In need of some money quick. Mink Larue and her beastie Bunni head to Texas pretending to be long lost daughter of the Dominions, a wealthy family whose daughter was kidnapped when she was younger. Realizing her task was not going to be as easy as rigging a DNA test, she must also convince her ne...
I like this read, it kept me on the edge. Barron is still a stuck up ass hole that is definitely beginning to get what he deserves. I can't wait to get the next one just to see how far it's gon go. I have to admit that even tho Mink is a fraud I respect her hustle, although she was dumb as hell f...
Candy is another diva in distress, with big dreams of becoming a famous singer. When she thinks her life is about to go from bad to even worse she bumps heads with one of the hottest rappers on the planet, Junius "Hurricane" Jackson. He is CEO of the number-one urban record label, House of Homici...
Noire's purpose for writing this book is for excitement and entertainment. This book surely does set the bar for many other books. Each chapter in the book has many fulfilling and exciting fantasy's in them to bring the book to life. The book goes into such great details about every event that oc...
STREET JUSTICE WASN'T HIS WAY. BUT FOR HIS OLDER BROTHERS, IT WAS THE ONLY WAY. The seven Davis brothers made a promise to their mother on her deathbed: they would each make something of their lives. And they vowed they would watch over eighteen-year-old Zabu Davis, their baby brother. Intelli...
I was just a lost little girl forced to make it in a grown woman's world. A child turned out by the rulers of the game. When you get thrown into a snakepit you better learn how to wiggle! It's all about survival, baby. And not only did I learn the code of the streets, I made my own damn rules and...
CHECK IT. Lamont be my government, but Hood be my name. I earned my stripes chilling up in Fat Daddy's joint, a Brownsville barbershop in the belly of Brooklyn. Some called me a street savior...others said I was just another Brownsville boy gone bad. Whatever. I brung it and I took it too. But wh...
Mink was curled up like a kitten in his pillows. She was dressed in all white: a white wig, a short white negligee, a white garter belt and stockings, and a pair of white spiked pumps. She had a big red lollipop clutched in her fist and she winked her eye at him and gave it a real big lick. “C’mo...
Especially for a child. While the Harlem sun shone above a perfectly cloudless sky, inside the Church of the Redeemer there were lovely pink and blue flowers on display everywhere. There were bunches of them up on the pulpit and at the front of each pew, and a batch in the shape of a cross had be...
At first all I could think about was how nasty he was to be playing around in my morning breath, but then a spark of heat flushed through me that had nothing to do with the rising sun. “Stop…” I whined, twisting away from him. The sheets were nice and warm from our night-time body heat, and I str...
You know a buster gotta come on the scene every now and then and shit on the party, and that’s just what Tai did.“You’ve been running around so much we don’t even get to talk anymore, Saucy. I kinda miss ya ass. So when’s your next assignment?” It was a Friday night and Tai always had to have fis...
He was fucked out. Brody's two women had drained every drop of backed- up cum he had in his nuts and now he was cool and could think straight. Pacing around in that jail cell he'd had a thousand dreams of coming back to this place, but now he wondered why. The crib looked even more run- down and ...
without an umbrella or a hat. From the moment he had asked Pearl to be his woman for life, nothing but clouds had hung over their lives. He didn’t even feel the rain as it slid off his head and rolled down his neck. He was a big dude, and his feet kicked up waves in the puddles of the cracked pav...
The chewed-up rinds from several slices of salt pork lay discarded on the side of his plate, and the bright yellow guts of his over-easy eggs sat congealing in the morning air. He was gulping down a glass of chilled apple juice when the door to his private dining area burst open and Kris Sanfrass...
I didn’t care how they tried to dress the joint up with a mildewed mop or a fresh coat of paint. It was nasty. The food was shitty, the showers were dirty…the whole scene was a lesson on how to live like a dog. I had grown up in Harlem so I was used to junkies, hoes, and thieves, but nothing in m...
Tapping Maleek as his ninth man was a slick, bold move, and it had definitely gotten the attention he had intended it to get. Right about now, that community-organizing niggah Trey was all over Flex’s dick hoping he could pull Maleek outta the game. Trey had sent him a message earlier saying they...
Her words were steady ringing in my ears, worrying me almost as bad as my nightmare had. She was right though. I needed my own cash. G could act the fool at any moment and I needed to be prepared to take care of me and Jimmy. Plus, I wanted to know more about the other women who had been in G’s l...
A FEW WEEKS after his meeting with Xanbar, Hood was moving through the darkness of a tiny project apartment in Ocean Hill, gat in hand. Ignoring the old lady crying on the floor, he stormed into the kitchen and swung his pistol, busting the lip of one of the three crack dealers they’d just tied u...
She jetted out of Mrs. Moreno’s apartment with the sounds of the old lady fussing in Spanish ringing in her ears. Feeling free as a bird, she walked down the streets of Harlem swinging her hips and enjoying the attention her tight jeans and sexy, curvaceous body attracted from the young boys on t...
G’s black ass was dead. I had watched Jimmy blast his whole chest open right in front of my eyes! No, it wasn’t the notorious Granite McKay sitting in that plush armchair in the basement of that funeral home, but it was a stone-cold killer who was dressed like G from head to toe and twirling an o...
Jock sat on a lawn chair looking bored as fuck as he came down off his high. The joint was packed out. The “Welcome Back from the Dead” party for his pops was getting bigger by the minute, and so was Jock’s funky attitude. With Viceroy back on the scene a nigga couldn’t even get lifted as much as...
Noble had known better than to roll up in the cut flossin his Corvette, so he’d cruised into Brownsville on a hog motorcycle he’d refurbished while recovering from his amputation. His Aunt Cathy lived on the tenth floor of a fourteen-story project building. A public library sat on one side of the...
I purred into the phone. Being the sex kitten that I am, I knew I had the dog on the other end of the phone with his tail standing straight up. “Shit, you. You my pleasure, ma,” Papi said with his heavy Cuban accent. It was 12:01 A.M. Even before answering the phone I’d known it was Papi calling....