Sitting there in the car, a part of me bitterly resented what she was doing to me. I knew it wasn’t her fault. But does she have to be so… alluring?
I need to focus on something else besides the spot between her earlobe and neck. It looked so soft. Her lips were slightly parted as she looked out the window. I wanted to part them further with mine. I put both my hands on the steering wheel. I could not allow myself to let go until she was out of the car. Suddenly she leaned in and kissed me. It was far better than I could even begin to explain to you.
I’ve fought and died a slow and painful death on earth.
And nothing, NOTHING can compare to how hard it was for me to pull away from her lips.
I don’t think any angel could to do it twice in a lifetime…
“This book shows a whole other side of angels the good, the bad, and the ugly. Each character has their own story or “core” . This is only the beginning. Where can I find the second book?” ~Maya Twitty
“Could not put it down!!” ~Misty
“I didn’t actually chose this book on purpose but I got it because it was free. After reading the first chapter I was hooked…and devastated. How could you let that happen Lola? I definitely recommend that you read this book…with a box of tissues.” ~Amazon Review
EXCERPT
“Emmy, I miss you.”
“What?” she
asks in a weak voice that cracks as she speaks.
“I miss
you.”
“Why?”
“Since I
met you I have been unable to count in days. I can only count your eyes. How
long until I see your eyes again? That’s the only clock I have in my head.”
“You are
just using my feelings for you so I can help you save the world. Screw you.
Screw the world,” she says flatly.
“My interest in you is a thousand times more
than what it should be. How could you not know that I am in love with you?
Everyone else does.”
“I’m just a
stupid human you have to pretend to be interested in. Get out.” She puts her
head down.
“You blow on your ice cream before you eat it.
When you watch horror movies and the scary parts come up, you close your cat’s
eyes along with yours. You have a picture you took of me on your cell and don’t
think I know about.”
“So, what’s
the point, Marcus? What’s the point of any of this?”
“I was
gonna ask you to face the world because I love you. And you love me. But how
can I ask you to do that when I have a girl and can’t be with you?”
She looks
at me. She has no response. There was nothing she could have said that the two
of us didn’t already know. I take her hands. She had started crying. I wipe her
tears away with my hand.
“I can’t
save the world, Marcus. I’m not strong enough.”
“You can’t
save the world, you don’t know the world. So you have to focus and narrow it
down to the people you do know—your mom, your uncle, your neighbors. You have
to fight for the people that you love. You. Have. To. Fight.”
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About the author:
Lola was seven when she first came to this country from Port-au-Prince, Haiti. She attended Columbia College in Chicago, where her main focus was creative writing. In addition to plays, she also writes screenplays and short stories.
She has been commissioned to write for ABC, CBS and Princeton University. She won the NAACP award for her play "The Bones of Lesser Men". In addition to being nominated for LA Weekly awards. Her work has also received positive reviews from The LA Times, Variety and LA Weekly.
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