Created by B.G. Evans in the very early nineties when his dreadlocked swaggering character made a brief appearance in the very first hand-written draft of the soon to be Book III, Christian Martins was too much, even then. Remember the 90's, when everything was like Cool Runnings—dreaded, natty and filled with calypso soul (soca)? Reggae was alive! Add money, power and sexiness and you know he was so much so that this writer desired nothing more than to breathe life into such an interesting character. The result was Stranglehold. While the story surrounds itself around its heroine, Cicee Taylor, with Christian as her love interest, Martins is clearly the driving force—something obvious to my assailants and of which they took advantage in titling their book.
Jamaican bred, educated in America and at the top of his game; Brooklyn has barely enough room for Christian, let alone an insolent woman who won't commit to him. But in Fort Wayne reared Cicee's mind: Commit, submit—there really isn't any difference. A little girl with grown up ideas about what life and love isn't, she is somewhat forced to learn what the two are when she finds herself in a whirlwind relationship with the man that everyone fears. Affronted by his controlling nature yet held to his magnetism, Cicee finds herself with Christian in a wrestling love…a Stranglehold.
Book II of A Trilogy of Sorts showcases the first in two championed stories which amount to fifty shades of thievery.
“The glory will always go to the hunter, until the lion learns to speak.” —An African Proverb