Authors: Victoria Wells
Heart 2 Heart Publishing, LLC
When Love Comes Around
Copyright ©2009, 2011 by Victoria Wells
When Love Comes Around
is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Other Titles by
A Special Summer
Key To My Heart
To my great niece Michal Mackenzie Ajah Fortt
Sweet baby play on with the angels.
June 30, 2007-August 3, 2007
Lord, I thank you for your never-ending compassion. You are more than amazing.
Mardi, I love you so much. Thanks sweetie for sacrificing your time traveling up and down the highways supporting my dream.
Mommy & Daddy your love knows no boundaries. You can’t even begin to imagine how much of a blessing you are.
A special shout out to my family in Philly, Pottstown, PA, Portsmouth, VA, and Milwaukee, WI, thanks for showing me much love! I love you!
To my sister-girl, Esther Wells, without your constant support this would not be possible. Thanks for always giving a shoulder to lean on when I get tired and encouraging me to go on when I get discouraged.
To my Refuge Evangelical Baptist Church and Thomas Jefferson University Hospital families you have been such a blessing. I appreciate you more than you can ever imagine.
Philly African American Book Club and Diva of Discussion Book Club, you ladies gave a newbie a chance when no one else was willing to do so. From the bottom of my heart I thank you
for showing me much love. God Bless!
Yasmin Coleman and APOOO Book Club how can I express my gratitude? You were supporting a sister all over the internet without her knowledge! Much love and success to you and
Beverly Jenkins and B’land crew – thank you for accepting me into your family. I am so fortunate to have experienced your genuine love and support. Ms. Bev, I want to be just like you
when I grow up!
Gwyneth Bolton you are an angel. I don’t know if you realize how much you give of yourself. And that’s what I love so much about you. Crossing paths with you has definitely enriched my
Please if there’s anyone I didn’t acknowledge please charge it to my head and not my heart.
Peace and Blessings,
resides in Philadelphia with her husband and three children. She has a Master’s Degree in Nursing and works as an adult nurse practitioner caring for adults with sickle cell disease. Victoria enjoys reading, writing, knitting, volunteering, and hanging out with family and friends. She loves to hear from readers and can be reached at
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Table of Contents
The movement of pedestrians, whizzing and weaving along the busy sidewalk, did not faze Starr as she walked in a daze down Chestnut Street, with no particular destination in mind. The warm spring afternoon, which was her favorite time of the year, no longer held her interest. She kept replaying in her head the conversation she just had with Dr. Neil. “Starr, your ultrasound results revealed you have a mild case of endometriosis.” He told her the news nonchalantly as if he said, “The sky is blue.”
The diagnosis blew Starr away. She was not prepared to hear any of this. When she mentioned to her doctor at her annual checkup two weeks ago that her cycle had become a little heavier with more cramping than usual, she hadn’t thought anything of it. She thought it might have been a change in her hormones. Every few years since the onset of her menses her body experienced changes. Initially, her cycle was irregular, then for a while, she had severe cramps and a heavy flow. And a few years later, migraine headaches would attack monthly. So when her body seemed to be reverting to how it behaved in her early twenties, it hadn’t fazed her. After all, she’d just turned thirty-two and figured she was undergoing another change. But now that her doctor confirmed the change wasn’t normal, she was concerned. Really concerned.
It was Starr’s nature to think of the worst possible case scenario. This new condition made her take inventory of her life. In her mind, she envisioned herself an old lady, living with a bunch of cats. Even though she wasn’t crazy about the four-legged fur balls, it would beat being old and alone. Just the thought of such a bleak future was enough to send her into a mild depression.
I won’t be able to have any,
Starr sadly mused as she mentally kicked herself for not settling down and having children. That was easier said than done. It wasn’t like any of the men she’d dealt with were remotely husband, let alone father material.
There was Marcus, the two-timing snake it had taken her five years to break away from. Whoever said you’d always love your first love should be shot dead, brought back to life, and shot again. There was absolutely nothing Starr loved about that idiot. The demon-possessed man had almost single-handedly ruined her life.