Please welcome Haydee Gomez from A Love That Disturbs
Did you ever
think that your life would end up being in a book?
Never. I’ve
done my best to keep things to myself.
What are
your favorite scenes in your book: the action, the dialog or the romance?
The romance.
Meeting Maysa and getting to know her has been the best part of my life.
What do you
like to do when you are not being actively read somewhere?
Getting my
life straight with work and school. Things were real bad for me before the book
and in the beginning of it, but I’m working as hard as I can to make things right.
If you could
rewrite anything in your book, what would it be?
All the bad
parts. There are so many and they were hard to go through, although horrible
situations can have a way of turning into something positive.
Do you like
the way the book ended?
Absolutely.
After all that happened, something good came out of it all.
What is your greatest
fear?
That I’ll lose Maysa.
What do you
think your greatest weakness is?
I’ve made many
bad choices, but I’m changing that about myself.
What do you
think is your strongest attribute?
My strength,
both physical and mental.
What is your most favorite memory?
The first time Maysa and I kissed.
Thanks again for visiting
with us today and please come back soon !!!!
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A Love That Disturbs
by Medeia Sharif
Evernight
Teen Publishing/60k words
Interracial/Romance/YA/Contemp/LGBT(Lesbian)
Haydee
Gomez is a former gang member and juvenile detention student. Now living with a
clean-cut aunt, she wants to turn her life around, even though one person will
never let her forget her roots—Rafe, her abusive pimp. Haydee attempts to pull
away from a life of prostitution when she develops feelings for Maysa, although
Rafe isn’t willing to give her up too easily.
Finding
themselves in danger from Maysa’s friends and Haydee’s pimp, it’s apparent
their love disturbs everyone around them as they fight to stay together.
EXCERPT
At least Rafe wouldn’t
bother her for a few hours. He knew it was her first day in a new school.
Haydee blew her nose, wiped her eyes, and left the bathroom. She walked into
first period English and handed the teacher the pass. Students stared. A few
had tattoos peeking from the edges of sleeves and shorts, but nothing like what
she had. She felt like The Tattooed Woman and avoided staring back at them. She
wasn’t in alternative school anymore, where most students had a nasty attitude
about anything related to academics. The students in front of her had their
books open and had been reading and writing before she walked in. They weren’t
looking to fight her and she wasn’t going to fight them.
“Let me write your name
down,” the teacher said. “I’ll make a folder for your work. How do you say your
name? Heidi?”
“No, it’s Hay-dee,” she
corrected Ms. Tookes. “Haydee Gomez.”
Ms. Tookes wrote her
name on a notepad and nodded toward an empty desk, so Haydee sat down in a seat
in the back with a textbook. The assignment was on the board, but Haydee had
trouble seeing. She had lost or broken so many of her eyeglasses in the past
that she stopped wearing them. She was slightly nearsighted and lived with her
blurry vision just fine. Tomorrow she’d come to class on time and get a seat in
the front.
She continued to
receive some stares, but then students went back to work.
Feeling like she was on
display, Haydee twirled the drawstrings of her hoodie, chewed the inside of her
mouth, and smoothed down the baby hairs on her forehead. The door opened and
she was grateful for another distraction. It was Maysa, her pink-and-green silk
scarf glistening under the fluorescent lights. Haydee’s vision sharpened, as if
she could see Maysa clearly, while everything around her was fuzzy. Maysa
caught Haydee’s gaze and smiled before turning to Ms. Tookes. “May I take a few
pictures of the students working?”
The teacher smiled back.
“Take all the pictures you want.”
Maysa had a sunny,
innocent demeanor. Haydee wondered what it would be like to have her life. She
must have two parents taking care of her. She probably had brothers and sisters
who were as nice as she was. Her parents were strict, if she had to cover her
head like that, but they most likely were loving. Haydee’s curiosity
intensified. She needed to know more about Maysa, who was walking to the back
of the room where she was.
“Can I take a picture
of you reading the textbook?” Maysa asked.
“Sure,” Haydee said.
Anything. She wanted to please this girl. Haydee opened to a random page. It
was a Shakespearean sonnet, which was like another language to her. Haydee
liked to read, but not classic works. She enjoyed romance books and read any
that she could get her hands on. They helped her escape from her own reality by
taking her someplace else for a few hours.
Flashes sparked as
Maysa took a few shots of Haydee. “You’re very photogenic.”
“Really?” Haydee looked
up. “Let me see.”
Maysa neared her and
held the back of the camera to Haydee’s face. Looking at the screen, Haydee saw
she didn’t look too bad. Her bun was messy in a stylish way, and her head was
tilted down to her book. Her cheekbones were sharp, and her right side was on
display—not the left one with the black eye. “It’s a nice shot.”
Maysa smiled, and
Haydee blinked, not knowing what else to say or do. She wanted to keep Maysa
talking so that she wouldn’t leave right away. Because of the picture taking, a
few other students had started talking and sneaked looks at the two of them.
Haydee knew they must seem like an odd pair interacting with each other. Maysa
showed her the next few pictures, at different angles. “I have to go now and
get to the next classroom,” she said.
“Oh, all right.” Her
gaze was riveted to Maysa’s slender form as she walked out the door.
Haydee’s phone vibrated
again. When the teacher wasn’t looking, she slid it out of her pocket.
Got a nice dress for
you tonight
Come to my place later
so you can try it on
Red, your perfect color
And just like that, the
moment was ruined. She shoved her phone back into her pocket. Like she needed
another reminder of everything that was wrong in her life. She gritted her
teeth and made fists, then forced herself to loosen her hands. She didn’t want
to think about Rafe anymore, but how could she not? He was like a virus in her
system and she couldn’t get rid of him. She admitted that he took care of her:
he beat up johns who mistreated her, handed over any money he promised her, and
challenged anyone who bothered her on the rough streets of Miami.
If it hadn’t been for
Rafe, she might have been dead at one point, because one of the johns locked
her in a bathroom, threatening to kill her later, and he took care of the
situation. There were the existing issues of earning money and a degree of
safety, but surely she could find another line of work. How would she tell Rafe
that she wanted out without having his temper explode? She had seen him cut a
man’s face with a razor. Would he do the same to her?
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