November is on the right track to success, and she looks forward to living the lifestyle she always dreamed she’d have as an advertising agent. After suffering through countless roommates and ending up in and out of her parents’ home while in school, her dream condo is within her grasp; but a few weeks before closing, she totals her car. She is sure bad luck has returned to her life, until she meets Tracy Stone, who offers her a solution. That offer leads to a whirlwind romance that takes November by surprise.    Charming, dark, handsome, and well-off, Tracy seems to be the perfect man, until he reveals himself to be a little more jealous and controlling than November would like. Excusing his behavior as deep love for her, she marries him, only to learn that this tall, dark, and handsome guy has some demons that could eventually ruin their marriage and derail her happily-ever-after for good. Anna Black  is a native of Chicago and the bestselling author of the I'm Doin' Me series. Her desire to become a published author didn't develop until her late twenties, and she didn't take her writing seriously until several close friends and family members encouraged her to go for it. After signing with Delphine Publications in November 2009, Anna became a bestselling author for her debut release, Now You Wanna Come Back, within a matter of weeks. She has since released over two dozen novels, short stories collaborations. Foolish is her new and most current release under, Urban Renaissance. As she forges her path to success, her goal is to offer page-turning tales to her many followers and fans.This award-winning author currently lives in Texas with her daughter Tyra, fiancee Gregory and her adorable dogs Jaxson and Jasmine. Foolish By Anna Black Urban Books, LLC Copyright © 2018 Anna Black All rights reserved. ISBN: 978-1-62286-673-1 CHAPTER 1 "Thank you, sir," November said, getting out of the passenger side of the Enterprise rental car. It was two weeks after the wreck and her final day of having a set of wheels. Now that the rental car was returned, she had no transportation. The clerk had dropped her off at the towing company so she could get her personal belongings from her busted-up Honda Accord. Her daddy had given her that car as a gift on the day she graduated college. It was paid in full with only 51,000 miles on it. She loved that car. It had treated her so well, and the thought of having a car note made her angry. She already had enough on her plate. God was surely making it hard for her, she thought as she watched the rental car drive away. She opened the gate and walked into the trailer looking for someone to help her, but she didn't see anyone. "Hello," she yelled. When no one responded, she walked over to the little window to see if she could spot anyone, but instead, her eyes landed on her beat-up car. Her baby was over to the left side of the tow yard, looking so pitiful. She felt like a part of her was gone. She walked back out the door to look around outside, and she saw a tall man walking around with a clipboard in his hand. As he got closer, she could see his tanned complexion and muscular arms. She still couldn't see his face from where she was standing, but she could see his blue uniform and black steel-toed boots. Realizing that she had been watching him for a few minutes, she walked down the trailer steps to get his attention. "Hey, hello," she yelled. He didn't look her way, so she guessed he didn't hear her. "Hey," she yelled again, "are you the only one here?" He turned to her. "Give me a moment, ma'am," he yelled back. He started to walk in her direction. His long strides closed the distance between them in a matter of seconds. As he got closer, she could see how good-looking he was. He had nice brown skin and thick eyebrows. His lashes were long, and he had a goatee that looked good on him. When he reached her, she could see he was well over six feet. "Hey, I am sorry, ma'am. I didn't see anyone pull up, so I didn't know you were here," he said. She followed him up the steps and allowed him to open the door for her. "Oh, it's okay. I was dropped off by someone." "I see. How can I help you?" "Well, I was told by my insurance company that I can get my personal belongings out of my car." "Okay, give me a moment." He walked around to the other side of the counter to the computer. "This will just take a second. You can have a seat if you'd like," he offered. She continued to stand at the counter instead of sitting on the vinyl sofa. "Your name?" he asked. "Shareese ... I mean, November. November McKinney." "November McKinney," he repeated as he typed. "And the year, make, and model of your car?" "2014 Honda Accord." "Okay, here it is." He reached over to a board that hung on the wall behind the counter with dozens of keys hanging on it. He grabbed one. "Come on, follow me." He headed for the door, and she followed him out to her beat-up piece of steel. He opened the door a