Leaving Barringer, The second Blackstone Family Novel is here!
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A New Novel for a New Year!

Tina Martin Presents


Welcome to 2016 everyone!

I'm happy to announce that the second book in The Blackstone Family series, Leaving Barringer, is now available. This novel tells the story of Calista and Barringer Blackstone. In the first Blackstone novel, Evenings With Bryson, you were introduced to Kalina and Bryson.

Now, you get to peer into the lives of Calista, Barringer, catch up with Bryson and Kalina as well as find out information about other family members. And remember, these books are standalone. Read them in any order you like ;-)

For your enjoyment, I'm adding an exclusive excerpt from Chapter 1 below:
Chapter 1
Calista Blackstone scanned the interior of her bedroom one last time before zipping up the large, black suitcase that rested on top of their king bed – a suitcase she had packed full of her clothes. Not all of her clothes. Just enough. The essentials. Two weeks’ worth for now. She would have to get the rest later.

Blinking back tears while feeling pressure build in her throat, she forced away memories of all the times she and Barringer had made love in this bed, although she couldn’t recall a recent instance. Then again, there was that one time a few months ago, but there was nothing memorable about that occasion. Nothing to brag about to her girlfriends if she was into that sort of thing. (She wasn’t). The intimacy, if you can call it intimacy, was cold, to-the-minute quick, sorely lacking and wham-bamish, followed by Barringer snoring loudly shortly thereafter. There was no cuddling. No, I love you. No good night kiss. No nothing. And she lay awake, yet again, staring at ceiling, wondering how they got to this point while listening to him snore like a bear in hibernation.

That memory alone was enough to push her to the door, but she drifted in thought again, forcing herself to remember some of the good times. Like when they would stay in bed all day, order takeout and go right back to bed. Or when they’d share popcorn and watch movies together in that bed. Or when she would lie against his chest while they watched football or the ten o’clock news. And what about the cool evenings when he would hold her. When he’d run his fingers through her hair while they talked about their days. When lovemaking was more than, let’s-hurry-up-and-get-this-over-with-so-I-can-go-to-sleep, but actually meant something. The memories remained, but those days of marital bliss were long gone. The shipped had sailed. The train had officially left the station.

Still, it was a struggle to go. It was easy to threaten to leave your spouse, but when it came down to it, when actions were supposed to speak louder than words, sometimes the action didn’t speak up loud enough. Calista wanted to change that. And she did.

This was the fifth time she packed a suitcase this year. Fifth. Would the fifth time be the charm? Not necessarily. There was nothing pleasant about leaving her husband. It’s not like she wanted to leave Barringer, but he wasn’t giving her much of a choice these days.

She could admit that the first time she had threatened to leave, it was just that – a threat. She hoped it would be a wake-up call for him that she wasn’t happy. It worked, for a few weeks. Barringer would come home at a decent hour, try to watch a movie with her or do something she enjoyed like going for a walk, but she could tell he had everything else on his mind besides being with her. His body was there. His mind was some place else.

The second, third and fourth attempts at leaving were legit, and they all came within weeks of each other. Calista was pumped up and ready each time. She’d tried to build up enough courage to leave, but failed, going through the emotions of leaving. It was one thing to huff and puff and say what you were going to do. It was another actually following through with it. Could she follow through with it this time? Could she live her own life apart from Barringer? Was she not doing that already?

Back to the present attempt to leave – attempt number five…

This time would be different. Unlike those other failed attempts, she made preparations for this one. While Barringer was busy devoting his time, his life, to making deals and nursing important business relationships at Blackstone Financial Services Group, working well into the night every day of the week, she was at home planning. Strategizing. She’d gone on two job interviews (both jobs looked promising) and she went apartment shopping, finding a one-bedroom place near Kalina and Bryson’s home. She already paid the rent for the first month as well as the security deposit. The place was hers. Last week, she bought a new cell phone and attached service to it, no longer desiring to be connected to their family plan. Family plan…what a joke. She even visited some car lots. She didn’t know how Barringer would react when he found out she was really leaving this time, so she took preemptive measures to check out a few vehicles in case he flipped out and decided to take the Lexus away from her. He very well could have. After all, the car was in his name. Registered to him. He paid for it, like he paid for everything else. It’s the way he wanted it.

Barringer was one of those ol’ school men, not in a gentlemanlike way, but in a rigid orderly way. His belief was that a man was supposed to be the breadwinner of the family. The provider. Didn’t matter that Calista had a bachelor’s degree in healthcare administration and was an intelligent woman with a bright future in her career field. Before they married, he and Calista had come to an agreement – that instead of her pursuing a career, she would be a homemaker, the mother to their children. The dutiful wife who managed the household, cooked, cleaned, made sure bills were paid on time and any other ‘menial tasks’ (his words) he deemed out of scope for a husband. Calista agreed to forego her career to do just that. Why wouldn’t she? She was happy. In love. Married to the man of her dreams. She’d snagged the Barringer Blackstone.

A manly man, he was a little rough around the edges, but still together enough to work in corporate. He was solidly built – iron muscles, tight abs, a killer smile and tall stature. He kept his black hair cut to a shadow as well as the mustache above a set of eye-catching, irresistible lips. And the man could rock a suit like nobody’s business. He dressed nice during work and play, although nowadays, she rarely saw him in play clothes. He was strictly business. Owned more suits than she had dresses. Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, Barringer was a business man. A provider, like he said he’d be. But nearly six years later, Calista wasn’t the woman she wanted to be.

She wanted to be a mother, but they didn’t have any children. She wanted to be a wife, but to who? Their grand, four-thousand-square-feet home? She certainly wasn’t a wife to Barringer, her absentee husband. How could she be a wife to a man who was never there? It was like baking an apple pie with no apples. Sure, you could still bake it, but could you really call it an apple pie if you put no apples in it?

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Next Up:

Catch up with
The Champion Brothers
(Dante, Dimitrius & Desmond)
in the new novel,
Wives And Champions
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