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Diamond In The Rough: Heart of Detroit Series
Diamond In The Rough: Heart of Detroit Series
Diamond In The Rough: Heart of Detroit Series
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Diamond In The Rough: Heart of Detroit Series

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Rob had all but given up on himself. A convict doomed to suffer for the rest of his life, he kept to himself... until he saw her...

Diamond

A dame like no other and one he found himself obsessed with possessing.

Diamond In The Rough is a story of chances, stealing, and love inside the City of Detroit & a man where all hope is gone.

Can one woman change his destiny?

Or will loneliness take over and leave him hopeless?

Another addition to the Heart of Detroit Series that will leave you wanting more.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateNov 28, 2010
ISBN9781466132962
Diamond In The Rough: Heart of Detroit Series
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Sylvia Hubbard

Detroit native, Sylvia Hubbard, a single mother of three, has worked tirelessly to promote and encourage emerging writers in Michigan. She independently published her first romance novel in 2000 and has continued to write in that genre, sometimes venturing into other sub-genres. Always urban and contemporary styled, her writing is enjoyed all over the world. She has published 8 paperbacks and over 30 e-books.The same year she published, Ms Hubbard also created Motown Writers Network to fill the lack of education and networking for Michigan authors online and offline. By 2004, she was frustrated that all the literary conferences had moved too far away from the city and co-created The Essence of Motown Literary Jam Conference held only in the City of Detroit annually.In addition to romance writing, Hubbard has been featured at various conferences and workshops all over the United States and Canada, where she has taught authors how to sell their books on the Internet. She also published Internet Marketing for Writers & Businesses as a resource for those unable to attend her workshops. In the upcoming year, she will be featured in several anthologies and plans to publish additional e-books.

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    Diamond In The Rough - Sylvia Hubbard

    Part One

    It had been three days since he had seen her last. Rob had a schedule he stuck to and she was apart of it.

    Five-thirty a.m.: get off work. By six, he was getting breakfast and coffee and then at six-thirty he was turning down his street where he had seen her at the bus stop on her way to work. He could tell by the way she was dressed she was on her way to work. She didn’t wear a uniform, but she was dressed in business attire. Except on Fridays, she usually wore some jeans or a nice blue jean skirt that accentuate her muscular calves, her thick thighs and her nice grippable hips.

    There was a time or two he had been tempted to stop and talk to her but for some reason he had a feeling she was above his station. It wasn’t that he was intimidated by her. He just felt she most likely taken or she was one of those twenty-first century busy women who had no time for anything.

    A certain respect came to mind when he saw her and seeing her at the bus stop gave him assurance there was A God and He still made beautiful things man could enjoy looking at.

    Part Two

    On the third day in a row when he didn’t see her, he began to worry yet it seemed futile. He found himself unable to go about his regular day as normal, curious to her whereabouts.

    As he was getting off work the next morning he was oblivious to anyone as he clocked out and hurried to his car. He was way ahead of schedule by the time he reached the gas station which wasn’t that far her bus stop. He looked down the street before going in to pay for gas, but did not see her. So occupied in getting back outside, he disregarded getting the cheap coffee.

    Coming back to his car, he pumped his gas, but kept his eyes glued on the bus stop. Just as he was replacing the lid on his tank, she walked across the street and stood there.

    Rob’s heart raced in excitement just seeing that today was a Friday and she wore the delicious blue jean skirt. Jumping in his car, he almost burned rubber driving out of the station. He forced himself to slow his roll as he neared his street to turn down.

    Damn!

    A car had stopped in front her, blocking Rob’s view.

    She was shaking her head with a plaintive expression on her face and desperately looking down the street as if just her eyes could make the bus come faster.

    Part Three

    Disappointed that he was going to miss the opportunity to see her fully, he turned down the street just as a large dude from the car blocking Rob’s view got out of the car and came around to her.

    As an afterthought, Rob looked in his rear view mirror to see her backing away and still shaking her head at the large man.

    Immediately, Rob turned the car around and drove up to the corner where he was only a few steps away from the bus stop.

    By this time the large dude had her pinned against the fence that was behind the bus stop. Although their bodies weren’t touching, the large dude was pretty close.

    She looked his way with a desperate expression on her face.

    Unsure if he should get involved, Rob only stood out of his car on the driver’s side. Hey, I’m sorry to bother you guys, but I need to know where La Salle Boulevard is? I got mixed up-

    Fuck off and find your own way ‘round! the large dude barked.

    The woman moved closer to Rob with a look of relief. Um, what street? she asked moving to Rob’s car.

    Her voice was soft with a proper accent. She certainly couldn’t be from the hood. With her blue jean skirt she wore a matching vest and underneath a light pink baby doll shirt with matching pink heels and bag.

    La Salle, Rob repeated as she came closer to the car. All the times he’d seen her he’d never noticed how flawless her warm nutmeg skin was and how silky her dark brown hair looked. He was mesmerized as even more details about her including her ample low neckline emerged because of her full breast, which were more than a handful and the hazel doe eyes that sensuously sparkled all on their own.

    I think it’s down the street two blocks away. She was speaking slow, looking out of the corner of her eyes.

    The large guy stood there for a minute, but then got in his car and drove off burning serious rubber to show how pissed he was Rob had stolen his dime piece.

    She sighed in relief. Thank you, she said gratefully. Stupid oaf couldn’t understand no means no.

    Rob couldn’t believe he was having a conversation with her. A normal conversation. If it wouldn’t make you feel uncomfortable I could stay right here until your bus came, he offered.

    She looked a little bit wary by this offer and only shrugged her shoulder. It should be here at any moment, and La Salle is really right down the street.

    He chuckled. Ma’am, I was never looking for that street. I was just cock blocking.

    She wasn’t that naive and quickly put everything together. Well thank you for that, she said thankfully, coming closer to the car so she could lean on it to reach over and extend her hand. I’m Diamond Peterson, but most people call me Michelle.

    Rob Nixon, he said, treasuring the handshake not believing he was actually touching her silky warm skin. She was like a drug and just a little made one want more.

    Before more could be said, the bus was coming. She pulled her hand away gently, waved goodbye appreciatively and got on her bus.

    Rob’s heart did a back flip at her perfect smile she graced him with before disappearing on the bus.

    Part Four

    All fricking night long, Rob’s mind was a million miles away. Even when his co-workers ragged him about his past, he didn’t flinch. He was too occupied with how he was going to strike up another conversation with Diamond.

    He tested her name out on his lips since he’d driven away.

    Even though others called her Michelle, he liked the name Diamond. He’d never owned one and the idea of making her his, incited feelings he hadn’t felt in a long time.

    This was more than just physical for him and he knew meeting her couldn’t be a onetime thing.

    But the past. . .

    That thought lingered with him in the back of his mind, but that still didn’t stop him from thinking of possibilities with her.

    With Saturday arriving, he knew there was no possibility of seeing her, yet still found himself looking at the corner where her bus stop was as he arrived home Saturday morning.

    After getting a couple of hours of sleep, he showered and dressed to go into his appointment he had every Saturday. For the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel uncomfortable or confined as he sat in the lobby with everyone else who most likely was either like him or even worse.

    Nick greeted him as he walked in the office and frowned. You look different Rob, he noted. Are you feeling well? Nick was a tall slim white man. As always he was dressed casual and looking as if he had just finished watching a football game.

    As long as Rob had known Nick, he’d never seen the man get upset about anything and he hoped to have Nick’s casual calm that seemed to come too easy.

    Being calm had never been Rob’s forte in

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