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What's Done In the Dark Paperback – July 15, 2014
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ReShonda Tate Billingsley’s #1 national bestselling novels include Let the Church Say Amen, I Know I’ve Been Changed, and Say Amen, Again, winner of the NAACP Image Award for Outstanding Literary Work. Her collaboration with Victoria Christopher Murray has produced three hit novels, Sinners & Saints, Friends & Foes, and Fortune & Fame. Visit ReShondaTateBillingsley.com, meet the author on Facebook at ReShondaTateBillingsley, or follow her on Twitter @Reshondat.
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What’s Done in the Dark
“ANY MAN THAT CAN RESIST this must not be a man!” I giggled as I wiggled my toned behind in the full-length mirror in my bedroom. I made sure my snow white lace thong was situated just right, then brushed down the candy-apple-red negligee. I’d never in my life spent two hundred dollars on lingerie, but I wanted tonight to be special. I needed tonight to be special.
My commitment to Shaun T’s Rockin’ Body workout DVD had paid off. Everything was tight in all the right places, and my body looked like it belonged to someone who was twenty-five—not the thirty-five-year-old mother that I am.
I fluffed my curls and gave one last smile to my reflection. Today was my fifteenth anniversary, and I was determined that a sex life that died fourteen years ago would be resurrected tonight.
I had taken all of my sister, Fran’s advice. Even though she was single, she never had a shortage of men. She swore it was her ability to give good loving that kept her Rolodex on fire.
I pressed play on my iPod to start setting the mood with all of our favorite songs. I dimmed the lights as the sounds of Luther filled the room. I had left a trail of rose petals—from the garage, through the kitchen, up the stairs, into our bedroom, then finally all over the bed. I wanted Greg to experience the alluring ambience the moment he walked through the door.
I checked, then triple-checked that everything—the wine, the rose petals, the scented sheets—was just right. But my smile faded when I noticed the time. It was eight thirty. Two hours past the time my husband had said that he’d be home. I immediately felt myself getting frustrated. I had moved heaven and earth to get someone to cover my shift at the hospital so I’d be home in time. I had hoped my husband could do the same.
I took a deep breath. I was not going to stress about tonight. Greg was a borderline obsessive-compulsive workaholic who was dedicated to his job as a successful investment banker. For our anniversary, though, I hoped he would try his best to relax and just enjoy himself. And tonight I was going to help him make that happen. He would relax, and we would rekindle the spark that had long ago been extinguished.
I threw on my silk robe and busied myself with my iPhone messages until I finally heard the door chime, signaling Greg was home. I glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand: 8:52.
Okay, Greg was late but not that late, I told myself. We could still salvage this night. I removed my robe and eased into a sexy position on the bed. I plastered on a seductive smile and waited for the door to open.
A few minutes later, I glanced over at the clock again.
“Okay, what is taking him so long to get upstairs?” I mumbled.
When the clock hit 9:18, I had had enough. I got up, grabbed my robe, and made my way downstairs. That had to have been Greg coming in because our daughter, Liz, was spending the night with a friend.
I peeked out the small bay window near the staircase. Greg’s car was parked in the driveway, so he was home. What in the world was he doing? Surely he had seen the trail of rose petals.
I had just reached the middle of the stairs when I heard the vacuum cleaner. Not understanding, I descended a few more steps. Then my mouth fell open when I saw my husband vigorously vacuuming up the rose petals I had so meticulously laid out.
“What are you doing?” I screamed over the vacuum.
He glanced up. “Hey, babe, getting all this stuff up off the floor. Liz must’ve made a mess or something.”
I stared at my husband in disbelief. “Are you serious?”
He didn’t reply as he took the hose off the vacuum and began sucking up the petals off the stairs.
“Liz didn’t do that! I did!” I yelled over the vacuum.
He didn’t stop cleaning. “You did this? What did you spill?”
I picked up a few petals at my feet, then threw them at him. Of course, they didn’t do anything but flutter back to the ground. “I didn’t spill anything. I laid them out! It was a trail of rose petals.”
He looked at me like that was the dumbest thing I’d ever done.
“Well, you know I like to come home to a clean house.” He finally cut the vacuum off and started picking up the rose petals the machine hadn’t nabbed. “Why do you have all of this stuff laid out like this anyway?”
Only then did he glance up at me and notice the negligee. “What are you wearing?”
I wanted to cry. I knew we hadn’t been intimate in a long time, but this was ridiculous. “What does it look like I’m wearing, Greg?”
“Oooh,” he said, as realization set in. “I’ve just been preoccupied.” He took a step toward me. “I’m sorry, you know things have been crazy at work.” He stopped talking to manically pick up some rose petals that he missed. “I’m sorry, you know clutter bugs me. But I appreciate the effort.” He leaned in to kiss me.
I pushed him away, though not hard enough to send him down the stairs. “Are you serious?”
“No, it just caught me by surprise. Usually, you have on a head scarf and some sweats when I get in.” I was the one surprised when he added, “What’s the occasion anyway?”
I stood waiting for him to break out into laughter. Tell me I was being punk’d, anything. Finally I said, “Today, Greg. Fifteen years.”
The truth finally dawned on him. “Oh, my God, babe. Our anniversary. I am so, so sorry. You know I’ve been swamped at work, and I just completely lost track of what day it was.”
I shook my head in disbelief. The tears I had been holding back made their escape. I had no words as I spun around and marched back to our bedroom.
“Come on, don’t be mad,” he said, following me.
I don’t know why I was even shocked. I decided to turn around and give him a piece of my mind. But before I could speak, I noticed him picking up rose petals in the hallway.
“Ughhh!” I screamed, slamming the bedroom door.
I wanted to leave. I didn’t even feel like taking the negligee off. I just wanted to get away from this suffocating house and away from my inconsiderate and unaffectionate husband.
Our once-a-week sexual escapades had dwindled to twice a month, then to once every other month. It was unreal. I used to think he was seeing someone else. After all, he’d cheated on me shortly after we got married. We’d gone to counseling and, I thought, moved past it. But the past three years especially had been brutal. I felt completely neglected. I’d even hired a private investigator to have him followed. But three thousand dollars later, all I discovered was what I already knew: my husband was simply a severe workaholic.
But tonight was the last straw.
I snatched a maxi dress off the hanger in my walk-in closet, then slipped it over my head. I then snatched a change of clothes and stuffed them in my gym bag. I couldn’t stand to be in the same house with him another minute.
I marched back downstairs. I found my husband actually taking out the garbage. “You can clean up the rose petals in the bedroom now,” I said, whisking past him.
“Babe, come on, don’t be mad at me. I was just taking the garbage out while I gave you a minute to cool down.”
“Well, I’m cool. Cold as ice.”
“Where are you going?”
I ignored him as he followed me out in the garage.
“Felise! I said I’m sorry.”
I continued to ignore him as I got in the car and backed out. I didn’t know where I was going, but at the moment, any place that was far away from Gregory Mavins was exactly where I wanted to be.
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The book introduces us to two friends: Felise and Paula. They both have lives that on the outside would cause many to be envious, but they find themselves feeling in some ways empty and unfulfilled. The lack of appreciation that Felise feels leads her to do the unthinkable as a married woman---and sets off a chain of events that will reverberate not just in her own home but in that of Paula and others as well.
Though her 'trangressions' seem less drastic than her friend, Paula is dealing with her own feelings of regret after the death of her husband. She is able to admit that she has not been altogether honest in her marriage and life, and through her mother she is helped to better understand that at the end of the day she is going to have to seek peace and forgiveness if she is going to have a chance at being happy.
Told in Reshonda Tate Billingsley's signature style, WHAT'S DONE IN THE DARK alternates between the voices of the two main characters, allowing us to understan there perspectives and reminding us that they are "real" people with real feelings and shortcomings just like us.
Definitely a great combination of the ingredients faith, family and friends, WHAT'S DONE IN THE DARK is sure to keep you up reading 'til the end.
When Greg forgets their anniversary, it sets up a torrential firestorm of temptation. When Paula, Felise’s best friend, threatens her workaholic husband Steven with divorce, she unwittingly ignites the kindling for love denied. Paula’s aspirations in college had not included a shotgun wedding, so despite the comfortable life Steven provides for her and their four children, she’s bitter. Felise, on-the-other-hand, wonders what her life would be like with Steven, instead of Greg. They were friends with benefits in college, but ultimately chose friendship over romance, or so they convinced themselves. Now Felise is regretting the day she ever gave her blessing for Paula to become the woman in Steven’s life.
Fantasizing about “what if” gets Felise into more trouble than she could have ever imagined. Ominously, she and Steven seek solace from their marital woes that night, at the same bar within a luxury hotel. Their unplanned rendezvous turns deadly when Felise discovers Steven’s cold body in bed. Just as in college, Steven had declared this could never happen again between them; but unlike in college, this time he wouldn’t live to continue his life with anyone.
Once Steven’s body is discovered in his hotel room, the story becomes a blend of grief, surprise, suspicion, and even comedy. Between Felise’s ride-or-die sister Fran’s remedies for hiding Felise’s involvement, to their sister Mavis’ holier than thou condemnation, it’s as funny at times as it is sad. Nevertheless, if Felise waits too long to tell the truth, the consequences of what’s done in the dark will come to light, and despite Mavis’ prayers, all hell will break loose. And yes, ReShonda Tate Billingsley keeps the pace to the very end with a shocker.
I did however like the two teenage daughters, not sure how realistic their support was toward Felice, but it was touching to see a strong sense of love from both of them despite the awkward situation they were placed in.
Felice's husband was ridiculous, probably the worst character in the book, almost a villain in my opinion. His wife made a horrible mistake and he could have just divorced her and move on, especially because he made a similar mistake in the past and made bad decisions all throughout the marriage. His reaction was over the top and uncalled for, I felt no sympathy for him whatsoever.
The ending (last paragraph on the last page) was the best part in my opinion. I'm only giving 2 stars because the book dragged on and I couldn't connect/sympathize with any of the major characters. (Although I do enjoy this author's other work).