Silver Bullets by Suzetta Perkins

Silver Bullets
by Suzetta Perkins

In this sizzling, exciting novel, four women show that age is just a number by seeking out new forms of pleasure, love, and romance.

Emma Wilcox is fifty-five, has been married for twenty-five years, and has a husband who cooks, cleans, and makes her bathwater but they haven’t had sex in a long time. Queenie Jackson is fifty-eight, pleasingly plump, divorced, has a male friend she entertains and doesn’t mind fixing his favorite meal in her birthday suit while wearing four-inch heels.

Yolanda Maxwell Morris is short, petite, divorced and still turning heads. She often tells men who come on to strong that she’s not interested and that it is her and Jesus—that is until she meets Mr. Phine himself, Illya Newsome.

And there’s Connie Maxwell, Yolanda’s sister, who is forty-nine, never been married, all the while putting pressure on her boo, Preston Alexander, to put a ring on it so she can have his baby before her eggs turn to powder. They’ve put too much pressure on themselves to look exceptional or please a man, and fail to realize that they’re still fierce and fabulous. Life isn’t over because you’re over fifty and in the prime of your life.


Excerpt from Silver Bullets

The Passion Party hostess stood in front of the group with a big smile on her face. She was in her mid-to-late thirties, lean, approximately six feet tall—give or take an inch in either direction, and very attractive, if Queenie had to say so herself. Her skin was a smooth, satiny, mocha color, and her hair was swooped up into a ponytail, although the ponytail’s benefactor was either a Korean or Asian woman from Bali. Her acrylic nails were painted fire-engine red and were at least an inch in length. She wore black leggins’, a blue and white silk chemise that dropped below her knees, and blue, four-inch Prada stilettos that made her look as tall as a giraffe.

“Good afternoon. My name is Taylor Chisolm and I’m your Passion Party representative. You’re going to be in for a real treat this afternoon. And for those of you who may be a little inquisitive or squeamish as to what this is all about, I promise that in the next hour, all of your inhibitions will be tossed to the wind. If at present you’re not sure how to enjoy the body you were given, I’m going to show you how you can exact pleasure for yourself and your man, that’s if you have one.” The shower guests chuckled.

“I’m getting out of here,” Jackie hissed at Queenie. “I thought I was coming to a baby shower, not Sodom and Gomorrah. This is heathen worship.”

“What are you talking about?” Emma asked, getting in on the tail end of Jackie’s rant.

“This crazy mess Yolanda invited us to. I don’t need anyone to tell me how to pleasure myself or my husband. And I certainly don’t need some stupid apparatus to help me. This is sinful. I’m getting out of here.”

Before Emma could say anything, Jackie was on her feet.

“Oh, we have our first volunteer,” Taylor said, motioning with her hand for Jackie to come forward. Jackie froze and stood in the middle of the room with a dumb look splattered across her face. “Don’t be shy.”

With all eyes on Jackie, she looked at Miss Passion Party representative and pointed to herself. “Are you talking to me?”

“Yes,” Taylor said with a smile. “Come on up.”

“Oh, no,” Jackie waved her hand. “This is not my scene.”

Taylor stepped forward and held her hand out to Jackie. “Come on. You're going to be in for a pleasant surprise.”

Not sure what else to do, Jackie moved forward and stood next to Taylor. There wasn’t a happy bone on her face. In fact, Jackie flexed her facial muscles—her nose up in the air and her mouth twisted in disgust. Some of the ladies in attendance whispered amongst themselves while others passed disapproving looks in Jackie’s direction.

“What’s your name?” Taylor asked.

“Jackie, First Lady Jackie O’Neill.” There were muffled moans from the group.

“This must be your first Passion Party.”

“I came here for a bridal shower not some crude display about pleasuring yourself. That’s why I have a husband.” The other ladies snickered.

“I was a little outdone, too, Jackie, but you know my sister,” Connie interjected.

“Hmph,” Jackie said, rolling her eyes at Connie. “I can’t believe you’re buying into this nonsense.”

Yolanda rushed to the front. “Everyone, excuse Jackie. She’s new to the idea of taking care of her body, if you know what I mean. She’ll be alright. Continue, Taylor.”

Jackie stared at Yolanda as if she didn’t have any sense. Instead of moving toward the door, Jackie stood in place as if she was glued to the floor. Taylor took her hand and rubbed a compound on the back of her hand that had a red shimmer to it. “What is this?” Jackie wanted to know, wrinkling her nose.

“It’s an edible powder. Lick your hand.”

“Are you serious? Jesus keep me near the cross.”

“Jesus doesn’t have a thing to do with this,” Queenie shouted, opening her mouth for the first time in ten minutes.

“Trust me,” Taylor said with a smile.

Jackie frowned, grunted, and gave Queenie the evil eye. “I need some hand sanitizer.”

“This little bit isn’t going to hurt,” Taylor said.

“Lick it,” Queenie shouted.

“Yes, lick it,” Emma interjected, snickering on the side.

Jackie continued to roll her eyes. She looked at the back of her hand and then drew it to her mouth. With encouragement from the audience, Jackie stuck her tongue out and licked her hand. “Uhmm, this has a nice taste to it.”

Yolanda, Connie, Queenie, Emma, and the other ladies howled and clapped their hands.


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