Happy Sunday!! Today I'm revealing the soundtrack and sharing a short sample from Home, which is available for pre-order. CLICK HERE to pre-order your copy. Price increases on 3/2/15.
Soundtrack:
“Again”
John Legend
“The
Beginning…” John Legend
“Coming
Home” John Legend
“Good
Morning” John Legend
“Green
Light” John Legend
“Comin’
From Where I’m From” Anthony Hamilton
“Hard
Times” John Legend & The Roots
“Used
To Love U” John Legend
“Dreams”
John Legend
“Life
Has a Way” Anthony Hamilton
“Better
Days” Anthony Hamilton
“Another
Again” John Legend
“Blame
Me” Jaheim
“Baby
Girl” Anthony Hamilton
“The
Truth” Anthony Hamilton
“Sista
Big Bones” Anthony Hamilton
“Since
I Seen't You” Anthony Hamilton
“Just
Don't Have A Clue” Jaheim
“Caught
Up” John Legend
“So
Gone” John Legend
“The
News” Anthony Hamilton
“Matter
of Time” Kem
“Why”
Anthony Hamilton
“Hard
to Breathe” Anthony Hamilton
“Everybody
Knows” John Legend
“Satisfaction”
John Legend
“Each
Day Gets Better” John Legend
“Send
it On” D’angelo
“Show
Me” John Legend
“Save
Room” John Legend
Excerpt:
Prologue
Mrs. Roundtree was my sixth grade
teacher. Now, one thing you need to know about a twelve-year-old boy: anything
can translate into sex. With Mrs. Roundtree, it was her smile. She had the
sexiest smile. I don’t think Mrs. Roundtree meant to be sexy. She just was. She
had a talent for making everyone feel special with her smile. But to me, her
smile said, “I want you, Ivan.” I spent my days fantasizing about what it would
be like to touch Mrs. Roundtree’s legs. She always wore skirts and dresses and
those soft, full legs mesmerized me. I wanted to taste those full lips of hers,
too.
Once, I won a school-wide spelling
bee, and Mrs. Roundtree hugged me. I dreamt about her soft body from that day
forward. She hugged me again when I lost at district. See, she did care. When
the school year was over, she kissed me on the cheek for being such a good
student.
She was smart, too. She interjected a
little black history into every lesson, whether it was math, English, or
science. She taught me that black people could be whatever they wanted to be.
I never forgot Mrs. Roundtree or her
mind or her body. She became the perfect
model of a woman for me. A brown goddess with a good mind, a nice smile, nice legs,
wide hips, and full breasts. She made me fall in love with women, brown women
to be exact. So I think Mrs. Roundtree is to blame for me being the way I am.
Yeah, it all started with her.
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