GOOD TO THE LAST DROP by Elissa Gabrielle
ISBN: 978-0-9790222-0-3
GENRES: Fiction, Contemporary, Erotica, Romance
BLURB
Elissa Gabrielle returns with her best release to date. A tantalizing debut
novel filled with Tenderness, Treachery and Temptation.
What lengths will a woman go to for love?
What lengths will a woman take to keep love?
What secrets will be revealed?
What truths will unfold?
It’s been said those closest to us can do the most damage.
In Good to the Last Drop, Elissa Gabrielle has crafted a hilarious,
sensual and twisted tale that is based on the lives of newlywed college sweethearts,
Amber and Khalil. Lost in a web of deceit, Khalil and Amber struggle to remain
faithful…to themselves and each other. With a memorable cast of characters
that come to life with every page, the story remains gritty, sensual and all
too realistic. What roles will the characters play in this web of deception?
Who can they trust? Shawn, the best friend and voice of reason. Aaliyah, the
gorgeous, yet seductive fiancé’. Shayla, the ghetto-fabulous bitter
ex. Scott, the flaming and flamboyant queen, and Keisha, the loud and boisterous
best friend and confidant. Make yourself comfortable and get ready for the ride
of your life as chickens come home to roost and the strings are pulled from
this fabric of treachery, love and scandal.
EXCERPT
Amber’s phone call left me real disturbed. She called me hysterical, and
I could barely make out what she was saying. I’m nervous. I haven’t
heard her bawl like in a long time. Not since college.
“Oh my God!” I say out loud. “Amber found out about the bachelor
party!”
That’s got to be it. I pick up the phone to call Khalil. But no answer.
What the hell is going on over there? My nerves are bad, because I’m jumping
to all sorts of conclusions.
Nobody’s answering the house phone or the cell. I pick up my jacket and
my keys to head on over there but the bell rings. I don’t even answer.
I’m on my way out anyway, so I’ll just see who it is when I get
downstairs. Again, the doorbell rings but this time, whoever it is, is laying
on it.
“I’m coming!” I yell as I make my way to the door. I open
the door. It’s Amber. Amber’s face is swollen and red from crying.
As soon as she sees me, the waterworks resurface. She’s trying to talk,
but I can’t make out a word she’s saying.
“Amber, stop. What’s wrong?” I lead her into the house and
sit down on the sofa. She’s crying so bad that all I can do is hold her.
I feel so bad at this moment. My heart hurts for her. I’m frantic and
my nerves are shot. I pull her deeper into my arms and allow her to get it all
out. I don’t say a word or ask her any questions. It is deja vu, all over
again.
“Why, Shawn?” She managed to get out between sobs.
“Why did he do that to me Shawn? What did I do? I didn’t do anything
wrong, Shawn. Why?”
I don’t have an answer for her now, just like I didn’t have an
answer for her then. “I don’t know Amber.”
Tears fall from my eyes as I hold Amber close. All I can do is let her know
that I’m here for her. She doesn’t deserve this.
Sometimes I wish that I’d met Amber first. There was no way in hell I
would have ever put her through this kind of turmoil again and again. Not to
mention, more than once. How can you love someone and hurt them this way?
We are both crying now. She doesn’t even have to tell me why she is crying.
I already know. I feel Amber’s pain as if is my own. And the guilt is
killing me. The guilt of setting up the bachelor party. The guilt of setting
up that performance.
The guilt of knowing what Khalil had done as a result. I had nothing to do
with him fucking those tricks. Yet I feel partly responsible. I’d already
planned to tell her the truth in case she asks me if I knew. I’ve never
lied to her before. I’m not going to start now.
