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Jada's Journals ~ sex, scandals and superstars

Posted by: Jada on Wednesday, May 16, 2007 - 10:05 PM
Excerpts of my Journals Hi everyone,

I hope you are all well. Thanks for the great emails about my writing! That's so exciting. So here's another bit of my book Jada's Journals ~ sex, scandals and superstars. Please keep coming every Wednesday to read more.

Thanks for reading, Jada

Excerpt from Jada's Journals ~ sex, scandals and superstars (c) 2007 Jada Nichols. All Rights Reserved.

Driving around a curve in their driveway, the house suddenly became visible smack in front of us.

House? Who was I kidding?

Floating on the other side of an expansive blue-green lawn was another spectacular Bel Air mansion. It was big. Big hell, it was huge. A solid shimmering square perched on the hilltop, with Los Angeles spread out below it as the most amazing backdrop. I'd never seen anything like it. Not even on television. Made of rectangular blocks set horizontal of a pale beige glimmering stone with ornate carved stone cornices.

I shook my dazed and seriously confused head. "I've seen museums smaller than that house," I muttered.

"Just wait 'til you see the paintings they've got or so I've heard tell. Never been in there myself."

"Just curious. Any idea how big it is?"

"Paul says it's something like forty-five thousand square feet—"

"What does anyone need that much space for? I'll get lost."

"No you won't. I'll get Paul to do you a color-coded map of the house."

"Remind me to buy you guys some colored markers," I offered only semi-sarcastically.

To the mansions' left, was a one-story building made out of the same materials. To the mansions' right, behind some eucalyptus trees but still visible were three matching mini-buildings. Rita pulled in to the right toward the smaller buildings and parked.

"These are the guesthouses. You know, for the hired help," she drawled it.

"You've got to be kidding me?"

"Just for the record, don't ever ask Paul about being a cop," Rita ignored my small-town girl astonishment.

"Good change of subject," I thought she was schooling me back to my early attitude. "Time for me to quit gawking like an idiot?"

"If you want the job. But I meant what I said about Paul. His career ended with his partner dying in his arms in the middle of the street."

"Oh shit. I'd ask you if he's all right, but that's really a stupid question."

"Yeah, it is. It wasn't his fault. And he killed the two mother-fuckers who shot his partner but he still feels responsible. He quit the force thinking he couldn't take being on the streets, which was a shame. He was a great cop."

"That's really sad. Seems to me LA lost two good guys that day. Does Paul like working here?"

"It keeps his mind busy, it's very different, and he needs that."

"You sound like you know him well."

"Yeah, I do. Ex-lover. One of my few. Great guy. There's not many of them that wind up being your friend, after-the-fact. He's that kind guy."



Thank you for reading, Jada