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Posted April 30, 2013 by Nightstand Novels in Featured Book Trailer
 
 

Featured Book Trailer: The Crisis Before Midlife By Mario D. King


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*Genre: Romance
UrbanFic

 

 

*Published:April 24, 2013
*Publisher: MDK Books
*Language: English
*ASIN: B00CIKKYNI

 

Book Blurb

Have you ever experienced a crisis before midlife?

When single father, Malcolm Turner, is questioned by his daughter about the whereabouts of her absent mother, Malcolm decides it’s time to settle down. Malcolm begins dating, Navil Shabazz, a beautiful and intelligent teacher from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Just when Malcolm thinks his life is headed in the right direction, his past returns.

Toya, the mother of Malcolm’s daughter, wants to be involved in their daughter’s life. Jazmine, a lawyer, is an old flame that wants to rekindle their once blissful relationship. Getting caught up in his past, Malcolm finds himself in a peculiar situation.

When Malcolm finds his life at a stand-still, Kameesha Miller, a realtor, is there to assist in putting the pieces of the puzzle back together. As Malcolm becomes the adoration of multiple women, he has a difficult decision to make. When Malcolm decides to take that long walk towards matrimony…who will be the woman standing by his side?

 

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It was 4:00 p.m. and Malcolm was still grading papers. Sitting alone in the classroom, Malcolm got up and began pacing the floor. He stared at the bulletin board that measured the progress his students were making. He began to smile. Then he shook his head as he looked out the window and saw Mrs. Johnson and Mr. Stockwell get into their vehicles. Both Johnson and Stockwell were the eldest teachers at the school. Some teachers complained that the two didn’t have the passion to teach anymore and their methods were now outdated. Walking back to his desk, he noticed Navil waving in the doorway. He motioned for her to come in.

“Why are you still here on a Friday?” Navil asked. “You should be out doing something besides burying yourself in work.”

 

“Hey, I’m trying to get work done so I won’t spend all weekend thinking about it.”

 

“I understand, brother.” Batting her eyes, she continued, “Do you want some company around? I don’t have any significant plans.”

 

Shrugging his shoulders, Malcolm replied, “Your choice.”

 

With her almond-shaped eyes looking directly at Malcolm, she said, “Brother, for the record, I think that you’re the best teacher at this school. I really feel bad. How are they letting quality teachers go when there are some teachers here just collecting a paycheck?”

 

Not looking up at Navil as he was reading over some paperwork, Malcolm replied, “I’m cool; really I am. I’m not messed up about it. I appreciate the concern.”

 

There was indeed a lot on Malcolm’s mind. He very seldom let anybody know what he was thinking. He was one of those brothers who could keep everything to himself without showing any signs of stress. From his writers’ block, Destiny’s mother, the piercing questions from his mom, and now losing his job, Malcolm was at his wits end.

 

Sitting back in his chair, Malcolm placed both hands behind his head as he swiveled back and forth in his chair. “Navil, I know you have something better to do than sit here with me and watch me grade papers while I drown in my sorrow.”

 

“Brother, I’m looking out for you. I got plenty of things I could be doing. I’m trying to make sure that you don’t sit up here all night on a Friday burying yourself in work.”

 

Navil then walked behind the desk and proceeded to pull on Malcolm’s arm. “Okay, Negro, I didn’t want to do this, but we gotta go.”

 

Malcolm tugged his arm away and groaned, “Navil, what are you doing? I have to get this stuff done.”

 

Hooking her arms under his, she tried to lift Malcolm up. “Come on—let’s go grab a bite to eat, and I have something that will help you clear your mind.”

 

Malcolm cracked a smile and shook his head. “You are a persistent little thing, aren’t you?”

 

Navil just stood there with her arms crossed as she smiled.

 

Malcolm let out a long and deep sigh. He swiveled his chair in the direction Navil was standing. He folded his arms and replied, “Okay—okay—you win. I give up.”

 

Malcolm began to pack his things and followed Navil out the door.

 

“YOU GOT TO ADMIT THAT WAS the best meal you’ve ever had.”

 

Malcolm pulled out a Newport and replied, “It was alright! Well, I guess I should head on to the crib.”

 

Navil replied, “You don’t want to come up for a sec?”

 

“I really shouldn’t, Navil.”

 

“Brother, I won’t bite. You don’t have to pick up your daughter, so don’t try and pull that. However, you will have to put that cigarette out.” Navil grabbed the cigarette from Malcolm and put it out with her size 5 pumps.

 

Navil pulled on the sleeve of Malcolm’s charcoal Kenneth Cole coat. Malcolm frowned a little and dragged his feet. However, he let her lead the way to her condo.

 

Still dragging his feet, Malcolm slowly entered Navil’s home. He was immediately impressed by the contemporary décor and the rooms’ color schemes. “This is a nice pad you got here.”

 

“Thanks, I try,” Navil replied.

 

Malcolm continued to look on in astonishment at the perfectly coordinated condo. The walls in the living room were a plum color with white crown molding throughout. The white bordering on the fire place illuminated the light and gave the room a welcoming vibe. Like Malcolm, Navil had her own wall of great African American leaders. But her wall was mostly African American women. Navil’s wall consisted of great sisters such as Shirley Chisolm, Marian Edelman, Maya Angelou, Coretta Scott King, and many more.

 

“You thirsty?” Navil asked.

 

Malcolm gave her a wink. “Since you don’t drink, I’m afraid to ask what you got,” Malcolm replied in a joking tone.

 

“Negro, just because I don’t drink that doesn’t mean I don’t know how to entertain my guest.”

 

Malcolm laughed. “Navil, please—I’m probably the only guest who’s ever been over here.”

 

“You keep on with them jokes. Anyway, if that was the case, you should feel honored. You should want to take a picture with me. Anyway, I have wine and non-alcoholic beverages if you prefer that.”

 

Malcolm replied in a sarcastic manner, “Non-alcoholic!” He smiled and continued, “I’ll take a glass of wine, please.”

 

Navil showed Malcolm around her place.

 

They began to venture towards the hallway that connected the living room to her master bedroom, which was one door to the left of the guest restroom. The wall vibe switched from plum to an earthy color.

 

“I really like the vibe you got going on with your crib!” Malcolm said again.

 

“Hey you know what they say—your home should reflect the image of yourself in a non-human form. So if you have a messy home, more often than not—you will have a messy life,” Navil replied.

 

Malcolm nodded and said, “I can dig that.”

 

AS HALF OF THE WINE WAS NOW GONE, Malcolm was getting a little buzzed and began to relax a little more.

 

“Hey, Navil, can I ask you a question?” Malcolm asked as he begun to clump down on the plush, burgundy colored couch.

 

“Sure, go ahead,” Navil replied as she pressed mute on her stereo.

 

“Why don’t you have a man?” Malcolm paused for a second then continued, “You’ve been in Memphis almost four years, and I haven’t seen or heard you talk about any dudes. What’s up with that? You don’t play for the other team—do you?”

 

“Malcolm, there are only a few brothers that are worth talking to. I’m really not looking for anybody. Most of the dudes I do meet are so immature. The bad part is they are in their thirties. Another thing I don’t understand is why brothers get intimidated by a woman who has confidence in herself and is aware of what’s going on in the world.”

 

     “Navil, I mean you are indeed a nice girl, but you can jump down a brother’s throat sometimes. Your expectations may be too high.”

 

“And…yo point! What am I supposed to do, dumb it down and settle?”

 

Malcolm nodded and replied, “I know—I know. But women are as much to blame as we are. For example, y’all complain about how y’all want a brother who’s gonna do this and do that and when you get a brother who is actually trying, y’all dismiss him like yesterday’s trash. It goes both ways you know.”

 

Malcolm and Navil continued to have a back and forth conversation about relationships. Usually, when two friends of the opposite sex who happened to be single come together, this is what they talk about.

 

“Hey, I admit—I do feel better than I did earlier today,” Malcolm said, slurring his words a bit. “I can’t believe I got fired today. It seems like for every two steps a brother takes, I take ten steps back.”

 

Grabbing Malcolm’s hand, Navil replied, “Brother, I know its f’d up right now. It will get better. I believe in you. It may be a blessing in disguise—Allah is with you!”

 

“What a blessing,” Malcolm said, his words dripping with sarcasm.

 

Malcolm’s eyes began to tighten a little.

 

“Let’s see what type of person you truly are. My mother use to always say you could always judge a woman by the movies she watches and music she listens to. It’s kind of like the old saying, ‘you are what you eat’.”

 

Shaking her head with a smile on her face Navil replied, “What sense do that make boy?”

 

Malcolm walked over to the entertainment center and began to explore her movie collection.

 

“Let’s see…Booty Call, Love and Basketball, Love Jones, and Hitch… Now we got… Raw, Harlem Nights, and The Hand That Rocks the Cradle.” Still looking, Malcolm read, “Lady Sings the Blues, Titanic, and…The Mack?” In mid-laughter, Malcolm said, “I would have never figured you to be a person who would even consider looking at The Mack!”

 

Hiding her face with a pillow, Navil replied, “Well, surprise, surprise.” She lifted her head and continued with a raised brow, “Well, prove your point. What type of woman am I?”

 

“Based upon your selection of viewing pleasure, it looks like you are a crazy, under cover freak with a vulnerable side, looking for love in all the wrong places.”

 

Navil stared at him with a smirk on her face and replied, “Negro please, you full of cow manure.”

 

With his tight eyes, Malcolm turned to her and said, “Seriously, it shows that you are not as uptight as I thought. It shows that you have a keen eye and ear for great pleasantries. It shows that you are a strong woman. It shows that you are stern, yet willing to open up, if the terms are right. It also shows that you have an old soul and value the days of yesterday’s past. You have a different side that you need to show more often. It’s a side that I would like to get to know a little better.”

 

Being unable to control her laughter, Navil replied, “You need to stop with the Billy Dee act. I think someone has had too much wine. You just lost about five cool points.”

 

With a smirk on his face, Malcolm replied, “Call it what you want.” Malcolm’s smirk disappeared and his face turned serious. “The words may have been Billy Dee-ish, and I may have been trying too hard, but I meant what I said about getting to know you better.”

 

Feeling somewhat shocked and vulnerable and not knowing how to reply, Navil said, “Uhm…let’s do it…Uhm…watch a movie that is!”

 

In that exact moment, there was a feeling of bliss and lust in the air. Their eyes were locked on each other. They both felt it; it was undeniable at that particular moment. Navil wasn’t sure if that was really how he felt, or if it was because of the bottle of wine that was now empty.

 

Malcolm leaned against the entertainment system and replied, “We may need to do a rain check on that one. No disrespect or nothing. I dig you and all, but—”

 

By the time he finished his sentence; Navil had walked up to him and placed her finger over his lips. She looked into his eyes and replied, “You ain’t got to say another word. I know you respect me enough to not do something that we both don’t know if we’re ready to handle.”

 

Malcolm grabbed her hands and stated, “How do you do that? How do you always know what I’m thinking?”

 

Navil leaned on the entertainment system with Malcolm and replied, “Some things should just remain unknown. Sometimes you just gotta go with the flow—you know.”

 

Malcolm looked at the clock. It was a little past midnight. Since Destiny was going to spend the weekend with his mom, he wanted to take full advantage of his writing time.

 

“Hey, it’s getting late; I think I’m gone go ahead and head to the crib.”

 

“Alright, do I need to call a cab?”

 

“I’m good. A couple glasses of wine ain’t gone do nothing to me”

 

As he headed for the exit, he stood face to face with Navil and said, “Thank you for a wonderful evening. I can’t remember the last time I’ve actually had some fun. I’ve had a lot on my mind, and this was a great release. You were a special hostess. That mental block I had is now gone.”

 

He then leaned forward kissed her right below her ear lobe. “Good Night, Navil.”

 

“Good Night, Malcolm. I’m glad I could free your mental block.”

 

 

 

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About the author

Mario D King is an author and poet. The Crisis Before Midlife is his debut novel. Originally from Memphis, Tennessee, he now resides in Charlotte, North Carolina.

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