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It's Not My Fault I'm in Bed Alone

by Gloria Warren

374 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #02-1240; ISBN 1-55395-525-0; US$31.50, C$35.95, EUR26.00, £18.00

A novel that deals with the challenges of heterosexual and alternative lifestyle relationships. It will improve your life mentally, emationally and sexually. It captures the essence of love, sex, intimacy, foreplay and sensuality in relationships. It gives couples insight on the do's and don'ts in relationships and provides solutions for dealing with challenging relationships. Poetry,plays and short stories are expressed from the heart of true lovers.

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About the Book A novel that deals with the challenges of heterosexual and alternative lifestyle relationships. It will improve your life mentally, emationally and sexually. It captures the essence of love, sex, intimacy, foreplay and sensuality in relationships. It gives couples insight on the do's and don'ts in relationships and provides solutions for dealing with challenging relationships. Poetry, plays and short stories are expressed from the heart of true lovers.

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About the Author Gloria Jean Warren was born in Atlanta, Georgia on June 26th 1971. She is the fifth child out of eight born to Mildred and Joe Warren. As a teenager, Gloria started writing short stories, poetry, song lyrics and plays. In 1993, she won the First Choice Editor's Award for her poem Query of Love. This poem wa published in the National Library of Poetry in the poetry book called Echoes of Yesterday. She graduated frim George Carver Comprehensive High School in June of 1989. She later pursued her college degree at Morris Brown College, where she graduated Cum Laude and received her bachelor's degree in Therapeutic Recreation, May of 1994. After graduation, she worked as an Activity Therapist and substitute teaacher encouraging the minds of troubled youth and adults in mental health and residential facilities. She is the co-owner of mobile ultrasound company called, Life natal Diagnostic Imaging. A company for OB/GYN patients. Presently she is employed as a Police Officer I with the Fulton County Police Department in Atlanta, Georgia.

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Sample Excerpts

Scientists and resarchers seek to find a cure for cancer everyday but they lack the funds to conduct more experimental testing to beat this deadly disease. Meanwhile we lose thousands of our loved ones every year. That is why I will donate some of every book's proceeds to the American Cancer Society.

THE WIFE Two o'clock in the morning , I got up to go to the restroom. While coming back to bed I heard my door bell ring. This was out of the ordinary for me because I never had anybody to ring my bell at that time of morning. I walked over to the peep hole and I looked out. I saw a woman standing at my door. I asked if I could help her. She said, "I'm Janet Smith." I asked, "Who are you looking for?" She replied, " I'm looking for my husband, Mario." I nearly chocked to death. I couldn't believe that Mario's wife knew where I lived. She must have followed him here before. I politely lied and said to Janet through my door, "Mam, you've got the wrong house." She then walked away and I went back into the bedroom. I woke Mario up and told him his wife was here. Mario jumped up and put on his clothes. I asked him, "Where are you going?" He said, "Baby, you don't know Janet. She's only came to one female's house that I was dealing with, and it wasn't a pretty scene." He kissed me on the forehead and rushed out my house. FIGHT As soon as Mario walked out the door, I heard a loud noise. Janet had hit Mario in the stomach with a baseball bat. Then she pushed him around and slapped him. I called the police while they were fighting in the streets. After hitting Mario, Janet finally pushed him in the truck and drove off. When the police arrived, I told them that the people fighting outside had left. Early the next morning when I walked outside to pick up my newspaper, I discovered that all four of my BMW tires were slashed. I had graffiti sprayed on my car hood stating, "Don't mess with a married men, they lie about their freedom to cheat!" After that drama, I didn't hear from Mario again and I didn't care. However, two weeks later, I received a money order in the amount of one thousand dollars and a letter stating, "Sorry for any inconvenience, no hard feelings!"

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