, the cognac on his
breath and the marijuana emanating from his skin caused her stomach to rumble
with displeasure, but then the softness and coolness of his thick lips against
her flesh sent electricity coursing through her body. He gently pinched her
nipple, causing a throbbing sensation between her thighs.
A moaned slipped from her
lips unknowingly, contradicting her true feelings.
“What are you doing?” she
asked.
Noticing the tremble in her
slurred speech and the confused expression on her face, the male withdrew his
hand and sat back on his heels. Throwing the toilet paper in the toilet and
flushing it, Sidney stood and wrapped the linen tighter around her body while
she reached for the door handle. Slightly turning the knob and opening the
door, Sidney attempted to exit, but the guy she swore she knew from somewhere
shut the door and blocked her path. Locking the door, he backed Sidney into a
corner of the bathroom.
Get to know Monica:
Monica Jeremie was born in
Georgia and raised in Texas. She currently resides in Orlando, Florida with her
fiancé and their two children. She obtained a bachelor’s degree in Legal
Studies from the University of Central Florida in 2007. Last fall, Monica
Jeremie enrolled back at UCF part-time to pursue a second degree in Public
Administration.
One of her future goals is
volunteering with teens and young adults, assisting with the development of
life and social skills and achieving a higher education. She would also enjoy
the opportunity to speak with young girls about the importance of self-love and
acceptance and avoiding toxic relationships.
Monica Jeremie’s love for
reading and writing began over seven years ago and instantly became two of her
passions. She looks forward to creating stories that are relatable,
entertaining, and original.
What inspired you to write
Why a Thug Can’t Love Me?
I was inspired by the
negative trends and stereotypes as well as unhealthy relationships and
lifestyles prevalent among teens and young women, specifically African American
women. This book is my interpretation of social issues I’ve seen on TV and
social media and hear in today’s music.
Do you see yourself in any
other characters in the book?
While in high school and
college, I dealt with the same insecurities as the main character, Sidney. I
struggled with low self-esteem and a lack of confidence, as well as my weight
and appearance. It was hard for me to fit in and socialize because I was very
shy and quiet. It took me a while to truly love myself and accept myself as I
am. Once that happened, everything else just fell into place.
What do you hope that readers
will take away from this book?
I hope this book will help
people, especially women, understand that it is hard for relationships,
marriages, and friendships to be successful if you do not care and love
yourself. People will do to you only what you let them. If you don’t love and
treat yourself with the utmost respect, you shouldn’t expect someone else to?
What inspired you to write?
In 2009, I was working at a
job that I hated, and was due to be laid off at the end of the year as a result
of budget reductions. By this time, I already obtained my bachelor’s degree in
Legal Studies but had also decided I no longer desired to work in that field.
Knowing that I was going to be out of a job soon, I told myself that my next
job was going to be doing something I loved. One night while reading one of my
favorite books, becoming a writer just kind of popped into my head. It was a
slow and difficult process in the beginning, but once I got into it, I knew
that I had just found my new career.
At what point did you realize
writing was your purpose?
I realized writing was my
purpose when it became all I thought about. No matter where I was different
scenarios would keep going through my mind. Eventually, I started carrying a
pen and notebook with me whenever I left home, so that I could jot down whatever
was on my mind or something interesting that I observed while out and about.
What are you goals as an
author?
My goal as an author is to
write as many entertaining stories without them becoming similar and
predictable. Eventually, I would like to experiment with different genres, such
as, science fiction, mysteries, and non-fiction self-help books.
What advice would you give to
aspiring writers?
No matter how many rejection
letters you receive or how discouraged you become, do not quit. If writing is
something you truly love, keep writing. I have received rejection letters. I
have had submissions go unanswered. I have stopped writing for several months
at a time because I became so discouraged. But I always came back because I
couldn’t stop thinking about it.
There will be people who do
not like your work. There will be several people that do. Keep doing what you love.
Find the author and the book:
Why A Thug Can’t Love Me is
now available on Amazon:
Email address:
mjeremie29@gmail.com
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