A Cold Piece of Work

A Cold Piece of Work

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by Curtis Bunn
     
 

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A virtual tour inside the mind, heart and soul of a man whose troubling experiences with women turn him cold, ruthless and afraid of commitment.

Solomon Singletary had no interest in establishing substantive relationships with women and even prided himself on his ability to remain distant while still getting what he wanted. That disposition is rocked when

Overview

A virtual tour inside the mind, heart and soul of a man whose troubling experiences with women turn him cold, ruthless and afraid of commitment.

Solomon Singletary had no interest in establishing substantive relationships with women and even prided himself on his ability to remain distant while still getting what he wanted. That disposition is rocked when a chance encounter with one of his “victims” and her young son sparks something in him he never anticipated: to seek forgiveness, from her and himself. That quest opens up his mind and heart in ways no one expected, especially him. He accomplishes something significant: he admits he was wrong. Even more difficult is winning back Michele Williams, who still has feelings for Solomon but is reluctant to restart their romance. Amid the drama that envelopes Solomon’s quest comes another challenge: He discovers disheartening information about his best friend, Ray, and is once again forced to confront raw nerves and emotions.

A Cold Piece of Work offers the rarest insight: a contemporary man revealing the depths of his emotions, vulnerabilities, and flaws. Readers who crave answers to the mysteries of the male mind will appreciate this unfettered, organic journey that lends honest, raw perspective and provides the how and why men act as they do in relationships.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781593093495
Publisher:
Strebor Books
Publication date:
07/05/2011
Edition description:
Original
Pages:
352
Product dimensions:
5.30(w) x 8.20(h) x 1.00(d)

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Cold Piece of Work LOVE TO LOVE YOU
The force of his thrusts pushed her to the edge of the four-poster bed. She was lathered as much in satisfaction as she was in sweat, exhilarated and weary—and unable to hold herself atop the mattress against his unrelenting strikes. A different kind of man would have postponed the passion; at least long enough to pull up her naked, vulnerable body.

But Solomon Singletary was hardly one to subscribe to conventional thinking or deeds. He always had a point to prove and always was committed to proving it—with actions, not words.

And so, Solomon thrust on…and on, until they, as one, careened onto the carpet together, she cushioning his fall from beneath him. So paralyzed in pleasure was she that she never felt the impact of the tumble. Rather, she found humor that they made love clean across the bed and onto the floor, and she found delight that the fall did not disengage them.

Solomon lost neither his connection to her nor his cadence, and stroked her on the carpet just as he had on the sheets—purposefully, unrelentingly, deeply.

“What are you trying to do?” she asked. “Make love to me? Or make me love you?”

Solomon did not answer—not with words. He continued to speak the language of passion, rotating his hips forward, as one would a hula-hoop. Her shapely, chocolate legs were airborne and his knees were carpet-burned raw, but hardly did he temper his pace.

His answer: Both.

She finally spoke the words that slowed Solomon. “Okay, okay,” she said. “Okay.” She gave in, and that pleased Solomon. She would have said the words earlier—before they tumbled off the bed—but he never allowed her to catch her breath. All she could make were indecipherable sounds.

“I mean, damn,” she said, panting. “We’re good together…Damn.”

Solomon kissed her on her left shoulder and rolled off her and onto the floor, on his wide, strong back. He looked up toward the dark ceiling illuminated by the single candle on the night-stand, so pleased with himself that a smile formed on his face.

Then he dozed off right there on the floor. She didn’t bother to wake him. Instead, she reached up and pulled the comforter off the bed and over both of them. She nestled her head on his hairy chest, smiled to herself and drifted off to sleep with him, right there on the floor.

That was the last time she saw Solomon Singletary. And he only saw her a few times, but only in dreams that did not make much sense.

“I wish I knew what the hell it meant,” he said to his closest friend, Raymond. He and Ray became tight five years earlier, when they got paired together during a round of golf at Mystery Valley in Lithonia, just east of Atlanta. They had a good time, exchanged numbers and ended up becoming not only golf buddies, but also great friends.

Ray was very much the opposite of Solomon. He was not as tall but just as handsome, and he was charismatic and likeable, in a different way. Solomon was sort of regal to some, arrogant to others. Ray was more every man. He had a wife of seven years, Cynthia, and a six-year-old son, Ray-Ray. He was stable.

Solomon knew a lot of people, but only liked some and trusted only a few. He really only tolerated most; especially the various women who ran in and out of his life like some nagging virus. “In the end,” he told Ray, “the one person you can trust is yourself. And even with that, how many times have you lied to yourself?”

Ray figured there was something deep inside Solomon that would bring him to such feelings, and he figured if Solomon wanted him to know, he would have told him. So he never asked. Ray and Solomon coveted each other’s friendship and had a certain trust. And they shared most everything with each other.

Ray’s way was to provide levity when possible, which, for him, was practically all the time. His upbeat disposition seldom changed. If the Falcons lost a football game, he’d show disgust and disappointment for a while, but he’d let it go.

Solomon Singletary was not that way. He could be solemn at times, even-tempered at others and occasionally aggressive. Above all, he was quite adept at pulling people close to him. He had a unique ability to be open but remain private. He could be disinterested but still engaging. And those unique qualities made people open up to him; especially women.

“You’re so interesting,” Michele told him that last night together. “We’ve dated for six months. You try to act like you don’t love me, but you do; I can tell by how we make love. Why won’t you say you love me?”

“Come here.” Michele came over to him, to the edge of her bed. “Don’t get caught up on what I say to you or don’t say,” he said. “Worry about what I do to you; how I make you feel.”

“Is everything about sex with you?”

“See, I wasn’t even talking about sex. I was talking about how you feel inside, when we’re together, when you think of me,” Solomon said. “That’s more important than what I say. Right?”

Before she could answer, he leaned over and kissed her on the lips softly and lovingly. “What does that kiss say?”

“It says you want to make love,” Michele said sarcastically. “Some things can get lost in translation. That’s why you should say it. Plus, sometimes it’s just good to hear.”

“Hear this.” Solomon kissed Michele again. This time, it was not a peck, but a sustained coming together of lips and tongue and saliva. He leaned her back on the bed, and she watched as he pulled his tank top over his head, revealing his expansive chest and broad shoulders.

He smiled at her and she smiled back and the talk of saying “I love you” ceased.

“Whatever happened to that girl?” Ray asked Solomon. “You regret not having her now?”

“Regret? What’s that? You make a decision and you stick to it. No looking back. But a few years ago, I saw a woman briefly who reminded me of her, and it made me think about calling her.”

“You thought about it? Why didn’t you call her?” Ray wanted to know.

“Hard to say. Young, dumb. Silly,” Solomon answered. “What would’ve been the point? I got a job here with Coke and wasn’t about to do the long distance thing. So what was the point?”

“Well, did you at least break up on good terms?” Ray asked.

“The last time I saw her, she was on the floor next to her bed, sleeping. I got up and put on my clothes and left. The next day, the movers came and I drove here, to Atlanta.”

“Wait,” Ray said, standing up. “She didn’t know you were moving out of town?”

“Nah,” Solomon said, looking off. “Nah.”

“How can you just roll out on the girl like that?”

Meet the Author

Curtis Bunn is an Essence magazine #1 bestselling author and has been featured in many publications, including Black Enterprise, Uptown, and Rolling Out. He is the author of four novels and the founder of the National Book Club Conference, an organization that hosts an annual literary event for African-American readers and authors.

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A Cold Piece of Work 3.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4 reviews.
Anonymous 11 months ago
Excellent read. The best of all his books that I've read was The Old Man In The Club.
Rhea-Alexis More than 1 year ago
A Cold Piece of Work is the journey of Solomon Singletary and those associated with him. It depicts the paths and roads that they all traveled with him and his actions. As we go on this journey, many emotions are invoked, experienced and shown....yes at times I actually had reactions to him and they varied in their intensity. Curtis Bunn penned a novel that gave us direct insight to the mind and workings of this man thus how he thought, what he thought and the reasons why. The aforementioned directed the paths he chose. Essentially Solomon has no faith, belief or trust in women. He deals with them basically for companionship and sex. The opinions and thoughts he has were formed from the perils in his life and as an adult; they became the foundation of his beliefs that he is very proud of and live by. As we travel these roads and paths that are Solomon, we grow to understand his reasoning even if we don't agree with him. Things are brought to light that challenge his stance and changes the direction of his life. This is an enlighten journey, that I commend for its directness. This is a novel that I found myself totally engrossed in, if for no other reason than to find out what happens next. This was very good and intense (at times) reading. I give this novel 4.5 stars
Pbooker More than 1 year ago
Just reading the title of the book, I expected to read about a guy who was really a dog. However, the story line fell flat and I really didn't get he was a "Cold Piece of Work." I believe the story had potential to delve into what a cold piece of work really is, but the author failed to develop the characters. He also strecthed the storyline which became boring and predictable. He also had too many different topics that had absolutely nothing to do with the title. Unfortunately, the book did not live up to its title.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago