Before there was E.L. James’s 50 Shades of Grey, there was Zane’s Addicted. Once described as “the hottest paperback in the country” by the New York Times and now a major motion picture distributed by Lionsgate, this wildly popular novel by the Queen of Erotica follows one woman’s life as it spirals out of control when her three extramarital affairs lead her down a dark and twisted path.
For successful African-American businesswoman Zoe Reynard, finding the pleasure she wants, the way she wants it, is not worth the risk of losing everything she has: marriage to the man she has loved since childhood, a thriving company, and three wonderful children. But Zoe feels helpless in the grip of an overpowering addiction…to sex.
Finding a compassionate woman therapist to help her, Zoe finally summons the courage to tell her torrid story, a tale of guilt and desire as shocking as it is compelling. From the sensitive artist with whom she spends stolen hours on rumpled sheets to the rough and violent man who draws her toward destruction, Zoe is a woman desperately searching for fulfillment—and something darker, deeper, and perhaps deadly. As her life spins out of control and her sexual escapades carry her toward a dangerous choice, Zoe is racing against time to uncover the source of her “fatal attraction”—as chilling secrets tumble forth from the recesses of a woman's mind, and perilous temptations lead toward a climax that can threaten her sanity, her marriage…and her life.
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About 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 EroticaNoir.com.
Read an Excerpt
The first time I ever laid eyes on Jason, I thought he was a junior-mack-daddy-wannabe that probably sat around on a Commodore 64 computer drinking grape Kool-Aid out of a peanut butter jar while watching Good Times. I couldn't stand his ass.
The feeling was mutual, though, because our first physical interaction was when he gave me the finger and then spit on my saddle shoes. We were in the fifth grade, and from the day my parents and I drove up in our Ford station wagon, I knew he was trouble.
The movers got there about an hour after we did. I was sitting on the curb playing jacks when the big truck came flying around the corner, practically tilted on one side. I figured the driver was going to lose control of the truck for sure, and every valuable possession we owned would end up strewn all over the street.
Being the wonderful and unselfish little girl I was, my main concern was that my black Barbie didn't lose a limb or anything in the process. Table lamps, my father's eight-track tape player, and my mother's dishes were all replaceable, but the hell if I was going to be able to replace my Barbie. She was my pride and joy. I had even painted her fingernails with glittered polish and made her a sexy dress out of the red bandannas my mother made me wear to bed so my pressed hair wouldn't frizz up. Other than that, I was worried about my Snoopy Snow Cone Machine, and that was about it.
Jason and his parents lived directly across the street. He was outside that day trying to get some mail-order rocket to soar into the heavens. What a rip-off! The whole time I was watching him, the stupid thing never made it a yard off the ground. It was after about the hundredth try, when the movers had half the truck unloaded, that I noticed his ass rolling his beady eyes at me. I was using a piece of pink chalk to draw a makeshift hopscotch diagram on the street in front of my house when he approached me. His Kangol hat and leather bomber jacket made him look like a pint-size pimp. All he needed was a couple of gold teeth.
"Girl, you better quit! I'm gonna tell my momma on you!" I glared at him, smacking on a wad of Bubblicious like a cow.
"Little man, you better go play with your cheap broken rocket and leave me the heck alone!"
He got all the way up in my face then. "Girl, don't you be ordering me around! I'll stomp your skinny behind into the concrete!"
"Oooooooh, I am sooooooo scared!" I rolled my eyes, chastising him.
Then, the miniature version of Shaft flipped me the finger, made a disgusting noise while he gathered saliva in his mouth, and then spit on my brand-new black-and-white saddle shoes. I beat his little ass too. We were the same age, but I had him by a good three inches in height. Milk wasn't due to start doing his body good for a couple more years.
Two of the moving men broke the fight up. I accidentally scratched one of the men on the nose because I was not about to stop fighting until the fat lady sang. That's when both our mothers came dashing out of our respective houses yelling, "Oh, my poor baby!" and things like that. It was mad funny. They took over, throwing our heads into their heavy breasts and feeling all over us to make sure there was no permanent damage. Jason and I just glared at each other like two sumo wrestlers ready for round two.
My mother helped me inside like I was handicapped. In actuality, I had never felt better in my life. I was the victorious one. Jason retreated to his house as well, and that was the end of it. My parents and I did just enough unpacking that night to get by, threw some sleeping bags on the living room floor, and munched down on some KFC. My Dad hooked up his eight-track, and I fell asleep listening to the harmonized singing of Earth, Wind and Fire. It was a Saturday.
I started school the following Monday and was anxious to get there to meet all the new kids. I rushed through a bowl of corn flakes and caught about ten minutes of The Flintstones before grabbing my tin lunch pail and running out the door to get to the bus stop on time.
The bus was about to pull off, and I was panting by the time I caught up to it in time to bang on the door, signaling the driver to stop. After I got on the bus, he asked me who I was. I explained I was a new student who had just moved. He snarled at me, his au naturel breath almost knocking me backward down the steps and back off the bus, "Well, you make sure your teacher gets your name put on my roster A-S-A-P 'cause I'm not supposed to be picking up no knuckleheads I don't know! Now, find a seat, sit down, and shaddup!"
I searched for an empty seat and couldn't find one in the front of the bus, so I started walking toward the back. All of the kids were checking me out, and some were even snickering. I noticed most of the seats were occupied, either by two girls or two boys, with the exception of the one in the far rear. A boy and a girl, obviously suffering from a severe case of puppy love, were seated there. He had his arm around her shoulder, and she was blushing from ear to ear.
I was ready to ask the driver if I could sit on the steps when I realized the only available seat was next to the horror film creature himself, Jason. He stopped playing with his GI Joe with the kung fu grip just long enough to smirk at me. I turned around and headed toward the front to beg the driver to ask someone to trade places with me, but he yelled at me again. "You taking too long! School starts in fifteen minutes! Now, sit your be-hind in a seat and shaddup!"
I scurried my ass back to the seat and noticed Jason had placed his knapsack on the vinyl seat beside him. "Could you move that, please?"
He didn't respond, nor did he look at me, so I took the bag, threw it on his lap, and sat down. He was about to be a smart aleck, but I stopped him dead in his tracks. I rolled my eyes and gave him a head-from-side-to-side-with-a-finger-snap combination. "Don't say nothing to me, or I'll give you an even bigger beatdown than I did Saturday."
A couple of the kids heard me and started giggling and taunting him. He just grabbed his knapsack, held it tight, and didn't look at me the rest of the way to school.
As if things weren't going bad enough, I get my class assignment from the principal's office, go to my homeroom, and his trick ass is the first face I see. Our homeroom teacher was Mrs. Williams, and she was displeased to have a student transfer into her class in the middle of the fall term. She snarled at me too. Maybe it was my cherry-flavored lip gloss that was making everyone demonic toward me. "Little Miss Zoe," she started in on me as she looked over my school records, "have a seat over there by the window and pay attention. You have a lot of making up to do in order to catch up to the rest of the class."
There was one glimmer of sunshine in my day. I didn't have to sit near Jason in homeroom. He was clear across the class, and that suited me just fine. He must have been a smart-ass with everybody because Mrs. Williams had his desk pushed right up against hers, several feet away from the rest of the class. Teachers always make the troublemakers sit up in their faces, and I remember thinking to myself, "Goodie!"
My first day at Benjamin Franklin Elementary was pretty uneventful. I made a couple of new friends, got to jump rope at recess, made a deformed clay vase in art class, and learned how to count to ten in Spanish. At lunch, I sat with this little girl named Brina that thought she was the next Diana Ross. I started to school her ass and tell her she couldn't be the next Diana Ross because I was. She would fling her hair back after every bite of her Twinkie and took special care making sure she didn't end up with a milk mustache when she rinsed it down. She spent the entire lunch period bragging about everything from her collection of ribbons for her hair to the straight A's she made on her last report card.
Jason did decide to get bold for a minute and started spitting half-frozen peas across the room at the back of my neck through a straw. He made the mistake of hitting the PE teacher, Mr. Lewis, in the cheek with one and was immediately dragged by the ear to the office.
When I got on the bus that afternoon, I was lucky enough to find a seat up front. I made sure I was one of the first ones on the bus, pushing a couple of wimpy boys out my way so I wouldn't have to sit next to Cousin It. Jason got on the bus about ten kids after I did. I stuck my tongue out at him and flipped him the bird. He tried to tell the bus driver on me, but all he got was an attitude. "Sit your be-hind down, little man, and shaddup!"
I was playing hopscotch about an hour later when he came out of his house, stood on the curb on his side of the street, and started talking trash. "You know what? I hate you and I hope all your hair falls out and you get red pimples all over your face!"
I stopped hopping on number six with my right foot up in the air, gave him an icy cold look, and decided to pay his ass back for the comment. "Oh, yeah? Well, I hate you too, and I hope the next time you shoot that cheap rocket of yours, it gets stuck up your behind!" As an afterthought, I added, "And I hope your itsy bitsy dang-a-lang falls off too!"
I held up my pinkie finger to emphasize the point, and he left the curb, on his way over to my side of the street to finish off the fistfight we started the Saturday before. I was about to meet him in the middle when my mother opened up the front door. "Zoe, get in here and get washed up for dinner! Now!"
Walking away, I placed my hands on my hips and strutted like Greta Garbo. I turned around and addressed him with my best voice imitation. "Next time, Big Boy!"
I left his cross between Chewbacca from Star Wars and Scooby Doo ass standing right there in the street with his hands balled into fists and a look of hatred on his pathetic face.
I tried to keep my distance from Jason, other than in school, but my daddy wasn't making it easy for me. For some odd reason, the two of them bonded. Maybe it was because Jason's daddy was always working, or maybe it was because my daddy was good with his hands and Jason admired the way he fixed things around the house and made furniture out of wood as a hobby. Whatever it was, I didn't like or appreciate them being buddy-buddy at all.
I was up in my bedroom one Saturday morning, sorting out my record collection and singing my ass off, when my mother yelled for me to come down. I had just taken "The Best of My Love" by the Emotions off the turntable. I was about to pull my shades down and throw on "Flashlight" by Parliament Funkadelic and dance around my room, making circles on the walls and ceiling with the Maglite my daddy gave me when my mother interrupted my flow.
"Zoe, can you come down here for a second?" Her voice carried well up the stairwell, and I knew she deliberately waited for a break in the music to call for me. It was a regular routine.
"Okay, Momma. I'll be right down." I muttered under my breath while I gathered the dirty clothes out of my wicker hamper and tossed them in a laundry basket. It was laundry day, and I hadn't done a thing, so I lugged my clothes downstairs with me in order to save myself a return trip.
As soon as I turned the corner into the kitchen, my eyes lit up as I spotted the ice-cold pitcher of freshly squeezed lemonade and the cookie sheet of chocolate chip cookies with Hershey's Kisses hidden inside cooling on the stove.
"Momma, you made my favorite cookies!" I let the laundry basket drop on the floor and gave my mother a huge, elephantine hug. "You're the most spantacular, bomb-diggity, coolest mother in the whole wide world."
She let out a slight giggle and then gently pushed my hands away. "Zoe, quit before you make me spill the lemonade."
"Sorry, Momma." I licked my lips, dreaming about how delectable the cookies were going to taste hitting my throat, and decided to earn some brownie points so I could sneak a couple before dinner was ready. I retrieved my laundry basket and headed toward the basement steps. "I'm going to go ahead and put my clothes on, and then maybe I can help you with the other cleaning like vacuuming or polishing the furniture."
My mother walked over to me, wiping her hand on the bib of her apron, and placed her right palm over my forehead, checking for a fever. "Is this my child?" she asked sarcastically.
I grimaced. "Yeah, Momma. I'm just trying to do my share around here."
She gleamed at me. "Good, do me a favor before you go downstairs." She took two glasses out of the cabinet and poured some lemonade in them. Then she put four cookies on a saucer and placed everything on a wooden tray. "Take this lemonade and cookies out to the garage for your daddy and Jason."
"Jason? What the hell, I mean heck, is he doing over here?" I felt a sudden tension in the back of my neck, hotter under the collar than the pot of white potatoes my mother had simmering on the stove for dinner. "Why does he have to come over here all the time?"
"First of all, Miss Thing," my mother scolded me, "Jason isn't over here all the time. Your daddy's helping him build a go-cart."
"A go-cart?" That did it! "I asked Daddy to help me build a tree house like fifty million times, and he hasn't done it yet."
"You asked your daddy once, and he fully intends to do it, but the oak in the backyard needs some branches trimmed off it first before he can. The men are coming next weekend to cut them down, and then " My mother glared at me, probably wondering why she was even bothering to try to explain. "Never mind all that. Just take this tray out there and then come in so you can do your laundry and vacuum."
"What about some lemonade and cookies for me?" My bottom lip was poked out more than a set of 44DDD breasts.
"After you finish your chores, you can have some."
I smacked my lips, reluctantly took the tray, and headed toward the small alcove off the kitchen leading to the garage. Why did I have to do chores while Jason got the special treatment like he was Shaka Zulu or some damn body?
As soon as I entered the garage, I was immediately jealous. There was my daddy, shooting the breeze with Jason and going over the diagrams for building the go-cart they had halfway put together on the workbench attached to the back wall. They were so busy bonding, they didn't even notice me come in at first.
"Mr. Wallace, I really appreciate you helping me out like this. My daddy's always working, and I never thought I'd have it done in time for the Cub Scout Derby next week." What an ass kisser!
My daddy patted Jason on the head like he was a Doberman pinscher, which he kind of resembled, I might add. "Not a problem, Jason. I love working with my hands. In fact, within the next couple of weeks I'm going to start on Zoe's tree house. Maybe you could help me out and when it's done, you can hang out in there with Zoe sometimes."
"That sounds great!" I could see Jason's profile, and from the side he looked completely toothless, since he had four teeth coming in at the same time.
"Not hardly," I interjected, letting my presence be known. "Once my tree house is done, it's for me and my friends. You're not even my friend."
"Zoe, what you got there?" My daddy attempted to change the subject before I had to beat Jason's little ass again.
"Some lemonade and cookies, Daddy." I walked over and sat the tray on the hood of my daddy's silver Buick Century. "Momma told me to bring them out for you and Alf."
"Alf? I got your Alf, girl!"
Jason really wanted me to open another can of whup-ass. "Yes, Alf as in orange alien." I looked him right in his beady eyes. "Dang, boy, you look messed up with all those missing teeth." He smirked at me and rolled his eyes, so I added, "What's that on your face? A pimple or a golf ball?"
Before Jason could make a comeback effort, my daddy jumped all up in the mix, trying to protect the mongoose. "That's enough, Zoe. Don't be disrespectful to company!"
"Company? Daddy, that nucca's always over here. Why do you have to take his side every time?"
My daddy laughed. I failed to see anything humorous. "You know, the way you two go at it reminds me of your mother and I when we were younger."
I analyzed the statement, recalling the stories of how my parents met when they were children, grew up together, and eventually married. "Ewwwww, that's sick, Daddy! Jason and I are nothing like you and Momma. I can't stand his ass, I mean behind."
My daddy curled his mouth up at my slip of the tongue. "Yeah, I know you meant behind." Jason grinned at me, glad to see me being chastised.
"What you looking at, fool?"
He glanced from my head to my feet and back up. "Nothing much. That's for sure."
My daddy laughed all over again. "Uh-huh, I can see it now. The two of you will probably end up married, just like your momma and I, with two or three kids and a house similar to this one."
"Daddy, I don't mean you no harm." I just had to correct him, because he was obviously hallucinating. "But before I marry that cross between a gorilla and a skunk, I will run away and become a nun."
"Hahahahahahaha." Jason chuckled like I had just said something hilarious, but I was dead serious. "Girl, you know you ain't going to join no convention!"
"Convention?" I pointed my finger at him. "You're so stupid. It's convent, dummy!" With that, I turned around and ran into the house to inform my mother about Jason's stupidity quotient. "Momma, guess what the stupid nucca just said!" That's how I first met Jason Reynard! That's how I first met my husband!
Copyright © 1998 by Zane
Reading Group Guide
A Reader's Guide
A Conversation with Zane
Q: Zoe Reynard is a wonderful character: straight-talking, heartfelt, and insightful. It's so refreshing to come across such a strong black heroine in contemporary fiction. Did the nuances of Zoe's voice come easily?
A. I wanted Zoe to be strong-headed, determined and have control over every single aspect of her life except one: her sexuality. Throughout the book, Zoe is very determined when it comes to her business and keeping her best friend from making devastating mistakes, but her sex life is in shambles. Writing about Zoe came very easily to me because I actually felt her pain, and creating her vibrant personality was fun. A lot of her dialogue is based on the way I tend to speak, in exaggerated detail and bluntness. As for the different time periods, those are just based on memories.
Q: A talented, successful businesswoman and a devoted mother, Zoe is also totally plugged into her own sexuality and dares to wear her passion on her sleeve and, most inspiring of all, she ultimately displays the self-confidence and bravery it takes to confront her own vulnerabilities and fears head-on. What was the inspiration for Zoe's story?
A. I felt like Zoe's story was one that needed to be told. Addicted was originally going to be a story from The Sex Chronicles, but after I started to pen the story about a woman who had taken on three lovers outside of her marriage, I decided that there was too many angles to be explored for it to be confined to a short story. So I sat the few pages aside until I completed my erotica collection. Once I picked it back up, I was so engrossed in the character and had thought out her dilemmas so well in my mind that I wrote the book in nineteen days from start to finish. I even wrote part of it by hand in a ski lodge while I watched my son go down the slopes from the window.
Q: Women are going to love this book, no question. But what about men? Guys are of course going to be coming at Addicted from a completely different perspective. What sorts of feedback have you gotten from male readers so far?
A. Male readers love Addicted. I often get e-mails from women who have to fight their men to get the book back so they can read it. Some women are glad that their men are actually reading something other than magazines or professional manuals because it gives them something to discuss. I have had dozens of men e-mail me to say that Addicted has given them a clearer vision of what their women need in and out of the bedroom. One man told me that he wished he had read this book a few years ago because it might have prevented his divorce. He felt like his ex-wife had a lot of similarities to Zoe.
Often times, men are responsible for inhibited behavior in their women. Because women are taught from a young age that there are certain things girls should not think or do, they often fear being judged by the men they care about. Thus, it is sometimes easier to be uninhibited with strangers, as in Zoe's case, than with their life partners. They do not have to be concerned about what casual lovers think because it is so easy to walk away from them. I think a lot of men read Addicted and begin to examine what they may be doing wrong in their own relationships. Last but not least, they love the sex scenes in the book.
Q: On the strength of its dialogue and erotic scenes alone, Addicted is a great read. But Zoe's story is so much more than this. Tell us about some of the issues and themes you set out to illuminate in your portrait of Zoe.
A. I had four main goals when I sat down to write Addicted. First, I wanted to make it clear that seeking mental health counseling is not a sign of weakness, a stigma that is often associated with it in the African-American community. I purposely had Jason react the way a typical person would react when Zoe mentioned that she had met a psychiatrist. After he made degrading remarks about the profession, Zoe felt like there was no way to admit that she had actually paid for Dr. Marcella Spencer's services. Thus, her lies continued.
Secondly, I wanted to show that we really are what we attract. Because Zoe had issues, she was attracting people around her that also had issues and one of them was so mentally unstable that he resorted to murder. Ironically, Zoe realized her problems and sought help; not realizing that she was one of the least troubled ones.
Thirdly, I wanted to explore the connection between a person's childhood and how they handle certain situations as an adult. We are all products of our environment and ultimately, what we become and how we behave is all a culmination of everything we have ever seen, experienced, or been taught.
Lastly, I wanted to show that women are sexual beings and have just as many wants and desires as men. Too often we are expected to be submissive and "go with the flow," but that is unfair when the man falls to sleep with a smile on his face and the woman lies there in misery or disappointment. If the lines of communication can be opened up, both parties can be benefit from that.
Q: Recent publishing news indicates an explosion in popular fiction by black authors. Now more than ever, it seems like the rich diversity of interests, voices, and concerns of African-American readers is finally being reflected and represented in books produced by traditional, mainstream publishing houses. Do you think the self-publishing movement, in which you've played a hugely successful role, is responsible for helping to pave the way for this evolution?
A. Absolutely. To this day, more than three-quarters of the books I read are self-published. I love risk-takers, and because of the self-publishing explosion and the ease of print-on-demand, more people are stepping up to the plate realizing that they have nothing to lose. When I first started, no one would touch African-American erotica, and several published authors encouraged me to write black romance novels or sisterfriend novels because they had proven sales records. They said that I would kill my career. Interestingly enough, I see some of those same authors spreading the word about their story in an upcoming erotica collection or boasting that their next novel is erotic. Just like I predicted the explosion of African-American erotica years before it happened (which I am convinced will die down after a few years and only leave those who are truly passionate about the craft), there are other authors out there breaking ground who are not followers. Authors like Michael Presley (Blackfunk) and Laurinda Brown (Fire and Brimstone) are making their own paths and leaving a trail. Most people have not heard of them yet, but they most definitely will.
Q: Like you, Iyanla Vanzant, Omar Tyree, and E. Lynn Harris along with so many other African-American writers all began their writing careers as self-published authors. To what degree were you directly influenced or inspired by these authors? How did you learn where to begin when it came down to really making it happen and getting your work out to readers?
A. I was inspired by them to the degree that I knew it was possible. After receiving rejection letters from a few agents, some of them repetitively, I made an almost immediate decision to self-publish because I was convinced they were wrong. I even told them that it was not a matter of whether or not I would sell a ton of books. It was only a matter of whether it would happen with or without their assistance.
I put three stories on the Internet and within three weeks, I had more than eight thousand hits from word-of-mouth alone. The three hundred plus e-mails I received daily one day I received more than eight hundred from people asking me to put out a book told me everything I needed to know. In the beginning, I started by selling ten of my stories for ten dollars by mail-order, and after getting tons of orders from people willing to pay ten dollars for what amounted to fifty pages of Xeroxed material, there was no question that I could sell a book. If only ten percent of the people who claimed they would purchase a book actually did, it would mean serious book sales. Originally, I was selling paperbacks for twenty and twenty-two dollars (Addicted and The Sex Chronicles respectively) and they were selling like hotcakes. At the urging of distributors, I lowered the price to fifteen and the rest is history.
Q: As a trailblazer yourself in the realm of frank, erotica-flavored African-American fiction, what advice do you have for up-and-coming writers whose main concern is that their work reach as many readers as possible? Where should they get started?
A. That is an easy one. They need to get started on the Internet. They need to give a taste of their work to as many people as possible and build up a readership base way before their book ever comes out. They should join several of the online discussion groups to learn about marketing techniques and distribution outlets. They also need to do a lot of networking with published authors. Some will be amicable and extremely helpful, and some will be too busy working on their next book or negotiating their next contract to be bothered. They should only concern themselves with the ones that believe in mentoring new authors those who realize that they have a deeper purpose than self-gratification. Success definitely leaves clues, and learning from someone else's past mistakes is always vital. Most importantly, they need to read at least five books on the subject. I do that about any subject I am interested in to make sure that I can make an informed decision, before I leap head-first into foreign territory.
Q: I've been checking out readers reviews of Addicted at various sites online. By tackling all the thorny issues surrounding sexual addiction, you've clearly touched a central nerve with this novel. Have you heard from many real-life Zoes since Addicted came out? Any real-life Jasons?
A. I have heard from several of both; especially real-life Zoes. One woman actually confessed her affairs to her husband after reading Addicted and while he took it hard, they are now in counseling. She had met several men online and met them for sexual trysts. While she felt guilty, she had tried everything she could fathom to get her husband to open up to her more sexually. In the end, she was driven to step outside the marriage. I am glad that her husband agreed to seek help instead of walking away. I guess that would qualify him as a real-life Jason.
Q: Jason, Brina, and Marcella are all richly developed, entirely believable characters. Are they based on any real-life models?
A. No one in particular, but I have always been an observer. In a crowded room filled with lively conversation, I will be the one sitting in the corner listening to what everyone is saying and watching their body language. I love creating characters and that is the beautiful part about writing. You can be who you want, say what you want, and do what you want and at the end of the day, you can go to bed with a clear conscience and having entertained yourself.
Q: How and when did you begin writing fiction? To what degree did your parents and teachers play a role in your aspirations?
A. I have always had an extremely vivid imagination. Whenever we had a creative writing assignment in school, mine was always the most far-fetched. All of my teachers encouraged me to become a writer, but I never took it seriously until November 1997, when I became so bored while living in the country that writing was my only escape.
This may sound crazy but whenever I was bored as a child, I would daydream about being a different person. At one point in high school, I actually lived out the exciting, drama-filled life of a single person for a lengthy period of time. Every day she had a different adventure in my mind. I actually started a book about her way back then that is to this day unfinished. She was in high school just like me but her life could not have been more different. I used to have wild dreams that seemed so real that sometimes I would wake up unsure about whether or not the events had actually occurred.
My parents are both retired educators. My mother taught elementary school for decades and my father was a graduate school professor. He is the author of more than a dozen published books on theology, and my mother is an excellent children's writer. It is my personal goal to see at least one of her collections published in the near future. Whenever someone needs something creative for an event, they call her up and she always complies. My mother is the only person I know that sends out an annual Christmas family newsletter that runs more than twenty pages and the entire thing rhymes.
Because of their educational backgrounds, I grew up in a house full of books. Literally thousands of them, and by the time I was in the sixth grade, I was reading a book a day. To this day, I still read at least four books a week. All of those factors have directly influenced my writing and hopefully I can return the favor with my children, who both already show the gift of imagination especially my teenage son, who I am encouraging to write a book by the end of this year because his short stories are outstanding. My seven-year-old daughter and I do storytelling every night. Either I make up a crazy story to tell her when I tuck her in, or she recites one to me to type on my computer, and it is the highlight of my day.
Q: Who would make the perfect Zoe Reynard in a movie adaptation?
A. That is a tough question and one I have pondered since a movie is imminent. My first choice would be an unknown actress that is exceptional at the craft. Once an actress has been seen too much, her name overshadows the role she is portraying. However, since this is the real world and big names mean big ticket sales to big studios, I would narrow it down to Nia Long, Thandie Newton, or Stacey Dash. If push comes to shove, I am prepared to do it as an independent film so Zoe might end up being portrayed by that exceptional, unknown actress after all.
Q: Is Zoe's story finished? Can we look forward to a sequel?
A. Zoe's story is done but Addicted is the first in a five book series. The returning character in each novel will be Dr. Marcella Spencer. In each of the remaining novels Nervous, Vengeance, Torn, and Patience Dr. Spencer will deal with African-American women who have a diversity of emotional and sexual issues. The main character of Nervous, Jonquinette, has multiple personalities. Nervous is based on a character introduced in a short story of the same name from The Sex Chronicles. I wanted to explore the wildest thing that could ever possibly happen to a woman. Jonquinette is a virgin at least she is in her mind. She is nervous around men and has never had sex but after constant blackouts, she awakes to find herself in clothing she does not recognize and with the evidence of sexual encounters all over her body. When she seeks the help of Dr. Spencer, her alternate personality, Jude (who feels she is the protector), becomes increasingly angry until she concludes that if one of them must go, it won't be her.
Q: Fill in the blanks: 1.) I never miss a new novel by: Ernest Hill, Ernest Gaines, Gloria Naylor, Terry McMillan, Sistah Souljah, James Patterson, Jeffrey Deaver, or Stephen King. 2.) I've lost count of how many times I've re-read: Against the Wind, by one of my favorite authors, J.F. Freedman. 3.) The perfect soundtrack playing in readers heads as they read Addicted would probably include: music by Prince, who is almost single-handedly responsible for my open attitude about sex. I used to rush home from high school and play his Controversy album in its entirety every single day.
Q: What is your sense of who your readers are? What do they want from a novel? Describe your ideal reader.
A. My readers come from all walks of life, from all races, and from all over the world. I have hits on my main web site EroticaNoir.com from countries I have never even heard of. I think that people are elated to see an African-American woman speak so open and honestly about sexuality. In fact, one of the reasons I continued to pursue the erotica genre other than the fact that everyone said I shouldn't do it was because of the numerous e-mails from women who just wanted to thank me for making them realize that they are not alone and that nothing is wrong with them. Because women do not tend to discuss their sexual escapades as much as men at least past a certain age a lot of women feel their sexual urges and fantasies are abnormal. That is rarely the case. Men like to read sexual material written by a woman, pure and simple. My ideal reader is someone that realizes that life is short and that no one has the right to judge another human being. My ideal reader is not sexually-repressed or sexually-oppressed, and he or she is someone who acknowledges that if we can free our bodies then we can also free our minds.
Q: What are you working on these days?
A. Whew, how much time do you have? I actually have several film projects in the works, including trying to acquire a cable series for The Sex Chronicles. We shot the pilot already and it has been shown in several film festivals, including during the opening night fundraiser for the SEPIA Reel Shades Film Festival in Washington, D.C., and the Black and Brown Short Film Competition in Hollywood, in which it placed third.
I am working also on the screenplay for Addicted, along with several screenplays for thrillers. I am about an inch away from completing my first legal thriller, entitled Inconceivable Alliances, and I am working on Nervous, The Dating Game, Skyscraper, etc. The list goes on and on, but I love every minute of the creative process and could never imagine doing anything else. I have two particular projects in mind that will explore new territory and, just like Addicted, I feel the stories need to be told.
Reading Group Questions and Topics for Discussion
1. Zoe Reynard is, among other things, a woman struggling to heal the scars and fill the emotional spaces left by her father's untimely death and also as we discover late in the novel by a pair of disturbing sexual episodes from her early childhood. How successful is she in finally doing so?
2. Discuss the way Zane's narrative establishes a dual meaning of "love": as a literal performance of physical passion on one hand, and as a more abstract or soulful symbol of commitment, trust, and deep-seated connection on the other. How do Zoe's often conflicting notions of love play out and evolve over the course of the novel? To what degree does Zoe eventually manage to fuse these alternate loves into one fulfilling relationship with Jason?
3. In what ways do we see the legacy of Zoe's long-repressed childhood memories at work in the present action of this novel, affecting the tenor and shape of Zoe's relationships, choices, and/or motivations? What would you say was the breeding ground for Zoe's sexual addiction?
4. As a wife to Jason, a mother to her daughter and two sons, and a lover to Quinton, Tyson, and Diamond, Zoe is perpetually torn by clashing desires and responsibilities. Explain how this romantic and emotional triangle or quadrangle, really functions as the central tension in Zane's novel. In what ways does this tension resolve itself? Recount the high-speed, unpredictable series of plot twists, violent climaxes, and emotional denouements that Zane delivers, all in the last fifty or so pages of the book.
5. One of the reasons Addicted is such an entertaining book for reading clubs and discussions among friends is there are so many different ways to come at this novel. It's an action-packed, sexy novel, but it also takes on some serious issues with which we all contend in our personal lives. What kind of a novel is Addicted? Suspense thriller? Love story? Modern-day morality tale? Erotica? How would you describe this book to a friend?
6. According to Dr. Patrick Carnes, a research psychologist, sexual addiction as a clinical concern usually has clearly identifiable patterns of sexual behaviors, often starting in adolescence and childhood. What would you say are the key criteria for diagnosing someone with a sexual addiction? Based on your reading of Zane's novel or from other resources, what useful comparisons and contrasts can be drawn between sex addicts and alcoholics, drug addicts, and/or compulsive gamblers? Chart the course of Zoe's gradual identification, assessment, and containment of her addiction.
7. "All of us can't be lucky enough to find true love like the kind you and Jason have," Brina tells Zoe at one point. In her poignant depiction of Brina's abusive relationship with Dempsey, Zane spotlights a situation that is all too common in relationships these days. What is it that keeps Brina from leaving Dempsey?
8. How does Brina's ordeal, and her attendant rationale for putting up with Dempsey's abuse, relate to real-life situations you've personally weathered with friends and loved ones? If you were in Zoe's shoes, watching your best friend endure so much pain, how do you imagine you'd react? What steps would you take to remedy the problem?
9. Where do you see Zoe, Jason, Peter, Kyle Michael, and Kayla Michelle Reynard five years after the close of the book? Outline the story arc of a hypothetical sequel to Addicted.
10. Recently, all sorts of reviewers and cultural critics have stepped up and declared that we're currently in the midst of a Golden Age in African American popular/commercial fiction, naming as evidence such authors as Zane, Omar Tyree, Evelyn Palfrey, and RM Johnson not to mention E. Lynn Harris, Terry McMillan, Eric Jerome Dickey, and other established stars. In terms of your own reading, to what degree have you noticed an increase in the variety and depth of black fiction when you browse the bookshelves these days?
11. How significant is the influence of family on the lives of Addicted's principle characters? How do family ties and the unraveling of these ties feature in Quinton's back-story? And in Jason and Zoe's back-stories? How do these personal histories come to play a key role in the culmination of Zoe's narrative?
12. With which character(s) in Addicted do you most personally identify? Why?
13. Looking back through the novel, discuss the particular scenes, situations, or lines of dialogue that really left you feeling one of those "that-is-so-true" or "I've-been-there" moments.
14. "Jason was on the edge, and I was falling over the cliff with him." Here, in the wake of Zoe's hypnotized revelations at the hospital, Zane prepares us for yet another surprising disclosure. What is Jason's secret, and how has it affected his relationship with Zoe?
15. In the aftermath of Brina's murder at the hands of Dempsey, Zoe has an epiphany of sorts. "That's when I knew it was over. That's when I knew I could beat my sexual addiction." What is it that brings her to this realization?
16. Discuss the author's characterization of Jason Reynard. What kind of a person is Jason? What role does he play in the narrative, and how did you feel about him at different points in the novel? Did you relate to the way he reacted to Zoe's infidelities? Why or why not?
17. Consider Addicted alongside other contemporary novels by African American women you've read recently. To what degree does this novel echo and reinforce certain themes and narrative styles you've come to expect, and in what ways does it depart from or redefine these traditions?
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
This book was so good I just could not put it down. I certainly enjoyed Zanes writting style this time around. I find "Addicted" to be one of her best books written. I highly encourage readers who likes a novel with a twist to read this book, it will capture you from the beginning to the very end. You wont be disappointed.
Addicted is a spicy page turner that will have you yearning for more. I found myself staying up to the wee hours of the morning just to read the book and I went to work thinking about what may happen next. Definitely a book to pick up!
i loved this book !! couldn't put it down ! esp. if yu can relate !
I really enjoyed the book from beginning to end. I'm actually upset with myself, my neice has been trying to get me to read this book for the last year, and I'm upset that it's taken me this long. I really enjoyed the fact that each chapter coinsided with the next, it really turns me off with those cliff hanger chapters. This is the first Zane book that I've read, but it definitely won't be the last. I will absolutely reccommend this book to others!
This book will make you think twice before cheating on your spouse.
This book was excellent from start to finish! I'm not someone who usually reads a book more than once, but I would definitely read this one again. I couldn't put it down! And I love the fact that it had an unexpected twist at the end. This is the book that turned me on to other books by Zane. So if you're already a fan of her books, you HAVE to read this one!
I really enjoyed reading this book. I couldn't put it down. I love the way Zane writes her novels. they are sexy and intriguing. Keep up the good work. And there are no more men like Jason left in this world. Men dont love their women that much anymore.
I had never read and urban book and this was the first one I read. All I can say is WOW! Zane I give you your props.This book is amazing.The characters were so believable and the plot was ridiculous. I wish Jason was my husband and Zoe I felt so sorry for her. Quinton needed to die. I dont want to tell the whole story but it is a must read. Now urban fiction/erotica is my favorite Genre.
This was the first book that i have read by Zane and I haven't stopped reading her since. This book was fantastic. I recommend this to all first timers.
This book was the best book I have read from Zane so far. There were many exciting moments throughout the book. Now if only there were really men like Jason out there!
I like and recomend this book to people who likes to read and know about sex.. i love it becuase it is very thrilling you just cant stop reading ..when i was reading this book it just took me to a whole different world i used to feel like i was in the book i felt the things happening
This Was A Very Excellent Book It Had Me Open From The Beginning With The Whole Young Love Relationship Till The End With The Devastating Outcomes But It All Had Me Wrapped Into It From Page To Page. And If I Didn't Know What It Was About I Would Read It Again And Again
From page one up until the end this book had me hooked. Zane is a talented writer and I love what she does with the pen.
I loved this book. I stayed up all nite reading it even tho I had class the next day because it was so good. I haven't read a book that good in so long. I recommended it too my older sister and she stayed up all nite reading it as well. It is by far the best book I've read in years. If your looking for a great book to read this is definitely one for you
this is a good book. at the beginning it was a slow start but once the action started i couldnt put the book down....i love zane she is one of my favorite authors.
This book was awesome. It had enough action, love making & drama. To the very last page it still had me yearning for more. Excellent book.
This was one of the first books i read by zane and i love it. I must admit i didn't know who she was until my girlfriend was like are you serious, now i am a fan for life! she writes about the things we do and she doesn't make us a women feel sluty for doing it!
This book was mind blowing. In the beginning it is a sweet telling of a childhood love, quickly becomes a raunchy story of adultery, and then escalates into a violent, unpredictable murder mystery. It was a little uneven from start to finish but a good read nonetheless.
This was the first Zane book I read, and it blew me away. I've been addicted to her writing ever since.I read this one before I actually bought it.
This was a bit of an odd read. It seemed to switch dramatically throughout the book from a story about love, to an erotic romance, to a murder mystery. I must admit it kept me reading though.
This is a great book! Read it in one day! Both had deep issues with sex. Very steamy!
2.5 stars This book was pretty crazy. Several of the things didn't make sense to me. Cause and effect and real world definitions don't exactly line up, but the entertainment factor is high. It wasn't quite my thing, but if you like a lot of sex and drama, you should definitely check it out.
I really thought the beginning was kinda slow. But then realized it was necessary to tell the whole story of Jason and Zoe. I could not put the book down. I am def gonna check out more books by Zane.