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Smile Like You Mean It - Tarot: Eight of Swords
by du Pre - (Jolie du Pre)
 
Category Gay/Les/Bi/Alt Publisher Extasy Books Type Fiction
Pages 34 ISBN N/A Copyright 2005-09-01 00:00:00
Summary
Title: Smile Like You Mean It - Tarot: Eight of Swords
Author: Jolie du Pre
Publisher: eXtasy
Reviewer: Aggie Tsirikas
Rating: 4 Stars
Heat level: S

A drug addicted young woman, Hope, is on a downward spiral. She ends up in a shelter for women after her arrest for drug possession. Here she meets Amber, a former heroin addict. Falling in love is easy for these two ladies, but can they stay clean and healthy?


I found Smile Like You Mean It - Tarot: Eight of Swords to be a very down to earth book with a positive message. I did find Hope to have redeemed herself and to have overcome her bad life choices. Hope is a resilient young woman who is able to rehabilitate herself successfully through her determination and the love she shares with Amber. These two ladies are faced with some challenges that they manage to overcome and in this respect I found the book to be realistic. We’re given a glimpse of Hope’s life pre and post her addiction, told in the first voice, and this makes the reader’s knowledge of her more intimate. I found the dialogue to be down to earth and fit in with the story and its characters. The sex also is depicted more romantically when Hope is with Amber contrasting the improvements in her life like crystal. The gritty approach and subject matter might not appeal to everyone but I found this latest installment of the Tarot series an enjoyable short story. While Smile Like You Mean It might not be everyone’s idea of a love story it is a nice quick read with a fresh appeal.

Aggie Tsirikas
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As I drive, I see Lonell walking down the street. I pull over and honk my horn. He stops, looks at me and smiles. Black skin, deadly handsome, tattoos up and down each arm, and only twenty-two, with a rap sheet a mile long.

I roll down the window. “You got something? I’m dying.”

“Yeah, some real good shit, but I ain’t got it wit’ me. It’s at the crib.”

“Fuck!”

“Calm down, baby. It ain’t far. Let’s go.”

“I can’t. I got work.” I look at the clock. Twelve-fifteen, what was the point? “Okay, get in.”

I needed it and I got dizzy thinking about it. We turn the corner, drive over railroad tracks and past store fronts. Traffic turns congested and music blares out of car radios as we speed by. Dark faces, unemployed, roam the sidewalks. Lonell lives in a brownstone that has been divided into rooming houses. When it was built, it was cool, but it’s a pit now. We park the car. People sit on the stairs and he talks to them. Inside, loud music and more people, some on chairs or the couch, others on the floor. Every time I come to his apartment, Lonell is never alone.

“Come on, girl. It’s in here.”

We’re in his bedroom, door closed. Lonell heads for his VCR, pushes open the flap, reaches in and pulls it out. Like a sledgehammer, my heart pounds in my chest.

“Yeah,” he says, “this some good shit!”

Lonell lights the pipe and I smoke it. Straight to my brain, the smell of scorched metal fills the room. I smile at him, lit. I want him to join me, but he won’t. “I sell the shit, but I don’t fuck wit’ it,” he always says.

I kiss him. His large soft lips cover mine. I’m one of his white girls and I don’t know how many he has. Blocking out the thought, I kiss him harder, pressing my body against his.

His tongue is in my mouth and his hands are on my tits. I reach down and grab his crotch. His large dick is already hard against my hand.

“Get on the bed,” he says, and I do. He pulls my work shirt off, followed by my bra. Then he puts his mouth on my breast. My hands cradle his bald head as I watch him roll his tongue over my nipple.

Just as he’s about to take off my pants, there’s a knock on the door, a deep voice. “Hey, Lonell?”

“What you need, man? I’m busy.”

“We need to talk, dog.”

“Damn! Wait here, baby,” he says to me. “I’ll be back.”

I lay on his bed topless, staring at the ceiling. Soon, in my haze, I fall asleep.

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