Join RNIC in welcoming author Sylvia Hubbard to the site! Today, Sylvia is introducing us to her novel, His Substitute Wife…My Sister, which received a 4-star review from one of our reviewers. She’s also doing a giveaway. But first, let’s get to know her.
Tell us about yourself.
I’m a happily divorced mother of three most importantly and a writer secondly. In order for me to be a good mother, I have to write. Writing makes me happy more than anything else in the word. Writing is the way I pray, breath, dream and live. I studied Marketing/Management in college, but I also have a diploma in Broadcasting and minored in Journalism and Computer programming. My hobbies are watching movies and studying about killing people and the effects of love on people. I love the science of both.
When is your favorite time of the day to make love?
The early morning when my senses are just waking up. I love going from 0 – 1000mph in fifteen minutes. Twice is nice if we have the time and he has the stamina.
What are your pet peeves?
Women who wear their fake hair too long, Men who don’t clean their fingernails, people who don’t floss and there is food particles in their front teeth and people who don’t read books but want to write a book.
What type of music do you listen to? Neo-Soul and contemporary jazz & gospel
What are your favorite types of movies to watch? Action/adventure and/or romantic comedy.
What types of books are on your bookshelf at home?
WhoDunit Series, Dummies Guides, Chris Gardner’s books (signed) and two Beverly Jenkins Novels (the rest of hers I collected as ebooks).
If you could live anywhere in the world, where would that be?
Detroit (Even though that’s where I live now). I know people hear a lot of bad thing about this city and a lot of bad things have happened to me because of this city, but I’m a Motown Moxie til I die!
Are you a good friend?
I’m a great friend. I care unconditional and would give the shirt off my back. As a girlfriend, not so much. I’m come to recognize the men I write about will never compare to real life and my dad broke the mold when it came to good men, so that’s been hard to find and it’s just so hard to lower my standards.
What flowers would be in your ideal bouquet? Orchids of all colors.
What is your dream car and why?
A 2012 Ford Escape. It’s an SUV that gets medium car gas features. Great for long trips and big enough that I can carry the family around, but small enough so it doesn’t feel like a truck. In the city, you need something big and for the winter, you need something that can turn into a monster for the roads. I love the design of it and that’s the last year before Ford messed up and turned it into an ugly crossover vehicle.
What is your favorite body part on a man or woman?
His neck, right behind his ear. I love burying my face right there and smelling him, then nipping softly.
Finish this sentence:
You gotta love a man who… uses big words and smells good.
Life has never been worth living for Charisse before her father died. After three attempts to kill herself were unsuccessful, she makes a deal for release from hell on earth, with one of the people who made her life what it was.
It wasn’t until Chyna finds out that her husband, Parker Mills, was having an affair with her twin sister, Cheyenne, that she realizes she’s losing the best thing she’s ever had. Feeling the ultimate betrayal by her own sibling, Chyna knows she has to do whatever it takes to keep her husband and give him what he longs for – a baby. Knowing that she’s unable to have children and Cheyenne is afflicted with the same condition, she decides to go to the only person that can help her save her marriage – her younger sister, Charisse.
In the end, one sister will die, another will lose everything and one will get everything that she wants.
The doors to her hospital room opened and Charisse still pretended sleep. Whoever it was came over to the bed and stood a moment, placed something down by her table and then she heard the door closed. After a few more moments when she didn’t hear anything, Charisse breathed a sigh of relief and slowly opened her eyes.
“You’re so bad at playing possum, Charisse,” a deep voice said quietly in the dim corner of the room.
If she could scream she would have, but her throat hurt too much.
Parker Mills approached the bed looking larger than life and sinfully handsome in a custom tailored pinstriped suit. His brownish nutmeg hair was freshly cut to a medium height like Boris Kodjoe in the Tyler Perry film. His smooth light brown skin was flawless and he looked as if he were clean-shaven by the good lord with a perfect cut moustache over his medium thick dark cerise lips. His wide jaw and arrogant chin gracefully accentuated his thick neck and broad strong shoulders.
Parker stood only 5’11”, but how he carried himself along with the brawniness of his body made him seem taller.
‘Maybe money made a man bigger,’ Charisse guessed.
Swallowing her alarm, she hoarsely asked, “Why are you sneaking in my room?”
“I wasn’t. I just have a quiet walk.”
Still being strapped on the bed, so she couldn’t look down on the floor to see if he had shoes on. Her hearing was excellent and she knew whoever came in the room walked out. This was all a moot point. “What do you want?”
He held up straws. “The nurse asked me to place them on your table by the cup Chyna just brought in.” He did this.
“Should I thank you?” she asked sarcastically.
His eyes narrowed just a little along with his head tilting, but then casually, he said, “No need.” His tone of voice sounded royally as if she should have. “I came in here to assure you that after your stay in the hospital, I won’t feel you’d be a burden to us in our home.”
Charisse thought it was odd of him to try to make her feel comfortable. This was about the longest conversation she had with her brother-in-law and he didn’t seem at all like the person Chyna made him out to be.
“My brother had asked if he could stay with us about three years back and Chyna didn’t like that, so I turned him away. The next day, his wife shot him.” A look of regret filled his dark brown mahogany eyes. “Plus, I know how you feel right now.”
“You do?” she asked sarcastically. “You’ve tried to kill yourself?”
He flushed which brought out these handsome dimples in his cheek. “No, and I don’t know anyone whose tried or accomplished. I was referring to having your stomach pumped. I ate a whole bucket of Playdoh on a dare when I was nine. They pumped my stomach and it was horrible.” He came close to the bed. So close she could smell his almond cologne and she braced herself from his proximity.
“Move back!” she snapped angrily.
He stepped back confused as to what he had done to make her get upset.
Charisse sighed trying to relax. “I don’t like … I don’t like things close to me. Touching me.”
“Oh… yes,” he said, feeling embarrassed as he remembered what Chyna had told him. “I forgot.” Now he felt uncomfortable, because he didn’t know how to respond to this.
Here’s info on the giveaway!
Prizes: 5 Readers of His Substitue Wife…My Ssiter will receive a free eCopy from Smashwords of Deceptive Nights by Sylvia Hubbard.
Eligibility: You must be a subscriber to the RNIC newsletter.
How to enter: Leave a comment with your name, email, and your Favorite Character from His Substitute Wife. Follow @sylviahubbard1 on Twitter and subscribe for updates at www.Sylviahubbard.com
Deadline: March 28, 2014 at 11:59 PM EST
Note: By participating in this contest, the winner has given permission to RNIC to share his/her name and email address with the person conducting the contest so they can forward the prize(s). Prizes opened to U.S. and international entrants.
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