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Rovella is a beautiful woman with a cold heart whom blames herself for an unfortunate old family secret that is literally ruining her life. This secret impedes a gorgeous woman from having happiness in her childhood, and throughout her life. Dark secrets; and inner pain leave Rovella unable to adequately give or receive love. Subsequently, one family relationship after another is decimated, or destroyed by Rovella's inability to face the awful horrifying truth of her past. And then a woman of God, an unselfish, wealthy orphan enters upon Rovella's life and, it is through God and the love of Rovella's beloved son an Angel discovers the means to restore Rovella - but, is her arrival too late?
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Rovella Starr is the exciting tale of possessiveness and a gorgeous woman's difficulty to love. This amazing suspense transcends conventional love keeping one turning the pages to explore how and why Rovella, who appears to have money, possession, power and control, transversely manifests (all) love into danger, hate and pure wicked evilness.
In the beginning we meet Rovella as a precocious 14-year old being sacrificed by her aunt Teresa into what will be a loveless marriage. As the story unfolds from Tulsa, Oklahoma to Oakland, California, invariably the sad truth about Rovella Starr is exposed, but is it too late?
This is a fast paced journey for love hindering on diverse ends for one janitor, a slow man’s love, that is sure to move all readers from the beginning to the surprising and unforgettable end! It will be hard to ever forget Rovella Starr!
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When Zebbie J.T. Starr married fourteen-year old Rovella Jean
Jackson on June 4, 1943, Zebbie knew from day one that it was not love.
To Zebbie, Rovella was the prettiest little girl in Tulsa, Oklahoma and
she got her womanhood years earlier than other girls her age and despite
the fact she was the town whore, Zebbie knew he had to have Rovella
Zebbie first saw Rovella at the intersection of Sheridan Road and
Frisco over near the tracks in Dawson in the beautiful city of Tulsa,
Oklahoma. Zebbie J.T. Starr and his friend Earl had been at work for
nine hours loading trains for the white man as they did six days a week,
when Zebbie spotted the pretty girl who would one day be his wife,
tongue kissing some star football player from the Tulsa High School
football team. The minute Zebbie saw her kiss that guy with all that
tongue, in Tucker’s Alley, he wished it were he. The girl was very young,
maybe fourteen or fifteen and Earl told Zebbie that girl already had a
reputation, but never paid it no mind. His over pious mother Mattie had
told him to mind his own business; not that of others and that’s what he
was trying to do.
Zebbie saw that pretty girl again three days later at Walter’s liquor
store on Peoria Avenue near Apache, not too far from where Pretty Boy
Floyd got into that shoot out in 1932 with the Tulsa police department.
This was a Friday, and it was a hot day, what they call Indian Summer in
January for Tulsa, too hot to lift crates on those high trains, so the white
man let Earl and Zebbie off work early today. The “pretty girl,” as Zebbie
called her, was standing in the doorway of the store wearing a low cut red,
white and blue midriff T-shirt with some butt tight, cut-off blue Levi
jeans. Seductively, she was biting into the center of a green Tootsie Roll
Pop. To Zebbie, Rovella was looking cute. He walked around the store
pretending he was looking for something more than the beer he came in
to buy. He heard the pretty girl tell the store attendant, Mr. Frank that
she was waiting for her cousin, Joe Bullet who had the money to pay for
the sucker she was eating. Having just left the tracks, Zebbie was tired,
he looked bad and he had only come here to get a beer; not pick up
women. He didn’t smell good, but he wanted to say hi to the pretty girl
anyway, so when he got his nerves, he walked up to her and said hi. At
first she acted like she didn’t hear him, the way women do sometimes
when they know a man is trying to hit on em and they want to pretend
they don’t know. She was flirting with him and rubbing it in. This girl was
good at what she did. Zebbie could feel his eyes smile at her as she
snapped the rest of her green sucker off the white stick.
When she playfully flipped the sucker’s white stick onto the floor,
Zebbie gave her his best smile. Though she was playing along with his game,
to Rovella, Zebbie was just another big ugly greasy looking nigga from the Railroad
Company who was out looking for some good young pussy, but she had
news for him. Rovella, who was still standing at the check out counter
coyly said hi back to Zebbie while staring back at him with her sexy,
green, villainous eyes. Next, Zebbie walked up closer to Rovella. He
then stared directly into her green eyes and offered to buy her another
sucker. Rovella rolled her green tongue at Zebbie in a very grown up
womanly manner and said, “No thank you, sir. My mama said not to take
candy from strangers.” Minutes later in a surprise move, she stuck her
telephone number inside Zebbie’s beer sack. She had written it on the
back of a tootsie roll pop wrapper. When the cousin she had been waiting
for showed up to get her, his face was so scarred, the boy she called Joe
Bullet scared Zebbie ten steps back from the girl. Out of the store, the
boy with the two-toned face gave Zebbie the “don’t even try it with her
look.” He said, “Come on let’s go,” to Rovella. She went. Then he said,
“Mama will have a fit if we’re out too long.” Next, he dragged the pretty
girl right past Zebbie, who was standing in front of his Plymouth staring
at the two of them like he had seen a monster or something.
“You too young to be talking to that ugly punk,” Joe told his cousin, loud enough
for Zebbie to get the message. After seeing this boy’s face, Zebbie knew
if that boy didn’t have, looks, he sure had a lot of nerve.
About a month after that meeting, Zebbie found out that Rovella
Jackson was so grown up at fourteen that her family had been lying about
her age to try and compensate for the womanly things pretty girl was
doing around town. Rovella was a high yellow, shot-short, shapely, well-developed
young woman who at fourteen had the body of a twenty-year
old woman. Rovella was the talk of the town already on the bar scene
around Tulsa. People said she was a slut who had bedded all of Tulsa’s
sons and was working on the fathers. From what Zebbie could tell,
apparently she either lived alone or had parents that were blind or
impervious to her very open ways. Zebbie’s longtime friend, John
Bertman bet him a hundred dollar bill that he’d never get that gorgeous,
high yeller woman, Rovella to say I do to him in a year.” Zebbie said back,
“Why buy the cow when the milk is free, man.” They both had a drunken
laugh behind that one. Zebbie found himself liking the girl, despite her
suspicious reputation, and he had done a little research on Rovella. By
the time he had taken her out a few times and knew her for six months,
he knew one thing for sure. He knew that Rovella would do anything,
even marry him to get away from that aunt her mother gave her to.
Around town, everybody knew that them Bullets wasn’t no joke. And the
last one you wanted to mess with was Rovella’s aunt, Teresa Bullet. She
had her husband Peter so henpecked, he quit coming to the bar a day after
he married Teresa, and that was 25-years ago. Teresa knew everybody’s
business and when her sister Darnetta gave her that bad child, Rovella,
the town just knew Teresa had met her match. But not even Teresa Bullet
could tame this wild child.
Zebbie was a good OLE country boy from Monroe, Louisiana. His
mother Mattie and his father Bo moved to Tulsa in 1912, because Mattie
had heard about how easy it was for black people to get voter registration
rights and they arrived in time for the largest voter turnout in city officers
election. Mattie was at the head of the table when the Socialists
demanded a second election. She said that was what freedom was all
about, “being heard” and exercising your civil liberties.
Noted Playwright Weighs in on Rovella Starr
Ian Merrick, Producer, Writer and Director, President of Epiphany Films - read Mr. Gary Tavares, play "A Cop's Justice" and found in a letter to Mr. Tavares dated, 12/2003 his writing to be professional, vivid with good construction and pacing of characters. John Daly (thirteen time Academy Award winner) read Mr. Tavares' screenplay and now the talented Mr. Gary Tavares, Screenwriter, Playwright, Author and Poet and CEO and Founder of Tavares Entertainment, LLC has weighed in on Rovella Starr saying:
"Rovella Starr is a brilliant, triumphant, powerful and thought provoking novel! The character Rovella Starr is unpredicatable; therefore, she will keep you turning the pages to see what she will do next. Carol Denise Mitchell does a great job bringing the characters to life and making the story both believable and compelling. This could be Ms. Mitchell's best novel, yet!"
G.A Bixler Reviews Rovella Starr
Rovella Starr Strangely Wonderful..., January 21, 2009
By GABixler, IPBookReviewer "Glenda" (Pennsylvania) - See all my reviews
Rovella Starr (A Love-Starved [...]) by Carol Denise Mitchell has done it! I had not been surprised by anything that has been inflicted by one man to another in any fiction novel I've thus far read. At least that was true before I read Carol Denise Mitchell's latest! The problem is that Mitchell writes her novel as an old-time storyteller and you feel like you are sitting on the back porch, drinking a glass of iced tea, as she tells her story. Whew!
After reading Mitchell's earlier book, What Happened to Suzy, it did not surprise me that her main character, Rovella Starr had been a victim of childhood abuse. I was not surprised to learn that, in many ways, she was just a little bit "crazy." Nor was I surprised when, on her wedding day, her new mother-in-law jumped her and beat her--well, maybe I was amazed!
I also wasn't surprised when, upon having her third child, born dead, and then come back to life, she devoted the rest of her life to protecting him. She kept him close, including scaring off any girl who showed an interest in Ray, while allowing her husband and other sons to come in a neglected second in her life. And, of course, I wasn't surprised when all of Rovella's neighbors stayed away, especially when Rovella thought nothing about having her shot gun handy to keep anybody off of her property.
But when Rovella paid lots of money to a woman who could only be called a modern-day "witch doctor" for a spell to give to her beloved son? Yep, that about did it for me!
And yet, in the midst of the utterly unbelievable tales that surrounded the life of Rovella Starr, there developed a beautiful love story--that between her son Ray and a famous author, Dana Ann Arbor. From the moment the two first saw each other it was love. True, it was a love that most people thought would be over quickly. While Ray was a handsome man, most people felt he was retarded, or at least, not quick in thought and manner. Dana Ann, on the other hand, was known the world over for her beautiful love stories that kept people enthralled. But there was one thing that Dana knew; Ray loved her with a gentle and kind love that she had never known from the successful and worldly men with whom she had previously been involved.
The amazing thing was that Rovella even allowed their relationship to develop as far as it did before she took her first major step. But once she decided to break up the love match, nothing could stop her!
Let's stop until I get another glass of tea...and then hurry back! Carol Denise Mitchell is going to finish telling what that love-starved bitch did to her son...and how this amazing story ends!
You're just not going to believe parts of this tale...but you won't want to miss it. Because, every great love story is bound to have a happy ending, don't you think? Rovella Starr, by Carol Denise Mitchell, a tale that only a true storyteller can place before her readers!
But make sure, you've got something to drink...and maybe even some smelling salts! Again, I say...Whew, this is some kind of tale! Read it--only if you dare!
G. A. Bixler
IP Book Reviewer
Amazing Novel, November 1, 2008
Ms. Mitchell writes a classic compeling novel about Rovella Starr who could be anyone that we know. Her book is up their with the best of writers. The charaters are wonderful weaved to bring them to life. I would highly recommend this novel gladly to anyone who is looking for a good read. I look forward to reading more great masterpieces from this great writer
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Reader Reviews for "Rovella Starr"
|Reviewed by Stuart McCallum
I have just purchased Rovella Starr from your website today, can't wait to read it! From what I have read so far I know your book will be great.
Your NO:1 fan in Australia, Stuart
|Reviewed by Glenda Bixler
|Comment: I, too, get concerned about that Holy Spirit hitting her every single Sunday! Sounds interesting!