Chapter 29 Free Part 3 Posted

Chapter 29 will be free tomorrow 05/30/2012.  I have also posted part 3.  It is a shorter section so I set the price at $1.99 Rather than $3.98.  I hope a few of you are still hanging in there with me.  I haven't looked at the download reports because they freak me out.  There will be a part four to the story.  I have not uncovered who Leila's stalker is (trust me it's not who you think).  We still don't know what Nickie is going to do about school and we need to find out if she actually is pregnant.  I want to cover all of the side relationships: Keisha and Doug, Nickie and Mike, Sarah and Nogood.  I also need to go into further detail about Pookie and his new family.  I have a lot more story to write but I can see the end and I hope you'll all stick around to find out what happens.

Combining Chapters 26-28

Chapters 26 through 28 are short chapters so I'm going to combine them and republish them.  I will make the section chapters $.99

Free days Chapter 15-18 and 19-20

I've run out of free days for chapters 8, 9, 10 and 11 but chapters 15-18 will be free tomorrow.  Chapters 19-20 will be free Saturday 5/24/2012.  Check the blog for additional free days.

Chapter 6- If You Like Poetry

Chapters 6 and 28 will be free this week.   Please check the blog often for additional free chapters.  The poems in chapter 6 are among some of my favorites.  Here they are in their entirety:

To Aziz:  Song of Mohammed Ahram

Your beauty puts a barb into my soul
Strive as I will it never lets me go
My love has passed the frontiers of control
You are so fair and I desire you so.

Others may come and go, they are to me
But changing mirage, transient, untrue
My faithlessness is but fidelity
Since I am never faithful, but to you.

You are not kind to me, but many are
And all their kindness does not make them dear
It may be you deceive me when afar
Even as always, you torment me near.

Yet is your beauty so divine a thing
So irreplaceable, so haunting sweet
Against all reason, I am fain to fling
My life, my youth, myself beneath your feet.

 

 Kashmiri Song

Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar,
Where are you now?  Who lies beneath your spell?
Whom do you lead on rapture's roadway far,
Before you agonise them in farewell?

Oh, pale dispensers of my Joys and Pains,
Holding the doors of Heaven and Hell,
How the hot blood rushed wildly through the veins,
Beneath your touch, until you waved farewell.

Pale hands, pink tipped, like Lotus buds that float
On those cool waters where we used to dwell,
I would have rather felt you round my throat,
Crushing out life, than waving me farewell.

http://harriet.s.tripod.com/lhopepoetry.html 

 

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I’m working on chapter 29 right now.  I’ve purposely made each chapter a cliff hanger so that you remain interested in the story.  For some of you it’s had the opposite effect.   Please just think of each chapter as a short story or a mini novella.   I will continue to make the chapters free periodically.  Part three (chapters 22-32) should be available by this weekend.  As always thank you all for reading my book.  I appreciate and welcome any feedback or constructive critiques you have to offer.

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Chapter 28 Free 05/23/2012

Here's a sneak preview of chapter 28.  It will be free on Wednesday. (Sorry posted too late to be free on Tuesday) 

When I was younger my grandma Bess would take Nickie, Keisha and I to church at least once a month.  My mom would yank and tug my thick hair into two neatly braided ponytails.  She would make me wear foofoo dresses with ruffled socks and pinchy patent-leather shoes.  I loved Sunday school because the teacher was soft spoken and gave us butterscotch candy if we sat quietly.  But after bible study we’d all file into the grown up service.  The adult church was a whole new world filled with big colorful hats and paper fans.  Keisha and Nickie would disappear the minute grandma Bess turned her back but I sat mesmerized by the service.  The preacher would shout and jump around while pounding on the pulpit and sweating profusely.  The music was like thunder that I could feel in my chest.  The shouting, dancing and falling on the ground after being touched by the pastor was like watching an African ritual.  I didn’t understand what was happening but watching the people throw their hands in the air and shout praise gave me a strange feeling.  It made me think that God must be so great if these people put on their nicest clothes every week just to come to sing and dance for him.  As I got older I started going to church less and less.  But I never forgot the sense of peace I got every time I closed my eyes to pray.  I could use that peace today.  I need someone other than my husband and family to let me know things are going to be okay.

Free Chapters Upon Request

Hello Everyone,

Just want to remind you all that I will make the chapters free as you request them.  Send an email to kimberlys.chicklit@gmail.com and I will try and make the chapters available for free whenever possible.  Chapter 27 will be up by tomorrow and free on Monday.  I know some of you are getting sick of waiting for me to finish this book.  Trust me you're not alone.  It has been a labor of love but I'm ready to bring it to a close.  As soon as I complete and edit chapters 22-32 I will post part three for purchase.   I have a newly designed cover for the book once the entire story is complete.  It's all coming to a close soon please just hang in there with me!