Lessons from a Younger Lover [NOOK Book]

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Zuri Day cranks up the heat with an explosively sexy tale about a woman who's about to get a crash course in lust...

First grade teacher Gwen Smith was happily married—until her husband got himself a twenty-something mistress and filed for divorce. Now just months away from turning forty-one, Gwen is back in her tiny California hometown, caring for her ailing mother, convinced her life is over. Then she meets Ransom Blake.

Ransom is a ...

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Overview

Zuri Day cranks up the heat with an explosively sexy tale about a woman who's about to get a crash course in lust...

First grade teacher Gwen Smith was happily married—until her husband got himself a twenty-something mistress and filed for divorce. Now just months away from turning forty-one, Gwen is back in her tiny California hometown, caring for her ailing mother, convinced her life is over. Then she meets Ransom Blake.

Ransom is a twenty-six-year-old hunk who pushes every one of Gwen's buttons. Gwen has no intention of getting involved with a younger man, but he won't take no for an answer. So when he shows up at her classroom unannounced, Gwen can't help but tell him off—and then she realizes he's come for his daughter. But Ransom isn't shy about letting Gwen know how she can make it up to him. And if he gets his way, Gwen will lose all her inhibitions—and her heart...

"An exciting read. Zuri Day does a fantastic job..." — Urban Reviews on Lies Lovers Tell

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Day (The Lies Lovers Tell) spins an erotic but slow-moving tale of love in unexpected places. Beautiful, talented, and ambitious, 40-year-old divorcée Gwen Smith never thought she would be moving back to her California hometown to care for her aging mother, much less falling in love with a much younger man. Though Gwen is a likable, sympathetic character, 26-year-old single dad and “black Fabio fantasy” Ransom Blake is too inconsistent to justify her passion for him. Crude and awkward language undermines the love scenes. Day hints at conflicts, but few real troubles arise, and not even the return of Ransom’s former girlfriend will make readers truly doubt that Gwen and Ransom will get their happy ending. The story is only redeemed by a thoughtful examination of single fatherhood and some entertainingly over-the-top secondary characters. (Mar.)
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  • ISBN-13: 9780758257451
  • Publisher: kensington publishing
  • Publication date: 3/1/2010
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 177,006
  • File size: 432 KB

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Lessons From a Younger Lover


By Zuri Day

DAFINA BOOKS

Copyright © 2010 Zuri Day
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7582-3871-9


Chapter One

There were two things Gwen Smith never thought she'd do. She never thought she'd move back to her rinky-dink hometown of Sienna, California, and she never thought she'd come back as a forty-year-old divorcée. Yet here she sat in the middle seat of a crowded plane, at the age where some said life began, trying to figure out how the boring and predictable one she'd known sixty short days ago had changed so quickly.

The first hitch in the giddyup wasn't a total surprise. Her mother's dementia had become increasingly worse following the death of Gwen's father, Harold, two years ago. Her parents had been married forty-four years. It was a tough adjustment. At the funeral, Gwen told her husband that she knew the time would come when her mother's welfare would become her responsibility. That she thought Joe would be by her side at this crucial time, and wasn't, was the fact she hadn't seen coming.

But it was true nonetheless. Joe had announced his desire to divorce and packed his bags the same evening. Two months later she was still reeling from that okeydoke. But she couldn't think about that now. Gwen had to focus on one crisis at a time, and at the moment, her mother was the priority.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the captain has turned on the seat belt sign indicating our final descent into LosAngeles. Please make sure your seat belts are securely fastened and your seats and tray tables are in their upright and locked ..."

Gwen stretched as well as she could between two stout men and tried to remove the crook from her neck. Still, she was grateful she'd fallen asleep. Shuteye had been all too elusive these past few weeks, when ongoing worries and raging thoughts had kept true rest at bay. Fragments of a dream flitted across her wakened mind as they landed and she reached into the overhead bin for her carry-on luggage. Gwen didn't know if she wanted to remember it or not. Lately, her dreams had been replaced by nightmares that happened when her eyes were wide open.

"Gwen! Over here, girl! Gwen!"

Gwen smiled as a familiar voice pierced the crowd roaming the LAX Airport baggage claim area. She turned and waved so that the short, buxom woman, wearing fuchsia cutoffs and a yellow halter top straining for control, would know that she, God, and everyone within a five-mile radius had heard her.

"Gwendolyn!" Chantay exclaimed, enunciating each syllable for full effect as she reached up and hugged her childhood friend. "Girl, let me look at you!"

"You just saw me last year, Tay."

"That visit went by in a fog. You know the deal."

Gwen did, and wished she didn't. Her last time home was not a fond memory.

Chantay stepped back, put her hands on her hips, and began shaking her head so hard her waist-length braids sprayed the waiting passengers surrounding them. "What are we going to do with your rail thin behind? You couldn't find enough deep-dish pizzas to eat in Chicago? No barbeque or chicken and waffle joints to put some meat on your bones?"

Gwen took the jab good-naturedly. Her five-foot-seven, size-six body had caused her heftier friend chagrin for years. No matter that Gwen had never mastered how to show off her physique, put on makeup, or fix her hair. The fact that she could eat everything, including the kitchen sink, and still not gain a pound was a stick in Chantay's craw.

Chantay enveloped her friend in a big bear hug. "You look good, girl. A day late and a dollar short on style with that curlicue hair straight out of A Different World, but overall ... you look good!"

Gwen's laugh was genuine for the first time in weeks. "You don't look half bad yourself. And opinionated as always, I see."

"Honey, if you want a feel-good moment, watch Oprah. I'm going to tell you the truth even if it's ugly. And speaking of the u word, those Leave It To Beaver pedal pushers-"

"Forget you, Tay! C'mon, that's my luggage coming around."

A half hour later, Gwen settled back in Chantay's Ford Explorer as they merged into highway traffic for the two-hour drive to Sienna. The air conditioner was a welcome change to the ninety-degree July heat.

"I still can't believe you're here."

"Me either."

"You know you've got to give me the full scoop. First, I never thought you'd ever get married, and if you did, you'd never, ever get divorced!"

"Obviously life wasn't following your script," Gwen muttered sarcastically.

"Oh, don't get your panties in a bunch, sistah, you know what I'm saying. And I'm not the only one. Who did everyone vote the least likely to, uh, get married?"

"I believe the exact description in the high school yearbook read 'would die an old maid.'"

"Well, I was trying to save you the embarrassment of quoting it verbatim but ... who was it?"

They both knew the answer was Gwen. But rather than help make the point, Gwen answered the question with one of her own. "Who did they say would probably have ten kids?"

"Hmph. That's because those nuckas didn't know that fornicate does not equal procreate. After being stuck with raising one accident and another oops by myself, I had my tubes tied. I told the doctor who did the procedure that if a "baby I pulled out" number three showed up in my pee sample, his would be the name in the father line. So believe me, if there's a sperm bad enough to get past the Boy Scout knot he tied, then that's a baby who deserves to be born."

Gwen looked out the window, thought about Chantay's two daughters, and watched the world whirl by while Chantay pushed past seventy and flew down the surprisingly light 405 Freeway. While Chantay had often said she didn't want kids, Gwen had always looked forward to motherhood. She was still looking, but couldn't see any bassinet or baby bed because a divorce petition was blocking the view.

Chantay scanned for various stations on the radio before turning it off altogether. "Why are you making me drag the details out of you?" she whined, exasperation evident in her voice. "What happened between you and Joe?"

The name of Gwen's soon-to-be former husband elicited a frown. "You mean Joey?"

"Who the hell is that?"

"That's what he calls himself now."

"I call him 'bastard,' but I digress. What happened?"

Gwen sighed, sat up, and spoke truth straight out. "He met somebody else."

"You have got to be kidding. Corny-ass Joe Smith, the computer nerd who could barely pull the garter off at y'alls' wedding?"

"That would be him."

"What fool did he find to listen to his tired lines?"

"You mean besides me?"

"Girl, I didn't mean that personally. Joe has some good points. He seems to know his way around a computer better than anybody."

"That's one."

"We've got ninety minutes of driving left. I'll think of something else."

Gwen laughed, appreciative of the levity Chantay brought to a sad situation.

"So ... who is she?"

"Her name is Mitzi, she's twenty-two and works in his office. They both like motorcycles, Miller Lite, and poker. He tattooed her name on his arm and moved into her studio apartment last month. But I don't want to talk about him right now."

"Whoa, chick! You're sure going to have to talk about him later ... and her. That was way too much information to leave me hanging. But I can wait a minute, and in the meantime change the subject to somebody you can talk about ... Adam 'oh, oh, oh, oh' Johnson!"

"Chantay, you are too silly! I haven't thought about that line since we left high school." Gwen, Chantay, and a couple other misfits used to substitute his first name in Ready for the World's hit, "Oh Sheila." Chantay would hum it as he passed in the halls and the other girls would break into hysterical laughter, making them all look like fools.

"That is the single welcome surprise I've had these past few weeks-that Adam is the principal at Sienna. Can you believe it?" Gwen said.

"No, because I never thought a brothah with that much weight in his lower head would have any brains in his upper one."

"Well, there's that, but even more the fact that he's back living in our hometown. After being such a standout at Texas A&M and going on to play for the Cowboys? I guess a lot happened to him since he was sidelined with an injury and forced to retire early."

"I can't believe his wife would agree to move back to such a podunk town. She looks too hoity-toity for Smallville, but I only saw her one time on TV," Chantay said.

"They're divorced."

"What? Girl, stop!"

"Yep, he told me that when we talked. He was nice actually, not the cocky, arrogant Adam I remember. He wouldn't admit it, but I know he's the reason why my getting this post is, to use his words, 'in the bag.'"

"Don't give him too much credit, Gwen. You're a first-rate teacher, and it's not like our town has to beat off qualified educators with sticks."

"Maybe, but the way everything happened ... I'm just happy to know I have a job secured, or at least I will after my interview next week. Mama has some money saved up but that's all going into her assisted living expenses. I still need to support myself, and pay half the mortgage on the condo until it's sold."

"How's Miss Lorraine doing?"

Gwen shrugged. "Mama's about the same, I guess."

"Isn't she a bit young for what the doctors say is happening to her?"

"From what I've learned, not really. The disease usually comes with aging, but can actually occur at any time, from a variety of causes. It's usually given a different name when it occurs in someone, say, under fifty-five. But whatever the title, the results are the same-a long-term decline in cognitive function."

"Just be glad she's still here," Chantay replied. "You can always hug her, whether she knows you or not."

"Oh, she recognizes everybody, and remembers more than she lets on, I'm thinking. But I hear what you're saying, Chantay, and I'm grateful."

They were silent a moment before Chantay changed the subject. "Joe's a lowlife. He could have stayed in the condo and split the rent with the fool he's sleeping with until somebody bought it. He's just an asshole."

"That would have been too much like right. But it is what it is. Don't get me re-pissed about it."

Chantay started humming "Oh Sheila." "Wouldn't it be ironic if you moved back to town and snagged its star player after all these years? Now, we'll have to give your dated butt a makeover, but by the time I'm done with you ... you'll move over all those other silicone-stuffed heifas in town."

"I wonder who else from our class still lives there."

"Girl, it don't even matter. Keep your eye on the prize." Chantay shot another sideways look at her friend. "Um-hmm. If it's Adam Johnson you want-trust, I can help you get him."

Gwen had thought about Adam, and what a nice balm he might be for the hurt Joe had caused her. Not that she'd get into anything serious right away. It would be months before the divorce came up on the backlogged Illinois court docket and was finalized. But since speaking to Adam, she'd fantasized a time or two about the heartthrob she remembered: tall, lanky, chocolate, strong, with bedroom eyes and a Jheri curl that brushed his shoulders. She never dreamed she'd get another chance with someone like Adam. But as she'd learned all too painfully in the past few months-life was full of surprises.

Chapter Two

Ransom Noel Blake stretched six feet and three inches of caramel sweetness out on a canvas lounge chair, covered only by a loose-fitting pair of white swim trunks. His coal black hair, which unbound neared his waist, was pulled back in a loose ponytail, providing an unobstructed view of his thick, naturally arched eyebrows, Iroquoian cheekbones, tapered nose, and cupid-shaped lips. He reached up to flick an annoying insect away from his face, and his perfectly cut abdomen rippled with the movement. It was ninety-five degrees and climbing in the desert, but not only did Ransom have a high tolerance level for the sun's baking rays, he was also, quite simply, too tired to care.

But he was pleased. His firm, Blake Construction, had come in on time and under budget on their latest project. This fact was all the more satisfying because of how his half brother, Adam, had tried to thwart his bid and when that failed, to throw wrenches in their progress at every turn. But Ransom's crew was smart and their boss was smarter. When the first recess bell rang for the children of Sienna Elementary School's new school year, they'd run out and play on a brand new, state-of-the-art playground or in an equally impressive indoor gym and game center, courtesy of Ransom and company.

The melodic tone from his iPhone interrupted Ransom's musings. He reached for it lazily. "Blake."

"You're probably not expecting congratulations from me."

"Adam."

"I know I was a pain in the ass sometimes, but the job looks great."

Ransom opened his eyes and sat up in the chair. "Okay, brother, what do you want?"

Adam chuckled. "Why does it have to be like that?"

"It doesn't, but that's how it is."

Adam couldn't deny that his half brother was right. Fifteen years his junior, Ransom had attributes Adam no longer possessed, if he ever did. He'd left for college when Ransom was a toddler, and they'd never developed a close relationship. Add to that what Adam viewed as preferential treatment of Ransom by their mother, Ransom's small yet successful business and easy way with women, and Adam's competitiveness-and there was little room left for brotherly love.

"Okay, little brother, I was calling for a favor," Adam admitted.

"Uh-huh."

"I was wondering if I could handle the Porsche for a couple of days."

"What's wrong with your car?"

"Nothing. I'm just, you know, wanting to impress a certain female."

Ransom suppressed a sigh as he eased off the lounge chair and down the steps of his backyard pool. He immersed himself to the waist before answering.

"And what are you going to do when this certain female finds out it's not your car?"

"I'm trying to fuck the girl, Ransom, not marry her!"

"I hope you're as clear about that with her as you are with me."

"Look, don't try to school me in lessons of love. I could teach an advanced study course on the subject, know what I'm sayin'?"

No, and probably neither does your ex-wife.

"Daddy, Daddy!"

Ransom looked up as his daughter ran toward him. His heart burst with joy, as it always did at the sight of his princess. "Look, man, I gotta go."

"Okay, then. But can I use the ride?"

"Sure, Adam. You can keep it until I get back from Vegas. I'm leaving in a few days and will be gone about a week."

"Perfect! Thanks, bro."

Ransom's daughter, Isis, ran to the edge of the pool. "Look, Daddy. Miss Carol bought us all bracelets. Aren't they cute, Daddy?" She showed off a colorful plastic bangle jangling on her tiny wrist.

"Beautiful, baby girl. Almost as beautiful as you."

Isis beamed, even as she covered her face. "Daddy!"

"I hope you don't mind, Ransom. They were on sale so I bought one for all the girls. Umm, that looks inviting."

Ransom looked up at his daughter's playmate's mom, Carol Connors, and wondered if she were talking about the pool or the person in it.

"I don't have my swimsuit but if you don't mind skinny-dipping ..."

He had his answer. "Thanks again, Carol," he said as he eased himself out of the water and reached for the towel that was draped on the lounge chair. "I really appreciate your help with Isis, especially with me going out of town."

"It's no problem. She and Kari are like sisters." Carol dropped her voice an octave. "Now there's an idea."

Ransom thought Carol couldn't be more obvious if she tattooed "available" on her forehead. But he couldn't blame her for trying: an educated, single mother, in a town where women outnumbered men. A woman had to do what she had to do.

(Continues...)



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    Wow...wow

    Definately a MUST read..will bring out the cougar in you!!

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    Posted April 18, 2011

    Didn't want to put it down

    This story will take you away from your average life and put you into a romantic state of mind. It is a euphoria for women who feel that they passed their prime and they would never have a chance or another chance to experience romantic love. The story encountered many set backs and jealous bystanders that kept things real. I actually hope those Adonis' really exist. It's really a pipe dream.

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  • Posted April 16, 2011

    Great Read!

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    Highly Recommended

    I REALLY enjoyed this book. Mr. Ransom is a dream come true! Loved it!!

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    Great Read

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    Great

    Loved it, loved it, loved it. This book is a great read, i could nit put this book down.

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    Posted December 28, 2012

    Not what i ordered.

    Purchased this book expecting it to be Zuri Day but it is a totally different book by another authur. Highly disappointed. There is no way for me to return this book or receive my money back.

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    This book was an okay read. I would recommend this book to a novice or a new reader; I believe it would be rather disappointing for a "seasoned" reader. The book was well written and interesting, but it left a lot to be desired.

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