First Family Secrets Blog Stop

Book Title: First Family Secrets

Paperback Pages : 290

Genre : Christian Fiction

Publishing Company: Dorsey Publication

ISBN:  0692250905

ISBN: 978-0692250907

Meet The Author

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Makasha Dorsey Bio

Makasha Dorsey is an award-winning author, motivational speaker and publishing industry

publicist.  In May 2014 Dorsey released “First Family Secrets”, the first book in The Church

House series. In addition to writing full length literary works, Makasha likes to challenge her

creativity by writing shorts stories and personal essays. She published her first short story My

Best Friend’s Brother in early 2012 and is a contributor to Surfacing … Phenomenal Women on

Passion, Politics, and Purpose (2006, Outskirts Press) and The Motherhood Diaries (2013,

Strebor Books). She blogs about being a writer, mother, wife, woman and Christian over at a

http://www.MakashaDorsey.com and has written for Bridal Tribe Magazine, The Midwest Book

Review, The Daily Times Leader, and ModVive Magazine.

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“A secret worth killing for threatens to destroy two families and an entire

congregation.”

Synopsis :

As a child, Tangela Houston experienced “sanctified” cruelty at the hands of her doctrine driven

mother. Had it not been for her father’s kind, faithful heart and a desire to find her true self,

she would have gladly exchanged Christianity for a pair of designer boots. But when she accepts

an invitation from Felecia Williams, her mentor and direct supervisor, to visit Greater

Tabernacle Christian Center, Tangela rededicates her life to God at the feet of Pastor Keith

Mitchell, a man who would do anything to keep secrets from his past hidden. She even bumps

into college crush turned professional football player Eric Parker and rekindles the old flame.

Her confidence in her newfound relationship with the Savior and Eric is shattered when she

finds herself accused of murdering Felecia and in the arms of David Moss, the newly appointed

minister of music, who is tied to her in a way that will change her life forever.

Excerpt :

Tangela waited for her mother’s loud, commanding voice to slice through the morning’s thick

quietness. Terrified that something would tick off the woman, who was already short fused and

looking for a reason to spank the child, Tangela scanned the room and decided to straighten

her covers, fluff her pillows, and tuck the stray hairs back under her headscarf. She lay on her

pillow, staring up at the pink floral printed canopy delicately tied to the white washed, solid oak

four-post bed.

It won’t be long now, Tangela thought as she listened to her mother make her way down the

hallway.

As much as she wished her father would make the morning wake up rounds, Tangela knew it

was totally out of the question. Her mother, First Lady Ruthie Houston, thought it totally

inappropriate for a man to see a young girl in her pajamas, even if the young girl was his

daughter. Mama, as Tangela called her with biting contempt, would rather have her teeth

knocked out than to allow her daughter to live a normal life. It would take a strong person to

knock out those teeth as Ruthie stood at five-foot-eleven and stoutly weighing at least 240

pounds.

Everyone outside the walls of the Houston home pegged Ruthie as a loving wife and doting but

strict mother. Unfortunately, Tangela knew the real woman behind the long skirts and loud

amens. Ruthie took being the wife of a Church of God in Christ pastor to a whole new level. The

woman enjoyed her husband’s position and absolutely refused to have anyone, especially their

child, cloud his name. Tangela had to be well-behaved at all times and adhere to all of the rules

set forth by the Church and by God’s Word.

Other children could watch television, go swimming, and ride the bus to school. Tangela’s

mother subscribed to the belief that everything fun was sinful and didn’t mind letting her

seven-year-old daughter know it.

“Amy can do whatever her parents allow,” Tangela’s mother told her after she asked to go to

the girl’s birthday party. “No child of mine is going to a pool party. Good girls don’t wear

swimsuits and should not be seen in public in soaking wet t-shirts.”

“But,” Tangela said.

Ruthie slapped Tangela across the face and proclaimed, “You will do as I say.”

Tangela ran her hands across the spot her mother slapped the night before. She looked at her

closed door and then at the old-fashioned alarm clock on her night table. The short hand

pointed to the seven—the long hand, to the four. Since it was Sunday morning, Tangela’s

mother wouldn’t come into her room for another twenty minutes. School days were different.

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Monday through Friday she left home by 7:30 a.m. dressed to the nines. Tangela road forty-five

minutes to attend Holy Lambs Christian Academy. She didn’t know what was so private about

the school because she knew everyone there.

“The school is private because unruly children cannot attend school with good kids like you,”

Ruthie explained while looking at Tangela through the rearview mirror at the beginning of the

school year. “Public schools are for them, the bad kids.”

Saturdays brought about entirely different challenges. While other children slept in or rose

early to watch cartoons, Tangela got up at six for breakfast and then accompanied her parents

to the roughest parts of town to witness to sinners.

She liked visiting sinners because they usually had children. While the grown-ups talked in the

living room or the kitchen, the kids played outside. If it was cold or rainy, they watched

television in another room, away from the adults.

A few Saturdays ago her parents went on vacation, so she went witnessing with Leroy and Judy

Rice, members of Tangela’s father’s church who happened to teach at Holy Lambs. Tangela

liked Mr. Rice more than she liked Mrs. Rice. Judy was almost as mean as Ruthie.

The sinner she visited with the Rice’s lived in Open Arms Housing Projects. Tangela looked

fearfully at the broken windows and graffiti brick as Judy urged her to walk faster. A man

wearing a torn, red plaid shirt and white tight underpants limped quickly toward the trio

shouting cuss words, angry that Leroy refused to acknowledge him as he begged for money.

The sinner woman opened the door and invited them in just as the man started cussing.

Tangela had never seen a home so poorly kept. Papers with crayon scribbles covered the glass

coffee table, stuffed animals made a soft mountain on the blue velvet love seat, and the carpet

had visible dirt stains. But the woman, who introduced herself as Karen, proudly offered

everyone a seat and then called for her children to come into the living room.

Two girls, who appeared to be seven or eight, ran into the living room still in African-American

Barbie pajamas. Tangela had never seen Black Barbie dolls. The girls were not dressed properly

for company but appeared happier than all the kids who went to church with her.

Tangela looked around and waited for the rest of the family. No one else came. There was just a

mommy, no daddy—and the two girls.

Leroy and Judy followed the same routine as Tangela’s parents, adults in the front talking, kids

playing somewhere else. The mom with no dad for her children told the kids to play in her

bedroom because it was the only one with a television, and the crime was too bad for them to

play outside.

The girls decided to play dress up. Tangela stared around the room, amazed at all of the grown

up girly stuff. There were red dresses, see through animal print scarves, and perfume bottles.

Make up and nail polish littered almost every surface. Karen’s clothes looked like they belonged

to a rich woman, nothing like the old-lady clothes her mom wore. A thick, satin red bedspread

with matching pillows covered a heart-shaped bed.

The oldest girl, who couldn’t have been more than a year older than Tangela said, “Before we

get started, we should introduce ourselves. I’m Mercedes, and this is my sister, Lexus.”

Tangela laughed and said, “Those aren’t your real names. You’re trying to trick me. Mercedes

and Lexus are cars.”

“We know they’re cars, but they’re our names, too.”

“My name is Tangela. I’m sorry for making fun.”

“That’s okay, your name sounds like a fruit,” Mercedes said while looking in her mom’s vanity

mirror trying to untie the knot in her headscarf. “You are pretty and light skinned like my sister.

I’m black ‘cause my daddy is real black. Is that your momma and daddy up there talking to my

momma?”

“No. My mom and dad are on vacation.”

Mercedes rolled her eyes. “So, who do you look like?”

“I don’t know,” Tangela said after she thought about it for a few moments.

“Your momma and daddy must be light just like mine,” Lexus said.

“Nope. My mom and dad are the same color as Mercedes.”

Both of the girls looked confused. Mercedes said, “Then your momma don’t know who your

daddy is. My momma’s girlfriend doesn’t know who her little boy’s daddy is. It’s okay ‘cause

your daddy must be too stupid to know. His feelings won’t be hurt ‘cause he’ll probably leave

your momma to raise you by herself just like our daddies.”

Tangela shook her head. “My daddy loves me. And I don’t have to look like anyone. I look like

my own self.”

Lexus yoked her neck as she scolded Mercedes. “Momma told you about being in grown folks’

business. You’re gonna get a whuppin’ if you don’t shut your mouth.”

Mercedes sighed, sucked her teeth, and said, “Come on, girl. Let’s put some make-up and high

heel shoes on.”

Excited, Tangela mimicked Mercedes’ dress up technique. She had never played dress up. Her

mom didn’t have stuff she wanted to play with anyway. All her mom ever wore was long-

sleeved black dresses and skirts that nearly touched the floor. She didn’t wear makeup and only

wore white on first Sundays.

“Tangela,” Judy called, “let’s go.”

Tangela rushed to put on her shoes and headed up the hallway. The girls waved goodbye to

each other.

“Where do you think you’re going looking like a Jezebel?” Judy grabbed her and wiped her face

with a Kleenex, and said, “You just like your momma looking like some street walker.” She hit

Tangela hard on the back, just above her shoulder blade.

“You can take a child from its momma, but can’t take the momma out the child,” Leroy said.

Mercedes and Lexus’ mom looked embarrassed and asked Judy and her husband to leave. She

screamed something about them being hypocrites and that God would get them for mistreating

a child like that.

“We didn’t mean you,” Judy tried to clean up her statement.

“You just meant people who wear make-up like me.”

Tangela went home that day, not mentioning any of the things that was said or done while out

witnessing. Mercedes’ words did cause Tangela to wonder because she really didn’t look like

her mother or father.

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“Maybe my daddy really isn’t my dad, and it makes Mama upset,” she said to Lily, her pillow

baby. Tangela used a small pillow as a baby doll.

“Dolls are not allowed in my home,” her mother told her grandmother, who had purchased

Tangela a Cabbage Patch Kid with real hair. “It encourages girls to become unwed mothers.”

“Tangela,” her mother called from the hallway, “get out of that bed.”

Tangela tucked the pillow baby under the other pillows, and jumped out of bed. One foot

landed on the light green, shag rug and the other slid into her slippers just before her mother

turned on the light. She stood in place and squinted as her eyes adjusted to the light beaming

from the 100-watt bulb overhead.

“Stop looking crazy! You know that since your daddy has been elected regional superintendent

of our church we have to get there on time!” Her mother walked over to the closet, pulled out a

long sleeved, ankle length, navy blue sailor girl dress, hung it on the back of the door, and said,

“Make your bed! Only nasty people leave their beds unmade.”

After straightening out the fitted sheet, Tangela crafted perfect hospital corners with the flat

one over the mattress at the foot of the bed then made sure it laid smoothly over the fitted

sheet. She placed her perfectly-fluffed pillows in front of the headboard before going into her

bathroom to wash up.

She took off her pajama top revealing her white spaghetti strapped tank top, turned on her

bath water, and drug her step stool over to the sink. Tangela grabbed her toothbrush from the

holder and placed it on the counter. Knowing that it would be difficult to get anything out of

the flat tube of Crest, she rolled the tube from the bottom and tried to force at least a dab of

the green gel onto her toothbrush. Nothing. Tangela turned off the bathtub’s running faucet

and headed up the hall to the main linen closet to retrieve a new tube of toothpaste.

“Get back in your room, walking around half-naked,” her mother yelled.

“Momma, I don’t have any tooth…”

Her mother slapped her in the mouth, causing her to fall to the floor. Tangela wailed as her

mother hit her repeatedly. “Shut up when I am speaking to you. And do what I tell you.”

“Ruthie!” Tangela’s father grabbed the woman’s arm. “Stop hitting my child.”

“Do you see what she’s walking around the house in, Kevin?” Ruthie said.

“She’s a seven year old wearing pajamas.” He took Tangela’s hand and started walking toward

her bathroom.

Tangela sobbed. “I need toothpaste.”

Her father grabbed a new tube of toothpaste for Tangela’s bathroom, took her into her

bedroom, and told her to close her eyes. She obeyed and listened to her father’s footsteps fade

into the distance and then return.

“Open your eyes,” her father said.

When Tangela opened her eyes, she saw a three ruffle, yellow taffeta dress with a matching

purse. She ran over to the garment and caressed the fabric. “Daddy! “It’s so pretty and my

favorite color.”

“I know, baby. You look like a ray of sunshine in yellow. Did I ever tell you that your very first

dress was yellow?”

“Yeah, Daddy.” Tangela looked at the floor.

“What’s wrong?” Her father picked her up.

“I know why Mommy doesn’t like me.”

“Who said your mother doesn’t like you?”

“No one, but she is always mean to me. I think she knows that you are not my real daddy

because I am light-skinned, and you guys are dark. She’s mad about it because you’re going to

leave her to take care of me all alone, with no help.”

He stroked Tangela’s long, curly hair, reassuring her in a loving, fatherly tone, “That’s not true.

We are different skin tones because God, our father, made us that way. Your mom has had a lot

on her mind lately, but I will have a talk with her.” He kissed Tangela on the forehead and left.

###

Tangela heard her parents screaming at each other through the adjoining bedroom’s wall.

“Kevin, you have got to stop spoiling that girl.”

“How is being a good, caring father going to spoil Tangela?” he asked his wife.

“You keep buying her all them colorful dresses. You’re turning her into a Jezebel just like her…”

Tangela’s father interrupted so she did not hear the last part of her mother’s statement.

“Don’t you ever say that again,” Kevin warned. “I treat you so kind. Why can’t you treat Tangela

that way? If you didn’t want her, we should have never-”

Tangela ran into the room, completely dressed in the new outfit her father laid out for her, and

screamed, “Stop it. Just, stop it. I hate having a momma and a daddy. I saw two girls last week

and they were happy with only a momma. I wish I only had a daddy!”

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Website: http://www.MakashaDorsey.com

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The Fall of the Prodigal Blog Stop

Author is giving away two $10.00 Amazon Gift Cards.

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Book Title: The Fall of the Prodigal

Paperback: 288 pages

Publisher: Urban Books (January 27, 2015)

ISBN-10: 1601626983

ISBN-13: 978-1601626981

Genre: Christian Fiction

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Michelle Lindo-Rice enjoys crafting women’s fiction with themes centered around the four “F” words:

Faith, Friendship, Family and Forgiveness. Her first published work, Sing A New Song, was a Black

Expressions featured selection. Originally from Jamaica West Indies, Michelle Lindo-Rice calls herself a

lifelong learner.

She has earned degrees from New York University, SUNY at Stony Brook, and Teachers College,

Columbia University. When she moved to Florida, she enrolled in Argosy University where she

completed her Education Specialist degree in Education Leadership. A pastor’s kid, Michelle upholds the

faith, preaching, teaching and ministering through praise and worship. Feel free to connect with her at

michellelindorice.com

You can read her testimony, learn about her books, PLEASE join her mailing list, or read a sample

chapter at michellelindorice.com

 Michelle Lindo Rice
About The Book

A condemned man, his two brides, and one untimely death.

Michael Ward is at the top of his game and he doesn’t need anyone or anything. Money is his new best

friend–until he’s arrested for a heinous crime. As much as he hates to admit it, Michael needs his

brother, Keith Ward, the man who stole his wife and children. Will Michael open his heart to forgive his

brother?

Verona “Tiger” Stachs has been Michaels’ attorney for years. She’s in love with him, but is tired of being

treated as his guinea pig. A lapsed Christian, Verona finds herself being drawn closer to God. She

thought she was through with God, but soon discovers He’s nowhere through with her. Which

relationship will she choose?

Keith Ward’s a prominent minister and family man, yet he yearns to rekindle his relationship with his

brother. When Michael calls him explaining that he desperately needs his help, Keith jumps at the

chance to set things right with Michael. Will Keith be able to lead Michael into the light?

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Love Delayed Blog Tour

Title : Love Delayed
Genre: Romance
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Author Bio:
Love Belvin is a native of the Tri-State area and now lives in the Delaware Valley. She’s an avid reader and enjoys dinner parties with her closest girlfriends. While she enjoys many things, nothing excites her more than curling up with a glass of wine and a good romance novel.Love Belvin is the author of the “Love’s Improbable Possibility” Series. The first installment of the adult romance series is “Love Lost”, the second is “Love UnExpected”, the third is “Love UnCharted”, and the fourth and final is “Love Redeemed”.You can find Love on her website www.LoveBelvin.com
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Twitter @LoveBelvin
Instagram @LoveBelvin

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Synopsis:
What happens when Zoey Barrett, an ingenuous Princeton scholar, meets NBA All-star rocker-boy, Stenton Rogers? Zoey has her life all planned out. She’s working hard at her degree and to help her family stay afloat financially.Stenton’s at the top of his game on the court, but off, his life is out of bounds. That is until he happens upon Zoey, who represents something that he’s never had—family. Her world is spun completely out of control when they intersect. Could the lengths he decides to go destroy the future Stenton desperately desires to have with Zoey?Find out in Love Delayed

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And Then There Were None

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Clay Thomas Williams started writing at an early age. It was a form of expression for her. She started with poetry, and then joined a songwriting team, and became a member of the American Society of Composers, Authors and Publishers (ASCAP) and the writer’s café.org.  Clay Thomas Williams has been a fan of the literary arts for quite some time. It was a natural progression to pen a novel. After continued prodding from her Publisher, Upnext Media Group, And Then There Were None became a reality. As Clay explores her imagination, her goal is to entertain the world one book at a time!

Additionally, Clay Thomas Williams has a B.S. in Criminal Justice is a Certified Alcohol and Substance Abuse Counseler. She is a freelancer, writer and copy editor for an exciting nationwide informative motorcycle magazine; IRIDE magazine based out of North Carolina.

Clay Thomas Williams lives by the philosophy that every bit of fiction has a hint of the truth, and life experiences good or bad, create and shape the beautiful, brilliant woman she is. She resides in North Carolina with her family.

 

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Blurb:

After a few short years, Octavia finds herself in a loveless marriage. Octavia doesn’t have the courage to tell her husband Calvin the truth, so she does nothing except continue an affair with a former lover, Lynwood. Can you imagine being so full of yourself, that you ignore the obvious. You’re so busy doing your own dirt that you fail to see what’s right under your nose. What could possibly go wrong when you think you got game? What part of the game is it when game doesn’t recognize game? What happens when you turn a good man into something you never thought he could become? All is not quite what it seems because unbeknownst to Octavia, Calvin has some lies of his own and so does Lynwood.

Octavia’s selfish behavior was full of lies and deceit causing her life to spiral out of control until she crashed and burned costing her everything. She gambled with love and lost totally destroying her life as she once knew it. Octavia thought she had it all; beauty, two loves, and a promising career. And in the end she ends up with nothing. The thing about Lies is they always have a way of finding you like a GPS tracking system. Karma is a mu’fucka, and has no expiration date.

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Queen’s Checkmate 1and 2 Blog Tour

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10423940_10204751491813470_2837229317150605048_nBorn and raised in Carson, California (Del Amo) a city in Southern California, Kierra Petty has had aspirations of becoming an entertainment magnate since was eight years old. In 2007 she received 1st place for Friar’s Charitable foundation’s Martin Roth Student Screenwriting  award, where she completed her 1st feature  length  script  at the age of 16. This blossoming film maker made a splash as a songwriter  jumping on hook after hook, while attending Savannah State University. Within a year of  graduating  Georgia State  University  with a B.A. in film & Video Production, She  has since release A Queen’ s Checkmate  1&2.

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Queen’s Checkmate

Blurb:

Pain and tragedy never came in a more beautiful shell. A Queen’s Checkmate is the story of Amira, a girl becoming a woman, jaded by the disappointment of being failed by those around her.

After the simultaneous death of her twin brother and loss of her own innocence, she is trained to be a beast, hungry for revenge. Yet, as she grows so does her thirst for blood. Unfortunately her burgeoning feelings of love and lust ultimately derail her mission.

Will she find the satisfaction she wanted in the form of payback, ultimately making the biggest power move of checkmate or will she find that there is no satisfaction after revenge.

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Queen’s Checkmate 2
Blurb:
Jump back into the story of Amira, as she tries to free herself from her own mistakes. Having attempted to gain her own revenge, she finds herself fighting for her life and waiting for the men in her life to come save her. Disgusted and feeling betrayed, Bri$$ wants no part of Amira and battles with whether she’s worth the trouble. After an intimate run in with a past flame, will Bri$$ find it in his heart to save the woman he thought he loved, or will he let the Queen meet her demise?
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Fact  about Queen’s Checkmate :

A Queen’s Checkmate 1 was written when Kierra was 15 years old. A teacher allowed her to spend her year as a Teacher’s Assistant, writing the novel instead.

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The Wedding Part Two By Sheena Binkley

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Sheena Binkley first discovered her love for storytelling when writing her first story for a class project at the tender age of nine. Since then, she has composed several short stories and numerous tales that are not only engaging, but simply entertaining. She is also a freelance writer, penning articles on various topics including education and entertainment. Besides writing, she loves reading, shopping, and spending time with family and friends. She lives in Houston (where the weather is always unpredictable) with her husband and son.

 

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​ Synopsis:

Tia Simmons can’t wait to be Mrs. Charles Robinson. She has everything planned, from the venue to the caterer, making everything completely perfect. Or, so she thought. When she hires Camille to be her wedding coordinator, paranoia comes into play when she thinks her best friend is trying to sabotage her wedding. Along with the issues she’s having with Camille, she also has to deal with her new extended family, making her wonder if she’s going nuts. But when unexpected news shatters Tia’s world, she’s not sure if she should tell anyone about it or if she should keep it to herself until the wedding is over.

Charles Robinson is totally in love with Tia and would do anything for their special day. Whatever Tia wants, he’s in agreement with. Except hiring Camille as their wedding coordinator. When issues clash between the three, will it test their friendship? Along with the issues he’s having with the reappearance of his father and a brother who can’t be trusted, Charles has to wonder which is more important – trying to do the right thing or being happy.

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The Hustle A Means To An End

 

The HustleSynopsis:

Being the daughters of the most notorious drug kingpin in the Midwest, hustling runs through Beau and Bella Jones’ veins thicker than blood. But when their father is killed, the sisters are left to fend for themselves. Accustomed to the lavishness their dad’s criminal activities once afforded them, they refuse to allow their quality of living to deteriorate. So Bella and Beau do what they were born and bred to do—they hustle.

Hustling is easy, and for years the sisters live luxuriously doing just that. But chaos ensues when someone fails to stick to the script. A brush with death is all it takes for Beau to want to abandon the hustle for a peaceful, normal life. Bella, on the other hand, does not see quitting as an option. She remains knee-deep in the game until she falls in love and wants out.

But ghosts of hustles past soon return to haunt them, threatening to tear their worlds apart and ultimately ruin them. Bella and Beau have two choices: either hustle their way out of catastrophe, or watch their happily-ever-afters become casualties of the hustle.

Nonstop parties, sex, and fast living are all a part of the game’s allure. But the crazed stalkers, deadly car chases, and murders that come along with it are much more than the sisters bargained for. Bella and Beau quickly learn that what started out as a means to an end doesn’t mean anything if you have to risk losing yourself and everything you love in the process.

 

About the Authors:

 

Donisha Derice is an up and coming author bringing her creativity to life by penning tales of fiction. Born and raised in Indianapolis, IN, Donisha had only dreamed of being two things: a lawyer and a writer. Receiving degrees in Paralegal Studies, Criminal Justice, and Public Management, she worked as criminal defense paralegal for over four years. After realizing she no longer desired to become an attorney, Donisha decided to follow her other dream. Her first novel, The Hustle, was completed while Donisha’s plate was full with motherhood, college, and her full-time job. Writing a book and receiving a publishing deal all within a year, Donisha knows she has found her true passion and calling—and it is in writing.

 

Jai Darlene is an army brat who traveled all over the world with her family before settling down in Fort Wayne, IN. She later moved to Indianapolis and obtained a juris doctorate from Indiana University School of Law, where she discovered an aptitude for writing, earning herself a spot on her school’s Law Review. After practicing law for five years, Jai discovered her artistic talent through using her creative skills to litigate countless jury and bench trials. This inspired her to pursue her passion by harnessing her imagination to make fictional characters come to life.

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jai headshotAuthor Q&A:

 

What makes The Hustle different from other urban fiction novels?

It’s not just urban. It is a tale of two lives that many people from different backgrounds can relate to. We have all made bad choices and mistakes thinking we can get away with it. This story shows how our past can always affect our future.

 

Are there any parts of the book drawn from your own lives and experiences?

Donisha: Yes, for the Beau’s character she is loosely a physical description of me—especially the bowlegged part. My grandma does say I am very bowlegged. Also, Beau’s love of music, especially Tupac; I reference Pac and his music a few times. One of the important details of the book (I don’t want to give away too much,) but when I was around 19 or 20 one of my uncles sat me down and told me about an over the counter product that if placed in a drink has the same results of a date rape drug. Another thing is that Jai is an attorney and I am a paralegal that once dreamed of being an attorney, so one of the characters having a legal profession made total sense.

Jai: Not really. I will say I have had my fair share of bug-a-boos and was even followed once. It was pretty scary, but nothing to the extent of what Bella went through. And I definitely never tased or pistol-whipped anyone. But I do wish to have a purple pistol like Bella.

 

If you could pick any actors to portray the characters of The Hustle in a film adaptation, who would you choose any why?

Okay this is a good one:

Beau – This one is easy. Taylour Paige (Ahsha from Hit the Floor.) she is an up-and-coming young actress and definitely has the look.

Bella – To fit the look of Bella it is hard to come up with a  young actress, but we think Evelyn Lozada from Basket Ball Wives’ daughter, Shaniece Lozada, has the look. Maybe she will start acting by the time our movie comes out. (Fingers crossed.)

Clifford – Rick Ross definitely was our inspiration for this character. We wanted readers to think of a big handsome guy, but we don’t know any more since he’s been losing so much weight.  We may need him to put on a couple of pounds.

Real –  Lance Gross…no explanation needed J. He is a good actor that is growing and evolving into different roles.

Beau and Bella’s dad, Beaunifide Upendo Jones – We definitely will have some flashbacks with him just to have Dennis Haysbert play this role. He has the voice and he is fine.

 

donisha headshotGive us an idea of your writing process, working together as co-authors. 

We both visualized each chapter in our minds as if it was a movie scene. When it came to writing, we each wrote one of the characters and had meetings to discuss which direction each sister was taking to make sure we were flowing well. It was amazing how easy it was for us to write together. When we disagreed, we’d just throw on the boxing gloves and duke it out until one of us tapped out. No, just kidding. We would talk it over and if we couldn’t agree, whoever’s character it was won.  It is just really fun to have someone to develop the story with. It is also good to have someone there to pull you back when you go too far. (Side-eye, talking about you, Jai.)

 

When you’re not writing, how do you ladies like to spend your free time?

(Look at each other and laugh.) Writing is what we do in our free time. We are both very busy with our lives.

Jai: I am attorney, enough said. But seriously, there is a large amount of time that I put into my legal work. So in my free time I don’t do anything but write because that is what I love to do.

Donisha: My downtime is also spent writing. I am a single mother and my children come first. So after taking care of them and all the fun and games with them, I write. I have great family support so when my family has the kids, I just love writing.

 

What inspires you to write?

Jai: There is no greater inspiration than life and love. It’s funny how an idea will just pop into my head out of nowhere. It must be God. For instance, I can see a homeless person on the street and imagine his story and his life if it was a book. I see everything as a story.

Donisha: God and my imagination and my love of stories inspire me. I find it amazing how God works in our lives and I love seeing it and knowing it could be nothing but God. So life and everything in it inspires me to write. The ups and downs, the journeys we take. I love to see a real life story and envision how it will play out.

 

What is next for you two?

Promoting our book. We want everyone to learn about The Hustle and enjoy our first (but definitely not our last) book. We are working on our next book now and have so many different ideas. We want to explore different genres and just have fun doing what we love and sharing it with the world.

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Excerpt:

PROLOGUE

Bella

 

“You want to fuck me?” I ask the pasty-skinned white boy who is trying to sweet talk me out of my panties. He nods his head yes. “Well, at least go get me a drink first. Damn.” The boy runs off to get us drinks. I can tell from his eagerness that he is a freshman, just starting his college year here at Notre Dame. Eager to party, eager to get white boy wasted, and eager to fuck some hos. I glance at my sister and roll my eyes. Beau is with a tall white boy. To be so short she is steady attracting tall guys. I whisper to Beau, “Man, this is so fucked up. Daddy only left us 50 G’s.” I grit my teeth.

“Damn, Daddy didn’t get murdered on purpose. Shit, it’s not like he intentionally left us only with $50,000. The feds took everything when they killed him,” Beau whispers back. Beau is delusional. Daddy was the top drug lord in Indiana. Usually people in that occupation don’t have a long life span. Daddy should have known better and stashed away more money for us to survive on in case he was ever killed or jailed. Instead, he left two high school teenagers to fend for themselves. I don’t think I can forgive him for that.

Yeah, $50,000 sounds like a lot of money, but it really ain’t shit. After paying for rent, private school tuition, and other living expenses, that $50,000 is dwindling quickly. I’m not trying to be homeless and hungry. So here we are, hustling just to get by; letting strangers be all up in our faces and touch us. It creeps me out. I will never forgive our father for leaving us like this.

“How much money do we have left?” I ask Beau as I watch the pasty white boy making his way through the crowd of partygoers with two red plastic cups filled with spiked punch.

“Not much. Did you have to buy that hooker outfit?” Beau asks, gesturing to the Prada dress I’d bought earlier that day.

I shrug my shoulders. “What? It was on sale.” The pasty white boy finally makes his way to us. “Kenny likes my dress,” I say loud enough for him to hear me over the music. The dress was an investment to catch the attention of rich white boys and it is paying off. I rub his chest to prove my point as I grab one of the red cups from his hand.

“My name is Kevin. And, oh yeah, I love it.”

I take the other cup from his hand and give it to Beau. “Kenny. Kevin. Whatever. In an hour or so your name will be Oh, God! Oh, God!” I laugh and the tall white boy Beau is with looks at her with excitement. I can see from the imprint in his pants he is ready to leave this kegger and get the real party started.

 

Beau

 

            I watch Bella get into the driver’s seat of Kevin’s Jeep. “Greta!” I yell at Bella before she pulls off. She winks. I want to make sure she has her gun with her just in case shit goes bad. I got a little .22 strapped to my left thigh. I feel the cold metal and it makes me feel secure, even though I hate carrying guns. I know I have it if I need it. Shit, I should have reminded Bella’s trigger-happy ass to keep her hands off Greta unless absolutely necessary.

“Man, I’ve never done anything like this before,” Phil says as his long, skinny fingers grip my ass tight.

“Mmmm, me either,” I moan, rolling my eyes. This shit is crazy. What have I gotten myself into?

“What you say?” Phil yells into my ear.  He is so gone. I am sure he won’t remember shit in the morning. “Umm, I got like $300 on me right now. That’s enough, right?” He starts digging in his pockets. Shit, if that is all the money we can expect to get each time, Bella and I are going to have to do this a whole damn lot or think of something else.

“What the fuck? Do I look like some low class bitch to you?” I stop on the sidewalk in front of his hunter green BMW. “My fucking shoes cost more than that.” I look down at my Valentino heels.

“Yeah, they do look expensive. They are nice,” Phil smiles at my shoes. Hell yeah. He’s in a Beemer, rocking a Rolex, and he can spot some expensive heels. He got money. “I got a lot more money at home, though,” Phil slurs.

That’s what I’m talking about. Show me the money. “Good, I’ll drive.” Phil walks closely behind me and I can feel that his dick is hard and ready as he presses it against my ass. I snatch the keys out of his hand. “Lets go,” I say, hopping into the driver’s seat.

I feel butterflies in my stomach as I drive. I can’t believe I’m doing this. This is not how I imagined life at 16. I am sure this isn’t how my parents imagined my life, either. Hell, I never thought I would be orphaned due to both of my parents being murdered by the time I was 16. Man, Bella and I have had some fucked up lives. Her mother overdosed when she was two years old. My mother was murdered when we were 10. And our dad was killed earlier this year. Fuck it. Here goes nothing.

I feel Phil’s hand on my thigh as we pull up to his apartment. I got undergrad and law school to think about and the scholarship I received isn’t going to cover all my expenses. Not to mention both my sisters and my grandma have to be good, too. Hustle it is, then. Bella and I got to do what we got to do to make this money.

 

 

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