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Single, sexy, Sahai Martini is a natural born flirt and bona fide gold digger. This scandalous chick is determined to enjoy a life of luxury at some wealthy man's expense. As a television producer for a struggling urban entertainment station, she is under pressure to come up with an original idea to restore ratings, save the station and possibly her job. Combining her gold digger interests with her love of urban music, she creates a killer idea for a hot new reality dating show, but is her personal life quite as thrilling? Can she find Mr Right or will her outrageous ways get the better of her? In this sparkling, contemporary debut, Yvonne Brissett takes us on the fresh, vibrant, edgy journey, of a young woman looking for love in all the wrong places.

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Publié par	Hansib Publications
Date de parution	12 septembre 2019
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781912662081
Langue	English

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THE SWEETEST SOUND
YVONNE BRISSETT
First published in Great Britain by Hansib Publications in 2019
Hansib Publications Limited
P.O. Box 226, Hertford, SG14 3WY, UK
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Copyright Yvonne Brissett, 2019
ISBN 978-1-910553-06-0
ePUB ISBN 978-1-912662-08-1
KINDLE ISBN 978-1-912662-09-8
A CIP catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library
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Dedication
To Mommy and Daddy, Rydel and Albertha Brissett. Thank you for your incredible love, support and passing on the creative gene. Words cannot express how much I love and adore you.
Acknowledgements
First and foremost I would like to thank God for blessing me with this moment.
I would like to thank my family for their love and support. A special thanks to my amazing parents whose love and kindness knows no boundaries. Big shout out to my brothers and sisters, cousins, nephews and nieces. I d like to give a special thank you to the following members; my sister Marvet, for all the love, my brother Desmond, for introducing me to hip hop and keeping it real, my sister Elaine, for the great sense of humour and my brother Lloyd, for the encouraging words. Tamar and Janna, thanks for your enthusiasm, giggles and harassing me to get to the end of this book. Judah, thanks for the love and banter. Sebastian and Olivia, thank you for the warm hugs and your moving mountains mentality. To Vivene, Pierre and Yanique, thanks for the love and the positive feedback. Big love goes out to Reuben, Micah, Nehemiah, Rodney, Marina and Mimi. To my cuzzy Julian, thanks for the vibes and all the positive energy. I d like to thank my cousins Samantha, Kalise and Lymelle for the support. Big shout out to Uncle Tindayle, Uncle Eric, Aunty Melia and the rest of my cousins in the UK, America and Jamaica; Chun, Antonio, Ibby, Keteis, Dwayne, Arlene, Kim, Neil, Lisa, Pinks, Jenise, Rocky, Matthew, Ingrid, Richie, Latoya, Dejah, Cavel, Nathaniel, Sitota, Mickayla, Asheeba and many more. Thanks for the love! I d like to thank my gorgeous goddaughter Ashlee, for the love and hugs and extend a special thank you to all the little ones. A very special thank you goes out to Calvin Jones, for all the love, support and patience. Love you bad!
I d like to thank my friends for the laughter, love, support, patience and encouragement. A massive thank you goes out to Donna Rowe, Yvonne Dawkins, Linda Cunningham, Joanne Asphall, Debra Mitchell, Fitzroy and Marianne Coward, Denise Alleyne, Mandi Kuller, Lalean Pryce, Marverine Cole, Liz Munro, Sandra Miller, Monica Brown, Naylah Ahmed, Norman Samuda-Smith, Ameena Cott, Sue, Dorothy and Marcia Hutchinson, Anisha Divecha, June of the Blackwood family, Marc Ryder, Nigel Weir, Patrick Headley, Nathan Stewart and Chubba.
I would like to thank the following colleagues for their support, advice and encouragement; Michele Paduano, Raj Ford, Abigail Uden, Lindsay Doyle, Mel Parmar-Harper, Dave Hart, Kat Affeldt, Audrey Dias, Sarah Falkland, Andy Knowles, Giles Latcham, Daniel Pallett, Bob Hockenhull, Sarah Foley, Richie Roberts, Jaspal Bilkhu, Harvinder Singh, Basil Haylett, Stephanie Haponski, Rosemarie Jeffrey and Carol Davis.
A big thank you goes out to Julie Andrew, Nicky Pretty, Tamara Cook and the rest of the team at Nationwide Building Society, Bennett s Hill, Birmingham, for continuous support.
I would like to thank Arts Council England for supporting me on this journey. To Alan Mahar and the delegates of Tindal Street Master Class 2012, I would like to say thanks for reading and for your significant feedback. I d like to thank Naomi Jones and the members of the Nubian Readers Book Club. A big thank you goes out to Glen Yearwood, launch director of BET (Black Entertainment Television Networks) UK.
I would like to thank my publisher, Hansib Publications Ltd, for helping me to make this dream a reality.
I d like to say a huge thank you to you, the reader, for picking up this book. I hope you enjoy reading The Sweetest Sound as much as I loved writing it.
Love Blessings Yvonne Brissett
Chapter One
The truth is I like bad men.
You know the type. Tall, dark and handsome, with no fixed address or identifiable occupation. The sort that attracts you like a magnet, usually when you re feeling a little vulnerable and ends up leaving you more wounded than when he found you. Normally it starts with intense eye contact, often at a club or a bar, then a smile. He always has slick words. A compliment that makes you blush, giggle.
Then he makes it quite clear that he wants you in the worst way, but you try and convince yourself he s interested in your mind, captivated by your witty, intelligent conversation. Your mind s telling you no. Your body s telling you yes. A loud inner voice is screaming run but you can t seem to respond. You are literally paralysed in that moment.
The small talk doesn t last long and before you know what, you ve lost your mind! You re running around at his beck and call, always available when he wants to see you, constantly checking your phone to make sure you re not missing any of his calls, cancelling important appointments and taking sick days off work to be with him. You re spending time, money and energy investing in this guy, making him a priority, when the reality is, for him, you re just an option.
I realised my addiction was becoming a serious problem after flying halfway around the world from London to New York. I d gone to visit a music producer who I d met a few months before, whilst he was here in the UK working with an artist, only to find myself stood up at JFK airport. Yep, that s right. His ass was nowhere to be seen. He didn t turn up to greet me, meet me or even ring with an explanation. I headed straight back to England on the next flight home and I ve had no contact with him since.
That was two weeks ago and one of the reasons why my best friend Camara was dragging me out clubbing tonight. Said she was fed up of seeing me moping around the house depressed. Argued she was tired of me dating thugs . Wanted to help me find a nice guy, Mr Right for Me , The One .
The thing is, believe me I wanna meet him. I m ready to do the whole settling down, marriage and baby thing, if I could just get past this bad man stage. But you gotta agree, bad boys are usually the finest, sexiest men with the most confidence and swagger and what can I say? I like sexy guys! However, I promised Camara that tonight I would keep an open mind. Maybe pay a little attention to the shy guy, the ugly guy, the one who blends in with the wall who you could probably take home to meet your parents.
With that attitude I stepped out, dressed to impress.
I knew I was the hottest chick in the club as soon as I walked in. I could feel all eyes on me as I strutted around in my little white Dior dress and Jimmy Choo stilettos. Moving smoothly between the hot sweaty bodies, bumping and grinding up against each other to the pumping, hip hop bass line, I glanced over my shoulder to check if Camara was still behind me. Hot on my heels in a sexy black flimsy DKNY number, she sashayed and shimmied along. I chuckled. See, I got the breasts, she got the booty, so I figure if I walk in front and she trails closely behind, I pull the men in with my cleavage and she keeps them glued with her ass.
Between us, there s enough eye candy for everyone. Right? Wrong!
We d been in the club for over an hour now and not one single man had approached us, asked us to dance or even offered us a glass of water.
This is a joke, Camara grumbled, propping herself seductively against the bar, her dress skimming her thighs, showing off long, silky, milk chocolate legs and strappy gold Louboutin stilettos.
I opened my mouth to agree with her, but quickly changed my tune as I spotted McKenzie strolling into the club. Oh my God! Look who s here, I said, nudging her attention towards the direction of the door.
McKenzie Jackson, Camara murmured, as I deftly slid around her, strategically positioning myself against the bar, so that I would be directly in his line of vision as he came towards us. His entourage flanked him on either side as he moved through the crowd.
He s coming, I said, pinching Camara s arm without even looking at her, whilst licking my lips and smoothing my hair in preparation for his arrival.
Ow, that hurt, she complained, nursing her new injury.
He s in the Premier League. Did you know that? I asked, beaming at Camara.
A footballer s wife! My ultimate dream .
Yeah, I heard he s just signed with a top team.
How beautiful is that man? I studied his piercing dark eyes, chiselled features, flawless ebony complexion, slim, athletic 6ft 4 physique and sharp Armani suit. Flashing a smile, I thrust my already protruding boobs forward, so they jutted out as far as possible. I quickly yanked at the hem of my short, tight, white dress, so that more cleavage would be on display. This was my big moment.
McKenzie! Out of nowhere, a high-pitched voice, then a red blur, completely blocking our vision of each other. He was only inches away!
I scowled at the tall girl, clad in two strips of red material, looking like she d just strolled off the set of an MTV hip hop video shoot. The flimsy silk barely covering her perky breasts, only just about skimmed her ass cheeks! Hoe! As McKenzie slid his arm around her back in a warm embrace, a close up of his large diamond encrusted Rolex was all I got. Yes, that s how near they were, standing right in fr