In Detroit, strange things can happen. What does a Duke, a Former Street Doctor & Prostitute and A Pimp with a very big gun have to do with ne another in 21st City of Detroit?
Find out in Tanner’s Devil.
Can an urban woman find love in a world not her own? Or give it up and accept her fate with her ex-pimp?
Devlin Sanchez has waited his whole life for this one moment. He’s saved himself for only the woman he would be with forever – his wife, but when he catches his bride in the arms of his best man and brother, he’s driven to circumstances that leave him unexpectedly wanting more of what he should have never had – Tanner.
Sometimes love can be found in the most unexpected places and just because it doesn’t look how you expected it to, doesn’t mean that it isn’t real. Strong characters and a varied and interesting list of locations move the story forward at a rapid pace. There will be times when you hate them all, but it’ll be worth it in the end.
Pari felt terrible for her friend and couldn’t believe nine thousand was keeping her from getting her degree. Nine thousand needed by tomorrow afternoon. Pari was barely making ends meet, and Tanner was so caught up with two internships, working a steady job, going to school to keep her 4.0 G.P.A., and paying bills that were not hers accrued by her now dead crack-addicted mother. Even the little hustle Tanner opted to do every once in a while for the pimp, Donetello, didn’t really make ends meet around Tanner’s life with the cost of school, books and payments she needed to make on everything else.
“Get out of the fucking way!” a deep voice boomed as he helped someone smaller into the room.
“Lay her on the couch!” Pari ordered and then ran to the back of the flat to knock on her roommate’s door.
“Tanner!Tanner! You got a client.”
Several locks clicked before the door opened, and Tanner, a thirty-year-old light coffee-skinned woman with all-seeing eyes came out. Her corn-rolled hair was wrapped in a black silk scarf, and it didn’t look like she had been asleep.
Pari followed Tanner in the front room where a skinny, black crack-head gasped for air. It was a knife wound to the right side. There was thick red blood oozing from the woman’s side and she seemed to have lost a lot of blood because she was very weak.
Pari didn’t know much medicinal information, but these knife wounds were familiar to her eyes because they often ended at Tanner’s doorway. Tanner cleaned and dressed the wound with the expertise of an emergency doctor.
She pulled medical supplies out of a large leather bag she usually kept secreted away in the apartment. Most times the supplies were stolen in payment for services rendered. Tanner never questioned how the medical sundries were obtained, but as expensive as some of the supplies, prescribed antibiotics, pills and salves that were given to her, they had to have been gotten through illegal means.
The big man, who brought the woman in, paced back and forth a few feet away from where Tanner worked. When he lit up a cigarette, Tanner barked, “Put that shit out!”
He did, and, when it was all over, Tanner stood and looked at the large, burly man. “Who told you about me?”
The man looked past Tanner at the crack-head, who had fallen asleep.
“Will she make it?”
“Yes, but tell your boss she’s out of commission. She probably won’t be working much because the wound needs time to heel and this weather is too dangerous for her to even be outside. The wind chill factor outside feels like five below. I gave her some antibiotics, but if she works for the next couple of days, she’ll tear her stitches.”
“No can do. Donetello’s got a private party tonight, and she’s on the list of entertainment. His other girls are off on other things.”
“Then he shouldn’t have lost his temper,” Tanner spat, wiping the rest of the blood off her hands.
“Donetello said if she’s out of commission, he knows you know someone who can take her place.” The large man winked at Pari, who gasped at the thought of doing what he implied.
“Go in your room, Pari,” Tanner ordered.
Pari protested, “I’m not—”
Tanner turned sharply and screamed, “Go in your mother-fucking room NOW!”
Pari gave her roommate a hurt expression, but understood Tanner knew more about what was really going on than she did, so she enclosed herself in her room, pressing her ear against the door to listen.
Tanner must have known this and ordered the large man to step outside to speak on the steps.
Damn! Tanner, what are you going to do?
A few minutes later, Pari heard a lot of movement as Tanner and the man entered. Another door closed, and then it grew quiet. When Pari’s ear hurt like hell pressed up against the door, she gave up and just went to the front room. There was no one there.
Today, she has independently published over 37 books, is the founder of Motown Writers Network and The AA Electronic Literary Network, CEO of HubBooks Literary Services, runs over five blogs on a variety of subjects, host The Michigan Literary Network Radio Show and is a happily divorced mother of three children in Detroit, Michigan.
“I’m no superwoman,” she states with a smile that seems infinite on her lips. “I’m just being an asset in the world instead of a liability.”
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