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A Social Affair: A Novel (Zane Presents) Paperback – February 5, 2013
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About the Author
Earl Sewell attended Columbia College in Chicago where he studied screen and fiction writing. Earl’s YA novels in his Keysha and Friends series have made him a librarian and teen fan favorite. He currently resides in South Holland, Illinois.
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“I hate being married! I mean H.A.T.E. hate it!”
There. I said it and I didn’t give a rat’s ass who heard me. A part of me wished my husband, Larry Bernard Johnson, was here to hear, but he was at work. It was not him really. It was me. He was your typical husband, I guess. He worked, came home, and thought I should wait on him like a lowly slave instead of being his marital equal.
I could have bigger problems. He could be a male ho, he could be an alcoholic like his mama, he could beat me or skip out on us, but still, this married life was for the birds. And by that I meant, the dead birds. It was so damn boring! We did the same thing day in, day out, and it was wearing me out.
When I heard single women yearning for a husband, I wanted to tell them they could take mine! Seriously, what was there to want? Who wanted a controlling man constantly monitoring their every move, checking each red dime they spent, and judging their friends? Most times, I felt more like an inmate than a wife.
I stepped over Larry’s pile of dirty clothes, including his streaked boxers, and walked to the kitchen. It was like he believed I was his personal maid. Who would walk in, strip, and leave their clothes in the middle of the bedroom floor like they’d magically make it to the hamper on their own?
I rolled my eyes as I thought about his stinky, lazy, triflin’ behind.
Seven years ago when I was single, I was free. I wasn’t stressed out all the time. I could come and go whenever I pleased. I partied when I wanted and didn’t have to worry about checking in with anyone!
Back in the day, after being out all night, I could sleep until midafternoon the next day and it wouldn’t be anybody’s business but mine. I might not have had the latest designer clothes, but I always dressed well. I kept my hair and nails looking nice at all times. Now, I couldn’t remember what the inside of a beauty salon looked like.
Back then my bills didn’t exceed my income, I didn’t have a slave master, and I didn’t have a snotty-nosed kid constantly working my very last damn nerves.
All those damn studies that claimed married life was better were lying! They said your combined incomes meant less financial stress, monogamous sex combined with love was safer and more enjoyable, and your overall life expectancy was supposed to be longer. I said bullshit! Bullshit! Bullshit!
I’ve sat here at home and flipped through the channels, bored out of my mind. The problem with being unemployed was you were stuck at home watching TV while everyone else was at work. Working friends didn’t have time to sit up on the phone with you, or check out the newest posts on Facebook.
In all honesty, I wished I could be more like my girl, Katina. Unlike our other girlfriends, she didn’t work, but she didn’t care. Katina always had nice things, tons of money, and she kept her man under control instead of the other way around. Well, when she had a man.
Larry couldn’t stand Katina. He said she was trouble, but the more I looked at her, the more I liked what I saw. Take our situation, for instance. While he was sitting up hating on Katina, our household was in a constant state of chaos, so I didn’t see how he could complain about her and her household.
Our bills kept piling up, my unemployment was running out fast, and I was tired of robbing Peter to pay Paul. We were behind on everything—the mortgage, car notes, and the light bill. Oftentimes, I was so stressed and frustrated I didn’t even want him to touch me, much less give him some.
“Chile, you betta sex your husband anytime he wants it! You know what you won’t do, some other woman will!” That was my mama’s voice ringing in my ear. She worked my nerves, too.
The only reason I thought about her now was because of this Social Security commercial on TV. My mom was a widow who thought she could write the book on marriage.
“You young girls don’t know how to treat a man. Back in my day, we used to . . . ”
I rolled my eyes as I thought about her unwanted tips she offered every chance she got. That’s why I started avoiding her calls. Who wanted to hear all that foolishness? This was not back in her day, times were different now, and I wasn’t trying to be submissive to no man. I didn’t care how many rings I had on my finger!
I had other issues to think about, like being unemployed.
I had survived three rounds of layoffs at Davis-Pinch, a company that manufactured, sold, and serviced equipment for the offshore oil and gas industry. But they got me in that fourth round.
I was an executive administrative assistant at DP. I swear I wished that moratorium on offshore drilling had never happened. I would’ve never lost my job in the first doggone place. But it did, and I did, and because of that things were tight and our situation kept getting worse.
The phone rang, but I ignored it. Thoughts of my mother and my lack of a job always left me feeling some kind of way. My sour mood didn’t change until I saw Katina’s number pop up on the caller ID. I tossed the remote to the side and picked up my cell phone. I was always glad to hear from Katina.
“Hey, gurrrl,” Katina sang the moment I answered.
“Hey, gurrrl,” I sang back. That was our customary greeting.
“What’s up? What you know good?”
Talking to her always made me feel good no matter what. She lived a life I only dreamed about. She. Was. Single.
“Same ol’ same ol’.”
“Why you sounding so broken down?” Katina asked.
“You know the drill. Money woes, girl, money woes,” I said.
“Yeah, I feel you on that. Things are kind of tight over here, too, but that’s okay ’cause I’m about to supersize my side hustle,” Katina sang. I could see her doing that played-out cabbage patch dance she did when she thought she had a bomb-ass idea.
I didn’t want to ask what she meant by that because in order to have a side hustle, you first needed a job. And since Katina didn’t work I couldn’t see a side hustle, but who was I to talk? At the moment, unemployment was sustaining me.
“That’s why I’m calling you,” she said.
My interest was instantly piqued. When Katina had a plan, that plan usually translated into money. She wasn’t selfish, so usually if I wanted in, she was willing to share.
“Okay, I’m all ears.”
Katina Dawson was a free spirit who lived life to the very fullest, but you had to get to know her to really like her. She found something to celebrate every day and that was what I liked most about her. She spent a little too much time on the Internet in chat rooms for my taste, but I didn’t judge.
You could say I lived my life vicariously through her to a certain extent. When she met a new man online or had a blind date, we walked through the process step by step like we were preparing for battle. Katina and I got along really well because she was always quick on her feet and always offered an angle I hadn’t considered. We complemented each other.
Sometimes when things got too rough around here, I’d think, Now what would Katina do?
“No, girl. This is the type of proposal that requires face-to-face discussion ’cause I’ma have to explain a few things,” she said.
I wanted to laugh, but I knew Katina well enough to realize she was dead serious about whatever plan she’d come up with this time.
“Well, you know the baby is sick.” I was talking about my three-year-old son, Taylor, who couldn’t go to daycare because of a fever. “So I had to keep him home today. I can’t come meet you anywhere.”
“Don’t trip. I can come to you. When do you want me to come through?”
“Let’s see . . . ” I was stalling as I tried to determine how long it would take for me to get the house company ready.
Katina was like family, but because I stayed home all day, I didn’t need her thinking I was nasty and lazy. The reason I didn’t clean as diligently as I should was because I was always trying to teach Larry’s lazy, ungrateful, chauvinistic ass a lesson!
Uuggh! He made me so sick.
“Uumm, it’s ten now. How about around one? That way I have time to feed Taylor and get him settled back down again.”
“Okay. I’ll be there sometime around one,” Katina said.
“Codi!” she yelled as I was about to hang up.
“Just promise me you’ll have an open mind.”
That really made me curious. An open mind?
“Ah, okay, I guess,” I replied.
She laughed and I hung up. Great! Now I was gonna drive myself crazy for hours, wondering why I needed to have an open mind about Katina’s next side hustle, and what in the world it possibly meant for me.
More About the Author
I'm an award-winning broadcast journalist who has worked as a reporter for ABC, NBC and Fox affiliate TV stations and Radio stations in California and, Victoria, Waco, and Houston, Texas. I'd like to think it's the quality of my stories that keep the readers coming back. I'm also a ghost writer-which means I'm often cranking out stories for other authors as well....
I've written 11 novels and short stories in three anthologies, including Zane's New York Times Bestseller, Caramel Flava. I graduated from San Jose State University, and am a proud and active member of Gamma Phi Sigma, the Houston Chapter of Sigma Gamma Rho Sorority, Inc.
Books by Pat Tucker: Daddy's Maybe, Lachez, Party Girl, Football Widows, Daddy by Default-
E-books: All of the above, plus Proceed With Caution-Led Astray-Infidelity-The Hook Up-Summer Breeze (anthology) Under Pen Name PL Wilson: Holy Hustler-Sweetwater Sinners Under Pen Name Rikki Dixon: Try Me
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Top Customer Reviews
Quinn and Codi are unhappy with their lives. The marriage is dull, the sex is whack, and their spouses are short a few brain cells (it's cool... so are they), and they are looking for something else. Enter social networking. In a world where you carry a device in your pocket that can access the web at any place or anytime, you find that you can be anyone at anytime. And they do. Like I said earlier these two are simple but so are their friends, the catalyst that pushes them into this world. And this crazy ride becomes even crazier!
OK, can we at least agree that IF you are going to create a fake FaceBook profile that you'll keep that profile fake? Why would you go and try to make that fantasy a reality? If you tell your "followers" that you have a six pack and the only six pack you have is inside your fridge... see the problem here? Well, these fools try and the results are funny as hell! Now as bad as it may sound I think that making and keeping a fake profile can work (look at the evidence) as long as you don't try and act on it. Unfortunately the temptation of easy sex is way too much to pass up. When you've got a spouse who is a bedroom dud, even just the hint of a back-breaking orgasm from a stranger will cause you to become Paris Hilton dumb.Read more ›
A Social Affair explores what can happen when your online persona does not match with your real world persona and it should be received as a cautionary tale. A Social Affair has all of the ingredients for an entertaining read: drama, deception, exceptional writing and plenty of sex. A Social Affair by Pat Tucker and Earl Sewell should serve as a reminder that it is very possible that the person you meet online is who they want you to know and not actually who they are. Be careful!
Remember things aren't always what they appear to be.
Trust me after reading this book, you will definitely think twice about how you conduct yourself on the Internet.
At first I felt bad for Quinn but by the end of the book I was sick of him. It's like he never really grew or changed as a person. He lost weight, bought a new car, and got new clothes to look the part but he never seemed to mature in any way. His wife and sister-in-law continued to disrespect him as did the pimp/club owner that came and went out of Quinn's house as he pleased. Things like that made it impossible for me to believe that he was all of sudden this tough guy that had swagger and incredible bedroom skills . . . which was another thing that really bugged me. When Quinn was with Candi he could go for hours at a time, have multiple orgasms, and then be ready to go for another couple of hours! The worst example of that was after he'd been drugged and damn near died according to what the medical staff was saying (completely unbelievable, by the way) and yet he miraculously recovered and was able to perform sexually in the car ride from the hospital and then for many hours after that. At that point I considered this book to be comical and farce-like.Read more ›
Most Recent Customer Reviews
It was dragging. Then when it hit a climax the story ended so fast. Not enough intensity.Published 4 months ago by Amazon Customer
A Social Affair was a hot mess! These characters were just plain ole stupid. The sad thing is there are people in this world who think like these characters. Read morePublished 7 months ago by M. Walton
I love Pat's books. Each one I read regardless of the plot gives me life! She is a great storyteller.Published 7 months ago by 68Brina
Love the book had me reading morning noon and night even at work ! I recommend it to anyonePublished 15 months ago by Darling
GREAT READ! WAITING ON A SEQUEL! SOME THINGS DIDN'T END THE WAY I THOUGHT THEY SHOULD HAVE!! CODI STAYED WITH LARRY? SHE WANTED MORE FOR HERSELF AND SHE SETTLED ANYWAY!! Read morePublished 18 months ago by Cheryl Willie
We live during a time that social media is extremely popular, with the likes of Facebook and Twitter we expose ourselves in the way we want people to notice us. Read morePublished on October 15, 2013 by BookGroupie
Enjoyed this book. Had quite a few laugh out loud moments with the characters and their antics, both in dialog and situations. Read morePublished on June 24, 2013 by Kindle Customer
By: Pat Tucker & Earl Sewell
Published By: Strebor Books
Age Recommended: Adult
Reviewed By: Arlena Dean
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The World Wide Web poises problems in A Social Affair by Pat Tucker and Earl Sewell. Codi Norman is a thirty-two year old woman who is bored with her marriage. Read morePublished on May 27, 2013 by Teresa Beasley