My Sister's Husband: Renaissance Collection

My Sister's Husband: Renaissance Collection

by Ambria Davis

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My Sister's Husband: Renaissance Collection by Ambria Davis

 Skylar and Brinay Williams are the true definition of “sisters from another mother.” The product of an extramarital affair, Brinay has always been the outsider in her father’s family. When her mother dies unexpectedly, Brinay seizes the opportunity to put some distance between herself and her painful past.

A change of scenery seems to be just the cure Brinay needed as she soon finds herself on the path to real happiness, excelling in college with the man of her dreams by her side. Her life is shaping up to be picture-perfect—until she discovers just how much love her man has to give. 

Skylar has always been a daddy’s girl, and when Brinay pops up as the prettier and more likeable outside child, Skylar makes sure to let Brinay know that she’s a nonfactor, just like her side-piece mother had been for their father.

Skylar is the epitome of spoiled. She moves through life flaunting her wealth and looking down her nose at anyone that she feels is beneath her—that is, until she meets Dontie, who’s the complete opposite of her upscale lifestyle. Despite his thuggish ways, Skylar can’t resist the sexiest man in Miami, so she jumps at the chance to be his wife. Little does she know he takes “keeping it in the family” to a whole new level.

My Sister’s Husband takes the reader on a wild ride and shows how some familial ties can never be broken, even between sworn enemies.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781945855344
Publisher: Kensington
Publication date: 06/26/2018
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 384
Sales rank: 1,250,840
Product dimensions: 6.70(w) x 4.10(h) x 1.30(d)

About the Author

Ambria Davis is a native of Louisiana and a mother of two. Her debut novel, Secrets of a Kept Bitch, was published in 2014. She's the author of several other novels, including Can't Be That Other Woman, My Sister's Husband, and I Need a Thug in My Life.

Buck 50 Productions is a music/film development company distinguished in the production and marketing of commercially viable cinematic and audio products. The company is comprised of entertainment professionals whose combined career backgrounds incorporate twenty years of experience.

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I sat there on the toilet as I waited impatiently to read the results of the pregnancy test that I had just taken. I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't nervous and scared, because I was. It felt like I was about to catch a doggone heart attack any minute now. I was silently hoping and praying that the test would come back negative, because in all actuality, a baby was really not in my plans, at least, not right at this moment.

You see, I'd been sick for the past few days. At first, I tried to write it off as food poison. I even tried thinking that it was the flu, but up until two days ago, when I'd experienced the worst pain of them all, I knew otherwise. I prayed to God that I wasn't pregnant, and I tried ignoring all of the signs, but I couldn't anymore. Besides, my best friend was always in my ear about it, telling me that I was indeed pregnant. I knew I kept telling her that I wasn't, but she just insisted that I take a test anyway. She even went out and bought the damn thing.

"It's been like five minutes already. Did you go and check the thing yet?" my best friend Kourtney asked me. I'd been on the phone with her the whole time, and I was beginning to regret it. She swore that I didn't know how to tell time. To be honest, I was scared as hell to get it and read it.

"No, I didn't read it yet," I said, rolling my eyes in my head.

"What? What do you mean? Do you need me to come over there and read it for you?" she asked, sounding as serious as a heart attack.

"Kourt, chill, man. I'm just nervous about reading it. That's all," I said, calling her by her nickname.

"Girl, don't make me come over there. You know it won't probably take me all of ten minutes to make it there," she said, now sounding like she was my mother and not my friend.

"Kourtney! You don't even have to go through all of that. I'm about to go and read it right now," I said, getting up from the seat.

I swear the five, maybe six steps it took to get from the toilet to the sink felt more like fifteen to twenty steps instead. With every step that I got closer, my heart began to beat a bit faster, so fast that I could actually hear the beating in my ears. I didn't know what that stick was about to say, but I was surely about to find out, even though I didn't want to. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes, picked up the stick, and swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat. Bringing the stick up to eye level, my heart fell to my ass when I saw it. I damn near fainted when I saw two pink lines inside of the little square window, telling me that I was, in fact, pregnant.

"Oh my God, this can't be true," I whispered softly, still trying to deny it, even though I now had the proof in my hand.

"Well, what does it say?" Kourtney asked, sounding anxious. I didn't say anything right away. I couldn't. I was still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that I was pregnant.

"Nay, are you going to tell me what the thing says or not?" she asked, sounding a bit irritated.

"Umm ... yeah," I said, just above a whisper.

"Well, hurry up and tell me then, before I go crazy over here."

Letting out a breath of air, I closed my eyes and said, "I'm pregnant." I said it so slow that she barely even heard what I had said.

"Huh?" she asked. "I couldn't hear you. Say that again for me."

"I said that I'm pregnant, Kourtney," I blurted out. I ain't seen no point in trying to hide it. Hell, it was going to come out one way or another.

"I knew it, I knew," she replied, and as if it had hit her for the first time, and she started screaming, "Oh my God, Nay, you're going to be a mommy. Congratulations!"

I sat there listening to her as she screamed with excitement. She was acting like she had won the lottery or something, while I, on the other hand, was acting the total opposite.

"You're going to be a mother. What are you going to do? Why aren't you excited?" she asked once she realized I wasn't all happy-go-lucky like she was. The truth of the matter was, I didn't know what I was going to do. I wasn't ready, nor did I want this.

"Honestly, Kourt, I can't have a baby right now. I'm still in school, and I have a year and a half left to finish. If I was to have this baby right now, all of that would change, and I've come too far to not finish school on time," I said to her. "Besides, all that extra shit that comes with a child is too much. I'm barely able to support my own self, let alone add a baby to the mix."

"Well, what are you going to do, then?"

"Right now, I really don't have a clue about what I'm going to do about the baby just yet. I'll think about it. Just let me get through this weekend at my father's house first," I replied dryly. "You know his ass had to practically beg me to come. Talking about my sister had some big announcement, and she wanted me to be there. I don't know why she wanted me to be there. We aren't even close like that."

"Oh, that's this weekend?" she asked. "I thought that was the weekend after next."

"No, unfortunately for me, that's this weekend, and I got a good mind to call and cancel on their asses," I said seriously. I really didn't feel like being bothered with or being around those wannabe white people in black folks' bodies. Now that I knew I was pregnant, I just wanted to be alone so that I could think about my situation and what I'm going to do about it. It's times like these that I wish my mother was alive to help me, but she died two years ago from cancer. Which is why I'm grateful to have Kourtney in my life. I still had my oldest brother Brandon, but he was in prison doing a bid, so that didn't and couldn't help me too much.

"I think you should go. Right now is the perfect time for you to be around your family. It can help you make whatever decision you decide to make regarding the baby," she replied. If only she knew how wrong she was. My dad's family ain't all that peachy. In fact, they ain't even sweet — they're sour as hell. I didn't need to be around those people. They were basically a family from hell. Being anywhere around them would probably make me want to get an abortion without a second thought.

I never really liked to be around my dad or his family, especially my sister and her no-good-ass mother. They hated me, and I, in turn, despised both of them. They acted as if they were too good and I was beneath them. Thank God I'm only going to be around them for three days, because I don't know if I could handle being around their asses no longer than that. The only one that I really got along with was Momo Netty, my dad's mother, and we're not always on good terms, either.

"I'll go, but not because I need to be around them. I actually need a vacation, and with the news that I've just received, this is the perfect time for one."

"Well, when are you going to tell Tae about the baby?" she asked, posing the million-dollar question.

"I haven't seen Tae in two whole weeks, so I have no idea when I'll tell him about the baby," I sadly said to her. That's if I decide to tell him, I thought to myself.

"Well, you could always call or text and tell him," she said, offering up a solution. Rolling my eyes in my head, I took a seat on the bed.

"I've been calling and texting Tae for days now, and he has yet to respond to anything. I'm not trying to have no man out here thinking that I'm going to chase behind him, because you know for sure that right there just ain't me. I don't even get down like that."

"Okay," she said, then the line got quiet. I'm guessing that she was over there lost in her thoughts, just as I was over here lost in mine. "Well, whatever you decide to do, just know that I'll be here for you no matter what happens, Nay," she said, making my eyes watery.

"I know, and that's why I couldn't have asked God for a better best friend. You're always there whenever for whatever I need you to be, and I absolutely love and appreciate you for that," I said, meaning each and every word. A good loyal friend was hard to come by these days. That's why I thanked God daily for blessing me with one.

"Aww ... I love you too, Nay," she replied. I can already hear her voice cracking up.

"Oh Lord, let me go finish packing my things before you have us both on the phone crying and stuff," I said, trying to lighten the mood, because I knew my friend, and she would most definitely start crying any minute now. I told her behind that she's too doggone sensitive for me.

"I can't help it, Nay. You know I'm all softhearted, girl," she said, laughing a bit.

"I know," I said, going in on the laugh. "You need to tighten that up and get hard, my girl."

"I'm fine. Do you need me to come over and help you pack your things?" she asked, changing the subject.

"Now, how did I know you was going to ask me that?" I said, laughing at her once again.

"Because we always help each other pack when the other one is going on a trip."

"Oh yeah. I forgot," I quickly replied. "Well, I'm almost done, but thank you anyway."

"You're welcome. Just call me if you need me."

"Okay, I will. See you tomorrow."

"You too," she replied, and I hung up.

After getting off of the phone with Kourtney, I decided to try to call Tae's phone again, but like the first few times, it went straight to voice mail. I wanted to leave a message, but I opted to send a text message instead. I texted him a message telling him that I had something important to say and for him to call me immediately; then I began to pack the few things that I had left. A few minutes went by, and my phone buzzed, alerting me that I had an incoming message. I immediately stopped what I was doing and practically ran over to the phone, thinking that it was Tae. I was disappointed when I noticed that it wasn't him and that it was my father. He texted my phone wanting to know if I was still coming to the house this weekend. I started to tell his ass no, and tell him and his dysfunctional-ass family to go to hell, but I didn't. He's been texting me more than usual. I hope he wasn't trying to form some kind of father/daughter bond, because it was way too late for that. I don't know what this announcement was that my sister had to make, but I'm guessing that it was important for his ass to be stalking my phone, wondering if I was still coming. I told him that I was coming and that I'd see him tomorrow. Placing my phone back down, I went back to what I was doing.

It took me almost two hours to finish packing my things, and by that time, it was dark, and I was tired and hungry. I didn't feel like leaving my apartment, so I just made myself a sandwich, got one of those little fruit cups, and a bottle of water. I may not like or want to admit it, but I didn't want to hurt or bring harm to the baby if I decided to keep it.

When I was done eating, I took a quick bath and was ready to climb in bed. Before I got in the bed, I checked my phone and saw that Tae still hadn't responded to me, so I decided to send him one final text, and I do mean final.

See, I wasn't green for a minute. I had suspected that Tae had a girlfriend, but I didn't have any proof. That was ... until he started going MIA all the time and trying to end the call in a hurry whenever we were on the phone. Even though he said he didn't, I knew better. This right here just proves to me that I was right, and now that I knew for sure, I wasn't too happy about keeping a nigga's illegitimate child. I'd basically have to do this parenting thing by myself — while he's out there probably making a family of his own. I wasn't ready for that, and I didn't sign up for the shit.

When I was done typing up everything that I needed and wanted to say to him, I sent the message and placed him on my block list. I then powered my phone off and hopped in bed. I was too tired and fed up with Dontie's shit to even give a care anymore. Being a statistic wasn't something that I had planned on doing, but things happen, and if I decided to keep this baby, I wouldn't have a problem with raising him or her on my own. I was going to give my baby the best life that I could give it. I didn't need a man here to help me, because at the end of the day, it was still my child, with a daddy or not. I wasn't going to worry myself or stress behind Dontie. I'm not the type of chick who'd run behind a man, and Tae will soon find that out.



When I woke up the next evening, my stomach and back were killing me. The pain was so excruciating that I was barely able to get out of bed. "Lord, please don't do this to me today," I said out loud. I pulled back the cover, slowly got out of bed, and made my way to the bathroom. I grabbed my toothbrush and prepared to brush my teeth ... when a wave of nausea hit me. As fast as my aching body would allow me to, I made my way over to the toilet — just in time to throw up everything that I had eaten last night.

"Oh my God!" I screamed as I clutched my stomach. My stomach was hurting me so bad. I felt like something or someone was trying to dig out everything inside of it. I was bent over the toilet for five long minutes before my stomach had finally decided to calm down. Flushing the toilet, I walked back over to the faucet and rinsed out my mouth. Next, I grabbed a towel from the towel rack, wet it, and passed it over my face before I grabbed my toothbrush and brushed my teeth. When I was done, I removed my clothes and hopped in the shower.

Once in the shower, I turned the water on, made sure it wasn't too hot and stood underneath the faucet. I was hoping the warm water would somehow ease the pain that I was feeling. After a few minutes of just standing there, I grabbed my washcloth, my Dove body wash and began to wash every inch of my body that I could reach. When I was done, I rinsed off and repeated the process a few times; then I just stood underneath the water again. I didn't get out of the shower until the water began to get cold. Again, my stomach started to hurt, but not like it was hurting me before. I think I was just hungry this time, so I turned the water off and got out. Grabbing the big towel from the shower rod, I wrapped it around my body and headed to the bedroom.

Once I was inside of my room, I went to the dresser where I kept my panties and bras. I removed a black and pink lace bra and pantie set and laid it on the bed. I then walked to the closet, where I removed a purple and yellow sundress, with my yellow sandals, put them on my bed next to my bra and pantie set, then went to look at myself in the full-length mirror. I let the towel fall to my feet as I started to look over my body in the mirror. The first place my hands went to was my stomach. I stood there imagining the different ways my body might look like. I mean, I've seen plenty of pregnant women, and they had a little bump to their stomach, but not my stomach. It was damn near flat, and I couldn't imagine another life growing inside there. As if he/she knew what I was doing or thinking about him/her, I felt movement in my stomach.

"Hey, little baby, I'm Brinay, and I'm your mother," I said, rubbing my stomach. I was talking to it as if the baby knew what I was saying. "I'm scared, but I promise not to let anyone hurt you, baby." When I said that, the baby started moving nonstop. "Whoa, calm down, little one. Mommy's in enough pain already."

I was brought out of my momentary "mommy moment" when my phone began to ring. Walking over to the dresser where my phone was, I picked it up and noticed that it was Kourtney calling.

"Hey, boo," I said, answering the phone.

"Hey, baby mama!" she said, sounding like her normal jolly self. "How are you today?"

"I'm doing better today than I was yesterday," I replied. "What about you?"

"Well, that's good, and I'm doing fine," she said. "So today's Thursday. What are you doing since you don't have school today?"

"I don't know yet. Not too long ago I woke up and got out of the shower. I can't believe that I slept into the evening," I said, sounding sluggish. I was still tired.

"That's why you didn't answer me earlier. Well, let's go out and get something to eat then," she suggested.

"Umm ... okay. What time would you like to go?" I asked her.

"Now. I'm actually on my way over to your apartment already," she said. I knew her ass was up to something since she was calling me.

"Okay. I should be ready when you get here."

"Okay, I'll see you in a minute."

"See you in a minute, girl," I said, then hung up.

I placed my phone on the charger, grabbed the bottle of cocoa butter lotion, and began to lather my body with it. When I was done, I grabbed my bra and panties and put them on. Then my dress. When I finished dressing, I slipped on my shoes and went to the bathroom so that I could do my hair. My hair had grown quite a bit these past few weeks, and now I knew why. Grabbing the brush from out of the cabinet, I brushed my hair into a ponytail. The minute I was done with my hair, someone started knocking on the door. I applied a little bit of lip gloss on my lips and grabbed my purse and keys; then I went to answer the door.


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Copyright © 2017 Ambria Davis.
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Table of Contents

Title Page,
Copyright Page,
Prologue - Brinay,
Chapter One - Brinay,
Chapter Two - Brinay,
Chapter Three - Dontie,
Chapter Four - Sky,
Chapter Five - Brinay,
Chapter Six - Dontie,
Chapter Seven - Brinay,
Chapter Eight - Sky,
Chapter Nine - Dontie,
Chapter Ten - Brinay,
Chapter Eleven - Dontie,
Chapter Twelve - Brinay,
Chapter Thirteen - Sky,
Chapter Fourteen - Brinay,
Chapter Fifteen - Dontie,
Chapter Sixteen - Kourtney,
Chapter Seventeen - Brinay,
Chapter Eighteen - Brinay,
Chapter Nineteen - Kourtney,
Chapter Twenty - Brandon,
Chapter Twenty-one - Dontie,
Chapter Twenty-two - Brinay,

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