These stories are not fables or fairy tales. They are severe chronicles of gangstas, written by men and women who have starved and bled and survived by the code of the streets.
Essence magazine’s #1 bestselling author Nikki Turner has earned her rep as “the Princess of Hip-Hop” with gritty urban novels like A Hustler’s Wife and The Glamorous Life. Now she lends her considerable street cred to this anthology, the first of its kind–an explosive collection featuring edgy new writers Turner handpicked for their ability to evoke the street, and the people who live by its rules, in hot, hyperrealistic stories.
Turner scoured the ghetto, the prisons, and every crack and crevice around the country to bring you these impressive new fresh-from-the-street voices. Never one to disappoint her fans, Turner even throws in a raw gangsta tale of her own. From a buppie who risks her entire well-groomed world when she’s suddenly turned on by a thug (“Gotta Have a Ruffneck”), to a lesbian pimp who gets what she deserves from the women she’s turning out (“Big Daddy”), these stories will shock, entertain, and make you fly through the pages.
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|Title of eBook: Tales from da Hood|
|Release Date: 12-24-2008|
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Tales from da Hood
Penned by Seven, but lived by many
It’s a slow night, not too many cars cruising up and down Second and Broad for a Friday. This is partly due to the fact that NASCAR is at Richmond International Speedway, and most of my clients are old white men who enjoy that type of shit. I’m slowly losing my patience with Vanessa; the bitch is walking at a slow, nonchalant pace instead of strutting her phat ass up and down the block like I’ve taught her to do. I’m standing with my back and one foot up against the wall by Eggleston’s Restaurant, thinking about how badly I’m gonna choke the shit out of her if she don’t make me at least $300 tonight. Tonight the stakes are raised because business has been slow due to the races: I’m charging $40 for blowjobs, $50 for ass licks, and $125 for the total package. Golden showers are going for $30 ’cause Nessa’s piss makes a nigga ass feel warm and fuzzy.
Twenty minutes ago I made up my mind that I wasn’t gonna give her tired walking ass anything. Can you believe it? The bitch had the audacity to turn down a trick because he was Mexican. Talking about she could smell bean burritos and shit on his breath. I punched the bitch hard enough to frazzle her, but not hard enough to bruise her—couldn’t chance having my moneymaker look tore up. I told her ass I didn’t give a fuck if she smelt dog shit on his breath, she better had fucked and sucked his dick until the mutherfucker couldn’t come any longer. This lazy-ass ho of mine ain’t getting shit, not one copper penny tonight. She’s lucky i