Zane's Nervous

Zane's Nervous

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by Zane

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In this follow-up to the mega-sensation Addicted and the lead-in to the highly-anticipated upcoming novel, Vengeance (available May 24, 2016) , the New York Times bestselling Queen of Erotica delivers a shocking and steamy story about a woman with a split personality who must overcome her disorder before her chance at a happy ending is forever


In this follow-up to the mega-sensation Addicted and the lead-in to the highly-anticipated upcoming novel, Vengeance (available May 24, 2016) , the New York Times bestselling Queen of Erotica delivers a shocking and steamy story about a woman with a split personality who must overcome her disorder before her chance at a happy ending is forever destroyed.

Jonquinette Pierce has never felt comfortable around men—except when she’s her alter ago, Jude, who takes over on the weekends to lead a life of wild and intense sexual escapades. Jonquinette knows she can’t keep living like this and sets out to overcome her split personality with the help of Dr. Marcella Spencer.

But Jude isn’t about to let Jonquinette off so easily. Just as Jonquinette begins falling for her hot neighbor, Mason, Jude decides she’s had enough and goes on a sexual rampage to keep her alter ego from riding off into the sunset.

Nervous takes readers back into the world of Addicted and keeps them hooked until the very end.

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  • Two Hours Later


    What kind of boring sista falls asleep at ten-thirty on a Saturday night? Jon really needed to wake up and smell some strong-ass coffee. We were young, educated, and beautiful. But the way Jon dressed, which I hated, deterred people from figuring out the beautiful part. I was sick and tired of the ugly-ass, wire-rimmed glasses. I’d broken three pairs and Jon still hadn’t taken the damn hint. Our vision wasn’t that bad anyway. I could see just fine without those stupid glasses. Fuck it. Jon could wear them but I refused to reduce myself to that.

    I wasn’t about to be bored so I got out of bed, went into the bathroom and glanced into the mirror. As usual, Jon had on some baggy-ass, flannel pajamas that I wouldn’t be caught dead in.

    I checked out our reflection in the mirror. “Look at us. We’re tall; we’ve got thick, ebony hair; caramel skin as smooth as a baby’s bottom; legs for days, and an ass men would weep over. Yet you try to cover us up like we’re a nun or some shit. Fuck all that. A body like this is meant to be displayed.”

    Jon had taken care of the bathing part so that left me with the hair and makeup. I tore the pins out of our hair and let it flow before breaking out the curling iron to hook our ass up. Jon kept buying this cheap lipstick from the dollar store but I found an old tube of L’Oréal behind some jars in the medicine cabinet, mixed the two, and it looked halfway decent.

    Pickings were slim in the closet, at least when it came to “whorefits.” I selected a black suit and managed to turn it into a somewhat revealing ensemble by going braless and leaving the blazer unbuttoned except for one button at the waistline. I was content. We were showing mucho cleavage and looking damn good.

    •   •   •

    When I pulled up in front of Club Snatch, it was a madhouse. Finding Darnetta to grab that extra ticket would prove to be damn near impossible. Jon was always fucking things up for us. Darnetta was a cool sista and Jon had no business turning down invites in the first place. I almost fainted when she agreed to accept the next invitation from Darnetta. I couldn’t wait to see that.

    It wasn’t like we had some busy-ass social calendar or some shit. Those stupid sexual addiction meetings didn’t count as socializing. Jon never said anything while she was there. Besides, there was nothing for her to say. She didn’t know jack.

    After circling the block three times, I finally lucked out and spotted someone pulling out of a space. The music was slamming but there were more than a hundred people in line. I was infuriated. I wanted in there bad. Lil’ Z was doing the remix of his hit “Baby Got Breastesses for Dayz” and I was all into him. Jon’s stupid behind had never even heard of him. That says it all.

    Damn, I just love bald heads! That was the first thing that came to mind when I spotted his blue-black ass standing at the end of the line. I could tell he was from Jamaica, Barbados, or some other place Jon refused to take a vacation, even though I’d left numerous pamphlets and brochures around the apartment as hints.

    The brotha definitely had my interest as I approached him. I surveyed the area. He was alone. The couple in front of him was locking lips and needed to get a room. Hell, Mr. Fine and I needed to get a room our damn selves, but I had something much better in mind.

    I brushed my fingertips over one of his ass cheeks. He was wearing the hell out of some navy slacks and I couldn’t resist.

    He swung around and glared at me with a pair of sexy, brown, bedroom eyes. He was seemingly pleased with what he saw before him and his eyes dropped down to my exposed breasts. The heat had calmed down from earlier and the cool breeze was making my nipples hard.

    He flashed an enormous smile. “What’s your name?”

    Nice smile, wrong question. Why must they always ask that?

    “What’s in a name?” I replied.

    He chuckled. Sexy ass. “I was just trying to be friendly, being that you just felt me up.”

    He had an accent. Definite plus. I was feeling that. I inched closer to him and grabbed his dick. His huge dick. Yes, he was surely from an island; somewhere Mandingos are bred on the regular.

    “Trust me. I haven’t even begun to feel you up yet.”

    The line had progressed a few feet, but we remained frozen in place. Two sistas all hoochified for the evening walked up behind us.

    “Are you in line?” one of them asked.

    “I don’t know. Are we?” I asked my prospective lover.

    “No, I don’t suspect we are.” He managed to get the words out even though I was latched on to his dick like a vise. I was so close to him that the sistas couldn’t see what I was doing. However, I wouldn’t have minded if they watched me tear his ass to shreds and slay his dick, which were my intentions.

    I glanced at them. “You can go on around us.”

    “Thanks!” they yelled out in unison. That meant two less people they had to wait behind. They were elated and it showed.

    I looked back into his eyes. “So, you wanna go somewhere?”

    “Sure,” he said eagerly. “Wherever you want.”

    “That’s a good puppy dog,” I wanted to say. Instead, I said, “I’m not one for bedrooms. I prefer adventure.”


    “Yes, adventure. I enjoy sex in unusual places. The possibility of getting caught, the thrill of someone else watching, just does something to me.”

    He grinned. “Sounds kinky.”

    “I’m not kinky. Being kinky ain’t shit.”

    “Then what are you?”

    I smirked. “A freak. A nymphomaniac. A sex fiend. Can you handle that?”

    I let go of his dick and began caressing it.

    “Yeah, I can deal with that. Hell yeah, I can. But you still didn’t tell me your name. I’m Campbell.”

    “Nice name.”

    “I’m glad you think so. I bet your name is also.”

    He was really hung up on the name thing. I hated that. I let go of him and backed away. “Look, I don’t care to tell you my name. I just want to fuck. You’re either down with that or you’re not.”

    “Damn, where were you like ten years ago when I was in my prime?”

    I pouted. “I sincerely hope you’re not implying that you’re no longer in your prime.”

    Campbell laughed. “I have a feeling you might be able to revive me.”

    “Let’s find out,” I challenged.

    I headed in the opposite direction of the entrance with Campbell on my tail, and went down the alley behind the club. There was dim lighting coming from an office window on the third floor.

    “It sure is dark down here,” Campbell commented.

    I took his hand and kept walking. “Afraid of the dark? Don’t be scared. I won’t bite you.” I took him off guard by pushing him up against the building and ripping off his shirt. I could hear the buttons scatter across the concrete. I ran my tongue over one of his nipples and caught it between my teeth for a brief second. “That is, unless you want me to bite you.”

    “This is incredible,” Campbell whispered. “Most women over here act like they’re afraid to be themselves sexually. But you, you remind me of the women back home.”

    I didn’t ask where he was from because I didn’t give a shit. Besides, no woman could compare to me anyway.

    “Do you want to fuck or talk?” I asked nastily.

    “Oh, I definitely want to fuck.”

    “Then shut the hell up!”

    I took two steps back, released the button on my blazer, and let it fall to the ground. After I was topless, I inched my skirt up and slid my panties down over my hips. I couldn’t see Campbell’s eyes but I could make out his silhouette.

    He came closer and tried to kiss me, but I stuffed my panties into his mouth. “Maybe now you’ll be quiet.” I undid his belt and yanked it out of the loops of his pants, ran the end of it over his torso, and walked around him. “Put your hands behind your back.”

    Campbell followed my orders and I bound his wrists with the belt. I walked back around to face him, undid his zipper, and lowered his pants around his ankles. He wasn’t wearing any drawers. Freak!

    I ran my fingers over his chest and pinched his nipple, damn near drawing blood. “You ready for this?”

    He nodded and let out a muffled, “Yes.”

    “Better be.”

    I took his shirt and sprawled it on the ground so I could get down on my knees. Then I took the tip of his dick into my mouth and suckled on it. He moaned as his salty precum drizzled out onto my tongue. I took the head out of my mouth and ran the tip of my tongue up and down the middle of his slit, which made him moan even louder.

    I could make out the words “Oh shit!” as I fingered his balls and tickled the underside of his dick by placing loud, wet kisses on it.

    I didn’t feel like sucking his dick, I mean really sucking it because it was just too damn huge and I wasn’t trying to develop lockjaw. After all, I was still trying to get into the concert.

    After standing back up, I asked, “Did you like that?”

    He nodded.

    I pushed him hard up against the building so he couldn’t move, turned around and pressed my pussy slowly onto his dick. He filled me up nicely. I started grinding on him and he seemed like he was gasping for breath. I wasn’t taking the panties out his mouth though. I didn’t feel like holding a conversation while we were fucking.

    Next thing you know, the idiot was coming way too quickly. That wasn’t good enough for me. I was determined not to allow him to go soft so I started giving him some hand action immediately. It worked like a charm. Before I knew it, his dick was standing at full attention again.

    I didn’t want to risk doing it in the same position again. He might’ve come fast again; even though second nuts are generally harder to bust. I pushed him down on the bare ground, not giving a shit whether his ass got dirty or not and climbed on top of him.

    I started riding him and laughed when I saw someone pause at the end of the alley and try to make out what was going on. I moaned loudly to see if the person would be daring enough or nosy enough to venture down there. I was hoping it was a sexy-ass man who I could ride next. I could barely make out a shadow but whoever it was stood there for about thirty more seconds and kept on moving. Too bad!

    When Campbell had worn out his usefulness, I retrieved my panties and freed his wrists.

    “Damn, woman, that was the shit,” he said, trying to regain his normal breathing pattern.

    “It was okay. Thanks for the experience.”

    I started getting dressed while he did the same. The music was still thumping through the walls. Lil’ Z was getting buck wild with his jam “Devastated” and since that was his biggest hit at the time, I knew closing time was nearing. So much for finding Darnetta and checking out the party. I’d just have to catch his videos on BET. Besides, I’d gotten what I’d ultimately come for anyway: dick.

    “So when can I see you again?” Campbell asked.

    Hmph, it never ended!

    “See me again?” I asked incredulously. “How about never?”

    I walked toward the street.

    “Never?” Campbell hissed back at me. He grabbed my elbow and swung me around. “After what we just shared?”

    “We shared a fuck. Nothing more. Nothing less.”

    “Damn, you’re cold-blooded.”

    “Aw, is that supposed to hurt my feelings?” I yanked my arm free. “I said thank you. What else do you want?”

    “I want to see you again. I think you’re fine and you’re definitely sexy. I’d like to see what you could do if we had an all-day fuckathon. So how about it?”

    “I can’t. I don’t want to,” I said nastily. He was getting on my nerves. They always did afterward. It was so much easier when I wouldn’t let them say anything at all. I might have to rethink my strategy and revert to my old ways.

    “Why not?” Campbell wanted to know.

    “I don’t have to explain myself to you.” I laughed in his face and started for my car. “I felt like doing it, you looked enticing at the moment, you served your purpose, and now it’s over. Get a life!”

    Campbell stopped in his tracks and yelled out, “Bitch!”

    I turned and leered at him. “I’m not your bitch. If I were you, I’d just walk away before you make me angry. Trust me. You won’t like me when I’m angry.”

    He must have taken my threat to heart because he started speed-walking in the opposite direction. Good for him because I was serious as shit about it. I took no drama from anyone. Not even Jon, and if she really started tripping, she would have to find that out the hard way.


    It happened again. I woke up the next morning on my sofa with my black suit on. My hair was curled and I didn’t have on a bra. Plus, I was hurting down there. I was terrified. Was I insane?

    I ran into the bathroom. The curling iron was on the vanity and the pajamas I’d put on the night before were cut into shreds and stuffed into the wastebasket. I didn’t know what was wrong with me.

    I jumped into the shower and noticed a foreign smell on my body. Someone else’s scent. A man’s scent. A different man’s scent from the last time and the time before that and the time before that.

    I wanted to make the eight o’clock service at church but barely got there before the sermon at the eleven o’clock one. Reverend Townsend preached from his soul. I was always moved by his words. The newest member of the deacon board kept staring at me, making me nervous. He was attractive and appeared to be in his early thirties. I couldn’t have handled it if he’d actually said something to me. I didn’t want to take the chance that he might approach me after the service, so I stayed long enough to tithe and then left before the recessional.

  • Meet the Author

    Zane is the New York Times bestselling author of Afterburn, The Heat Seekers, Dear G-Spot, Gettin’ Buck Wild, The Hot Box, Total Eclipse of the Heart, Nervous, Skyscraper, Love is Never Painless, Shame on It All, and The Sisters of APF; the ebook short stories “I’ll be Home for Christmas” and “Everything Fades Away”; and editor for the Flava anthology series, including Z-Rated and Busy Bodies. Her TV series, Zane’s Sex Chronicles, and The Jump Off are featured on Cinemax, and her bestselling novel Addicted is a major motion picture with Lionsgate Films. She is the publisher of Strebor Books, an imprint of Atria Books/Simon & Schuster. Visit her online at

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    Zane's Nervous 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 216 reviews.
    chel17 More than 1 year ago
    I read this book in like 2 days. This is actually my first Zane book and i am s ready to read some more. The protagonist Jonquinette (Jon) has a lot of things goin on in her life that she is trying to figure while looking for love and other things as well. It was a great book a real page turnr and im sure you'll enjoy it.
    IT_MATTERS More than 1 year ago
    I have never been a fan of the author Zane. I thought her books were for boring women who were not getting any. I read some of the reviews and decided to give this book a chance. DAMN! This book was good. And the ending topped it all off. ZANE OUT DID HER SELF WITH THIS ONE!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    WOW, Zane hit this one out the park!!! Great story from start to finish. Jonquinette, Jude, Jetta, and mommy and daddy... what a ending nerve-tingling read... Do not guess the ending just sit back and enjoy this ride!!!!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    LOVE IT!!!!!!
    Nicole Pittman More than 1 year ago
    I read this book in 2 days. Couldnt put it down. I definatly reccoemmend this book!
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    JJ11890 More than 1 year ago
    Loved this book...ate with it and fell alsleep with it next to me. JONQUINETTE was something else, loved her charactesrs
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    This is the second time i have read this book and i dont even like to read. Great book.
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    paula smith More than 1 year ago
    Absolutelu amazing and definitleu worth the 2 day read:)
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