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Jonquinette Pierce has always been nervous when it comes to men. She took a job dealing with mostly women so she could avoid men. She goes to work and comes straight home during the week, but on the weekends her ...
Jonquinette Pierce has always been nervous when it comes to men. She took a job dealing with mostly women so she could avoid men. She goes to work and comes straight home during the week, but on the weekends her other self, Jude, takes over and goes on intense sexual escapades.
Jonquinette recognizes that her alter ego is a problem and seeks to resolve it with the help of Dr. Marcella Spencer, the psychiatrist Zane originated in her bestselling novel Addicted. Jude's response is to get angry and go on a sexual rampage. In the meantime, Jonquinette becomes interested in her new neighbor, Mason, after having a conversation with him at a mutual friend's wedding. Jude has no intention of letting Jonquinette fall in love and find happiness at her expense. Jude is having way too much fun using the body she shares with Jonquinette. This "two faces of Eve" scenario is a fun fantasy for women who have imagined their own alter ego behaving badly in a sexual way. But for the leading lady of Nervous, this is a nightmare. Based on a short story of the same title from her bestselling collection, The Sex Chronicles, Nervous is classic Zane with an edge. So, relax, sit back. You're in for a nerve-tingling read.
from The Heat Seekers
"Whew, we finally get a chance to sit down and chat for a few!" Geren exclaimed, throwing his left leg over the bench of one of the picnic tables in Janessa's grandmother's backyard.
Tempest giggled as she sat down beside him. "Yeah, I know." She looked around the yard at the various people doing everything from frying up croakers in the black pots over an open flame to tossing horseshoes to playing spades. "Marquita and Curtis are talking about having a water-balloon fight, but I'm not even down with that."
"Water-balloon fight?" Geren asked with disbelief.
Tempest nodded her head after taking a sip of her grape Kool-Aid. "Yup! You have to admit it fits right in with the rest of today's festivities."
Geren sighed heavily and took a swig of his Miller Lite. "I guess."
Tempest swatted a sugar-hunting fly away from her cup. "So how did you like the wedding? Honestly?"
Geren lowered his eyes to the table trying to think of something appropriate to say. "It was...was...was -- "
"Let's just say it was different," he finally uttered.
Tempest laughed. "You're being kind. This whole day has been like a bad B movie."
Geren started laughing with her.
"My favorite part," Tempest continued through her cackles, "was when Curtis had to climb up on the step stool to kiss the bride."
Geren started laughing so hard then that he had to hold his stomach. "That was wild, but the really off-the-hook part was when people threw black-eyed peas at them when they left the church."
Tempest gave him a light slap on the arm. "Ha, ha! How about the hoopty they rolled out in?"
"Aw man, who could forget the yellow Charger with empty beer cans tied to the bumper."
"Did you notice that the t was left out of 'Just Married' on the trunk?" Tempest asked through tear-drenched eyes.
"Naw, I missed that one," Geren replied, trying to bring his amusement under control. He felt bad making fun of people, especially on their wedding day. But in that situation, it really couldn't be helped. "What I want to know is how brotha man can even drive a car as short as he is. I bet Gary Coleman and Webster both have at least a foot on him."
"Ooooooohhh, you so crazy!"
Tempest reached for an empty paper plate farther down on the table and started trying to pulverize the fly that was continuing to get on her nerves.
"I know how he drives it, though," she added. "I got nosy last night at the rehearsal and peeked inside."
"And?" Geren asked anxiously. For the life of him, he thought it was not humanly possible for a person that short to operate an automobile.
"He has these extension pedals for the gas and brake, and he sits on top of two Power Rangers pillows so he can see over the dash," Tempest answered, trying to keep a straight face.
"I know. That's deep, isn't it?"
"Deep and then some. I have seen it..."
"Excuse me. I don't mean to interrupt you, but can I ask you a question?"
Geren and Tempest both looked around to see who said this. They even looked under the table, and then Tempest finally noticed some pudgy short legs standing at the north end. She leaned over so she could look over the tabletop and spotted the best man, Raoul.
"Who, me?" Tempest asked, not wanting to be bothered. She was trying to get to know Geren with his fine ass.
"Yes, you," Raoul replied snidely.
Tempest smirked at him. She was well aware of his reputation and thought it was ridiculous. "I'm not in the market for a well-endowed midget, if that's what you want."
"Very funny!" Raoul hissed back at her. "I would never discuss business today. My boy just tied the knot. What type of man do you think I am?"
"Hmph, I take you to be about half of a man, from where I'm sitting."
Raoul shook his stubby finger up at her. "See, I knew it!"
"Knew what?" Geren asked, finally coming out of his shock-induced trance. All of these midgets were tripping him out, but the well-endowed comment threw him for a loop.
"I knew she was related to those triflin' Whitfields as soon as I saw her standing in for Marquita last night at the rehearsal!" Raoul replied, crossing his arms in front of him and rolling his eyes.
"My last name is not Whitfield," Tempest stated with obvious disdain. "In fact, I don't even know any Whitfields."
"Hmmmmmmm, I don't blame you for lying about it. I wouldn't admit to being kin to that nasty, ill-bred covenant of witches turned bitches either."
Geren fell out laughing, but Tempest failed to see the humor. "I have no idea what you're talking about but would you mind if I talked with my date?" She waited patiently for a few seconds for Raoul to waddle away. When he didn't budge, she added, "Alone!"
"Fine, just be like that," Raoul said, on the verge of throwing a hissy fit. "I need to get going soon anyway. I'm handling the night shift at my motel."
"You have a motel, too?" Tempest asked.
"Yeah, it's right across the street from my midget breeding farm and next door to my burger joint."
"You have a business card, little man?" Geren inquired, halfway impressed by Raoul. "I like your entrepreneurial spirit."
"I'm not a little man." Raoul placed his left hand over his chest. "I have a big heart, among other things, and that's what counts." He reached into his pocket with his free hand and pulled out a business card, handing it to Geren.
"No problemo. Come by one weekend and give a brotha some business. If you bring your woman here with you, I'll let ya'll have ten percent off our Oompa Loompa Deluxe Honeymoon Suite."
Tempest and Geren both started guffawing. Then Tempest's smile turned to a frown. "I don't know how to tell you this Raoul, but that French poodle over there has been eyeing you like she's hungry for the past few minutes."
Raoul swung his half-neck around and spotted the white predator standing by a tree. "Shit! I'm 'bout to go!" He pulled the collar of his tuxedo up around his half-neck as if that would protect his Adam's apple in case of an attack. "Nice meeting you, ummmmmmm -- "
"Tempest and Geren. Unique names. You make a cute couple, too."
"Thanks," Geren said, noticing that Tempest was blushing.
"Catch you later," Raoul said, waving as he walked off.
"Peace," Tempest shouted out after him. "I hope he makes it to his remote control car before that poodle makes him the catch of the day."
Geren gawked at her. "Did you say remote control?"
Tempest flung her hand at him and held up her palm. "Pleassssssse don't ask!"
Geren chuckled but didn't press any further. He had witnessed enough unbelievable stuff for one day.
"Where did Janessa and Dvontè run off to?" Tempest inquired, realizing she hadn't seen hide nor hair of them for about an hour.
"They're probably out in my car, chillin' and waiting on us. Dvontè got sick and tired of dodging all the women."
Tempest smacked her lips. "I thought he relished being the object of affection?"
"Normally he does, but not today." Geren held his hands up over his face, trying to hide the smile on his face. "These sistahs are out there. One woman flashed her sagging breasts at him in the parking lot at the church."
"Absolutely!" Geren had a quick flashback of the woman's breasts. They were touching her belly button, and it almost made him hurl.
"What about you?" Tempest raised her eyebrow. "No woman exposed herself to you?"
Geren put his hands back down and reached over to rub his thumb across Tempest's right cheek. "Not yet, but the night is still young. Anything's possible."
Tempest pulled back from him. She was nervous as hell. She started looking around the yard in an effort to divert her eyes away from Geren's stare. "Well, it looks like the party is dying down. Why don't we extend our well wishes to the bride and groom and go find Janessa and Dvontè?"
"Sounds like a winner."
"Lawd knows I'm ready to take this dress off and toss it in the trash compactor."
Geren laughed. He couldn't believe Tempest was still trippin' off the dress. "You really do look nice, Tempest. I mean that."
"Why, thank you, Mr. Kincaid," Tempest replied, finally looking back at him. Damn, he was fine! "You're rather dapper yourself."
She was getting up from the table when she heard a boom box start blaring from the back porch. She looked that way and noticed a bunch of drunk people, spread out in two lines. "Flashlight" by Parliament Funkadelic was cranking from the speakers.
"Oh, no, a Soul Train line!" Tempest exclaimed.
"I haven't seen one of those in years," Geren said, getting up from the table and standing behind her.
Tempest swung around and looked at him excitedly, like she'd just won the Powerball. "Come on, let's go down the line!"
Geren took a long look at the couple presently going down the line. The man was doing the Freeze, and the woman was doing the Happy Feet. "You can't be serious?"
"Just one time," Tempest responded, pulling him toward the porch by the elbow. "Pleassssssse!!!!! You need to loosen up a little."
Geren let out a heavy sigh. "Okay, okay," he said, giving in. "If it means that much to you, but don't expect me to do the Robot, the Moonwalk or jumping splits."
Tempest giggled. "I'm going to do the jumping splits!"
Copyright © 2002 by Zane
I entered my third floor apartment fighting back tears. It was hot. Extremely hot. I'd forgotten to turn on the air before I'd left that morning.
I tossed my keys onto the coffee table and kicked off my low-heel black pumps. "You knew they were calling for a heat wave today," I said aloud, recalling the morning weather report that I'd neglected. "Why didn't you turn on some air?"
The sole of one of my stockings snagged on a nail in the parquet flooring as I stumbled into my hallway. I adjusted the thermostat to seventy and sighed, praying it wouldn't take long to drop down from the current temperature of eighty-six degrees.
I continued down the hall into my bedroom and collapsed on my king-sized bed. I'd purchased it despite the fact that one person didn't need such a monstrosity to sleep alone. And sleep alone I did. Always.
The red light on my answering machine was blinking. Who could possibly have called? On a Saturday, no less. Normally it would be Momma, but she was out of the country for two weeks. She'd whisked off to Paris to fulfill a lifelong dream. More like fantasy. Momma had a way of fantasizing like no other. One day I hoped she would find whatever it was she was truly searching for. I doubted she would've called more than once at those rates and she'd called three days earlier to inform me that she and her latest romantic conquest had arrived safely.
I rewound the tape and hit play.
"Jon, what's up girl? It's me!" a bubbly, female voice squealed out at me to the point where I felt compelled to adjust the volume.
Me who? I wondered.
"In case you don't know who this is, it's me, Darnetta."
I sat up on the bed. I should've known it was Darnetta. I heard that overanxious voice daily at work. Why was Darnetta calling me at home on a Saturday? We were coworkers but rarely spoke more than two words to each other.
"Jon, I was wondering if you want to hang out tonight. I know we don't usually flow like that, but I have two tickets to this live concert at Club Snatch and everyone else I know has plans already." There was a slight pause. "That's not to say that you're my last choice. I was going to ask you about going out sometime soon anyway and I saw this as the perfect opportunity. You always seem so shy at work. Anyway, give me a call if you can make it. My number is— "
I didn't even bother to listen to the phone number and hit the erase button. Me in a club? No way. That meant a lot of people. That meant a lot of men. No way!
I baked some chicken breasts that I had marinated in Hawaiian flavoring all day. I cut up a few russet potatoes and boiled them along with a pouch of broccoli. While I was waiting for my meal to get done, I pulled some paperwork out of my briefcase and looked over the weekly shipping records for the office supply warehouse where I was head accountant.
The numbers didn't make sense. They were way under target for the week, something that normally only happened around holidays. After all, who orders office supplies for Christmas presents? Most people take vacation the week between Christmas and New Year's anyway. But we were in the middle of August, when there were no holidays.
I'd broken out my calculator and was crunching numbers when my phone rang. I debated about answering for the first three rings. What if Momma was calling back? Maybe something had gone wrong in Paris. I picked it up on the fifth ring, one ring before my answering machine normally kicked in.
"Jon, is that you?"
I didn't utter a word.
"Jon, you there?"
"Yes, I'm here," I replied hesitantly.
"It's me, Darnetta!"
"I kind of figured that."
"I left you a message earlier. Did you get it?"
"Uh...yes, I did. Sorry I didn't call you back but I couldn't quite make out the number."
"Cool. It's no problem. Sometimes I talk too loud. I'm working on all that though. So, what's up? You trying to hang out tonight or what? Lil' Z is performing. The show is going to be all that and them some. You feel me?"
"Yeah, Lil' Z, the rapper. You've never heard of him?"
"Of course I have." I lied again. "He's one of my favorites."
I hoped Darnetta wouldn't ask me to name any of his songs because I'd never heard of the man. Thankfully, she didn't go there.
"So how about it, girl?"
After accidentally knocking over my tea onto some paperwork, I involuntarily blurted out, "Shit!"
"Ooh, Jon, I've never heard you curse before," Darnetta chided. "What else do you do that I don't know about?"
I didn't like her implications. "Huh? What do you mean?"
I felt bad about cursing. I wasn't raised that way but, from time to time, a four-letter word forced its way out before I could push it back down my throat.
"Never mind," Darnetta said. "What about tonight? I really need someone to go with me and I don't want to waste the ticket. They were so hard to come by."
"What about your boyfriend, Darnetta?"
Even though we rarely held conversations at work, everybody knew about her boyfriend Logan. He was all she ever talked about —rather, bragged about— in the break room.
"Logan's out of town for the weekend. He went to Durham. Asshole! I'm so pissed at him. I told him about this concert weeks ago but he made plans to go hang out with some of his immature friends anyway."
"I see." I rolled my eyes up to the ceiling. Surely there had to be one other person in the entire city of Atlanta Darnetta could get to go with her. "Darnetta, I'm exhausted. I had a lot of errands to run today. Maybe we can go out some other time."
"Aw, Jon, please don't do this to me," Darnetta whined into the phone. "I realize this is short notice, girl, but I guarantee you'll have a good time. Funky music. Free buffet. Fine-ass men."
I couldn't help but laugh. Now I definitely wasn't going.
"Jon, I'm telling you to take a chance and do the damn town with me. What's the problem? Do I stink or something?"
We both giggled.
"Darnetta, it's not you. Really, it isn't. I just don't like going out. Especially to clubs. I don't even recall the last time I've been in one."
"Well, things need to change then. How old are you?"
"I've never heard of a single, twenty-four-year-old woman that doesn't enjoy going out. You have a man, right?"
Now why did she have to go there? I could never tell her the truth. She could never identify with the fact that I'd never really had a boyfriend. No one would.
"No, no man. I'm kind of between men at present. You know how it is."
"I'm feeling you. That's why this is a great opportunity to meet someone new. There will be a ton of bachelors there tonight, just waiting on a sexy sister like you to grace their presence."
Me, sexy? Who was she trying to fool?
"Darnetta, I appreciate the offer. I can't believe you thought of me, but I really just can't make it. Sorry."
Darnetta sighed into the phone. I could tell she was disgusted. "Fine, Jon. I'm going to let you off the hook this time, but there's one condition."
"A condition?" I asked, still trying to reorganize my papers and dry the damp ones off.
"Yeah, the next time I ask you to hang out with me, no matter where it is or when, you have to agree right this second that you'll go."
"Um, I can't really say if— "
"Jon, I mean it. Agree to go with me next time or I'm going to be highly offended and get an emotional complex thinking I really do stink or something."
I didn't want to hurt her feelings so I agreed. "Okay."
"I'll hang out with you the next time you ask."
Darnetta giggled. "All right. Now we're getting somewhere. Well, I better run and get ready for the evening. Even though I've got a man, I'm still trying to be fly as hell when I step up in that bitch. I still have to wash my hair so I'm going to get started."
"Have a good time, Darnetta."
"Oh, I will. You can believe that."
We discussed work for another few minutes before hanging up. Darnetta said that if I changed my mind, I could call back within a couple hours. But that would never happen. There was no way I was going to a club with a bunch of strange men around. They made me nervous.
I ate my dinner and watched some cable. I was completely drained by ten. I took a hot shower, threw on some pajamas, and climbed into my bed with the latest D. V. Bernard novel, The Last Dream Before Dawn. The brother is a powerful writer but I didn't make it through ten pages before I passed out.
Copyright © 2003 by Zane
Posted May 27, 2009
i think that this book is amazing... i really enjoyed reading this book... i really liked the main character in this story ecause she was going through alot with her personality and she really couldnt help what she does... but the only thing that i though that was messed up for her was thea that she was an attractive women and she let her mind feed her in to things that she didnt want to do.. but other then that this book was excellent... i love reading these books because some people can relate like me!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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Posted December 17, 2004
All I got to say is if you haven't read this book, you need to because this is one of Zane's masterpieces. I read this after Addicted and all I said was damn damn damn... this book is GOOD!!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 2, 2004
This book was off the hook. Just like all the other books Zane wrote. I can always count on her to give me something to read worth my money. All I have to say is keep the stories coming.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted September 26, 2004
good storyline. I really enjoyed the characters. Jude being my favorite. I felt so bad for Jon. It was very perdicable but I felt for the main character and wanted to make sure she was 'saved' in the end. Jon was so good. I agree with some critics that Mason was a so unreal. I too don't think a man like him exsists. Puh-leaze. He actually wore a black silk thong?! He was a little over the top for me. Overall a good book def worth the read!! It was nice reading about Zoe :)Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted September 8, 2004
Awwwwwwwwww. This is the first book I have read by Zane and I must say that the girl is BAD. Yes, Yes, reading the first pages had me in a sweat. This book is worth every page, I still find it hard to belive that someone could publish a book like this. Don't get me wrong I'm glad they did. And to the guys out there that might be scared to get a book like this, don't worry about it, you might even get a few tips from this here book. Like I said, this book is just a great read for people 18 and over. GREAT JOB ZANE.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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Posted June 24, 2004
I read alot of books about a lot of different things. The entire concept and unfolding of the story was truly captivating. I couldn't put it down. I would have called in to work if I hadn't had to finish a really important report. EXCELLENT! I'm going back to the bookstore for more this evening.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted June 21, 2004
I could not put this book down, The inside pages said that Vengeance is the next book and I cannot wait for vengeance to come out next. Zane is a great writer.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted July 19, 2004
This was one of THE BEST book ive ever read and trust me im nothing but a ghetto bookworm. you have to read this if you are interested in good down to earth books.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted July 13, 2004
This is the first Zane book I have read, and it won't be the last one. This book was awesome! It held my interest from beginning to end. I found myself unable to put the book down. Zane, you have one hell of a imagination. Great work!!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted May 21, 2004
I think this book was so OFF THe Hook she was crazy but everything fit together However I think her man put up wit too much stuff in this book but it all paid off because thats tru loveWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 6, 2004
Posted May 5, 2004
i have read all of zane's books, this one by far was the best. it snatches you up in the beginning and drops you right in a beautiful ending!!!!!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted May 8, 2004
Zane girl you out did yourself, this was truely a master-piece. I couldn't put the book down i had to keep reading. The thing that got me was the end wow don't want to give it away but man it was great. It was so freaky i wonder man do people really go through stuff like Jonquinette did??Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 16, 2004
This book has got to be, by far, my favorite book written by Zane...and all together. It's not dragging, and it keeps you guessing and thinking in every sexual way (LADIES YOU KNOW) Zane you did ya thing mama!! Keep it up!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted March 22, 2004
This book was a page turner indeed!!! I couldn't put the book down until I figuered out what was all the madness behind the sexcapdes & the different personalities. Zane reflected on some real issues with this book...A MUST READ!!!!!!!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.