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Street lit's hottest stars bring you three sizzling women out to rule the game—and have it all—by any deadly means necessary... Slippin' Ex-con Delvon Jackson lives to hustle—and loves to go after what he can't have. Working for a powerful Atlanta tycoon has put him deep between the satin sheets and luscious curves of his boss' way-off-limits wife. But when Delvon makes the ultimate move to get her and her husband's money, his hottest seduction might be his last... Put 'Em in Their Place Sexy Cha has everyone from New York's most ruthless thug to its richest player at her mercy. And now that she's sexing her father's murderer and throwing his empire into turmoil, she's moving in for the final payback...and straight into someone else's lethal sights... Kandy Girlz Kandy learned the hard way that power and money is never enough. By trickin' ballers, rappers, and powerful executives, the ice-cold beauty took her modeling agency to the top—and got more than the best of everything. But now the one hustle Kandy's not prepared for will give her everything to lose...
Praise “Heartbreaker is penned by three amazing authors that have contributed to one of the best anthologies that I have read in a very long time. The three stories exemplified their natural skills as they enthrall the reader with captivating characters that stay true to form! Each story reeks of intrigue, hot sex scenes, excellent word play, and great character development. Each conclusion is unique, although De’nesha and Erick’s are poetically justified! Kudos to all three contributors! Magnificente!!!” —Tazzyt2bossye, of Urban Reviews “Each of these three novellas showcases a sassy character who knows how the game is played: sex is better if done more than once a day, and naked romps become nuclear hot. Authentic street slang accent these tales of love gone wrong. Verdict The shorter format is perfect for the brisk pace of these stories and their Twilight Zone–like twist endings. Sex is sweaty, relationships are intense, everyone is insatiable, and the characters know sex can lead to money, power, and respect. Sure to be in demand by the authors’ fans.” —Library Journal Pick of the Month "Normally I don’t want any part of an anthology because most times they leave me unfulfilled and dissatisfied. I was pleasantly surprised with HEARTBREAKER. The three stories complemented each other, while at the same time staying completely unique. If you want a taste of hot juicy sex scenes mixed with a hint of some serious drama, then this is the book for you!" —The RAWSISTAZ™ Reviewers
WARNING: the following material contains strong language. Readers discretion is advised. Prologue
When I was 14, I fucked around and got my play cousin, Trina, knocked up. Now I had a beautiful 8 year-old daughter that I hardly ever see. Ain’t my fault. Trina’s parents shipped her ass out to her grandma’s in Alabama pretty much after the baby was born. Some of my niggas said I got lucky-not having her ass all in my face all the time. I just know it don’t stop her from being able to reach into a nigga’s pocket. So my paranoid ass was out there hustlin’ too. Shit. In this muthfuckin’ economy a nigga ain’t got no choice. Way things be lookin’ Obama was the only nigga with a good job. One thing about walking up and down Metropolitan Parkway, in my fresh tee and black AKOO jeans, was that I got to hear and watch how all the shawties be bangin’ it. Everyone one of us niggas out there couldn’t walk straight because our dicks were so hard, peepin’ at big ass titties and red beans and rice booties squeezed into shorts that could double for panties. There was nothing but titties and asses shakin’ as far as the eye could see. I grew up in this God forsaken neighborhood-back when the street was named Steward Avenue and its reputation for drugs; prostitution and murder were known state wide. The tall brick buildings were crack houses and dodging bullets was how niggas got their daily exercise. Though I wasn’t so lucky one time. Caught a bullet when I was 15, walking out of a Freddie’s Hot Wings joint. It was bullshit because it was all over shit that didn’t have nothing to do with me. Some miscellaneous nigga got hot over some other nigga for scuffing up his white Air Jordans. That non-aiming muthafucka just started shooting. The bullet that nailed my left shoulder felt like straight fire. I remember hitting the sidewalk—hot sauce flying everywhere and my ass thinkin’ I’ma ‘bout to die. My boy, Alonzo, claimed I was screaming like a bitch and to this day his ass hadn’t let me live that shit down. That’s all right though. What goes around comes around—and as big as my dawg’s mouth is, it’s just a matter of time before some nigga blaze his ass up. Now I wasn’t wishin’ that shit on him. I’m just sayin’. Muthafucka thinks he knows every fuckin’ thang. Alonzo and I were cool and everythang, but I’d be lyin’ if I didn’t say that every once in awhile we get a friendly competition between the two of us goin’. Nuthin’ serious or anything. Though I might have crossed the line when I hooked with one of his baby mamas before I got locked down. But shit, what the nigga don’t know won’t hurt him. Nesides, if he was so crazy about her, he would’ve given her his last name. I survived that night outside Freddie’s. ‘Round here what doesn’t kill ya makes ya stronger. The crack houses were gone, but the buildings still felt like brick bars for people who were still strugglin’ to make it out. That included my ass. Gettin’ out wasn’t as easy as it sounds. The street game ain’t no joke. Most niggas I knew jumped into this shit ‘cuz money didn’t come no easier. The one true thing about drugs was that the product sold itself. But easy money knew how to hypnotize muthafuckas too. It convinced our weak asses that ballin’ out of control was gonna last forever. It never does. And if you didn’t wind up face down on some hard concrete, then you’re certainly gonna feel the cold pinch of the po-po’s handcuffs when you least expected the shit. “Delvon, yo ass ain’t worth shit!” Tiffani, a dime piece I’d spent the last two nights fuckin’ shouted from across the way. I rolled my eyes at the sound of that bullhorn she called a voice. I kept it movin’ though, hopin’ I could out walk her. “I know you hear me, Delvon,” she shouted, practically blowing my damn eardrums out when she rolled up on me. I finally stopped. She mushed me on the back of my head. “I shoulda known that your ass hadn’t changed a damn bit.” I laughed at her stupid ass. The only reason I was putting up with her shit because she was ghetto fine and had pussy that tasted like candy. “Hey, baby.” I attempted to pull her into my arms, but she pulled back. “Don’t baby me, Delvon. You said you were gonna give me $20 so I can get some damn diapers for Kanye.” She ran her hands through her tight weave and then crossed her arms, waiting for the next lie I was ‘bout to tell. “Look, I’m gonna get you your $20.” “And what—my baby is supposed to just chill in pissy diapers ‘til you feel like showing back up?” “What the fuck? It ain’t like that l’il nigga has my DNA.” Tiffani’s face twist so hard, it looked like it was about to pop off. Still $20 for two nights worth of pussy was a bargain no matter how you sliced that shit up. “Look. I said I’ma gone get you your $20. I just haven’t swung by the ATM yet.” I reached for her again, and again she stepped out of reach. “Nigga, does it look like I have Boo Boo The Fool stamped on my muthafuckin’ forehead? Yo ass ain’t never dreamed of having no damn bank account.” I laughed because she was straight up tellin’ the truth. “The shit ain’t funny, Delvon.” She held out one hand while cradling a fist in the center of her hip. “Give me my shit.” I thought about fuckin’ with her for a bit longer, but judging by her mean mug shot, she seriously wasn’t in the mood for it. Fuck it. I’m tired of dealing with her trifflin’ ass anyway. “Here. Take your muthafuckin’ $20.” I pulled out a fat roll from my mornin’ hustle and peeled off a bill, and to show just how generous my ass was, I peeled off an extra one. “Here. Consider it a tip.” Tiffani snatched the two bills out of my hand, but then eyed the roll I was stuffin’ into my pocket like a Doberman drooling over a ham bone. Flippin’ the script, her voice suddenly drips with honey. “You comin’ back over tonight?” She eased up on me, rubbin’ her titties on my arms. But I ain’t going out like that. I’ve gotten my nut. Now it was time for me to find a better grade of pussy to get me through this hot ass summer. It won’t be hard. A pretty nigga like me ain’t never had no trouble slidin’ into home base. “Nah. Nah. I’m cool. Thanks for the pussy though. I’ll recommend ya to a coupla my partnas.” I stepped back and spotted a new dime piece sportin’ some short shorts that had the bottom of her ass cheeks peekin’ out and winkin’ at me. “Goddamn!” Li’l shawty hit me back with a wide smile. I bet I could bust that shit wide open behind one of these buildings. I reached down and readjusted my hard dick while lickin’ my lips--a sign to let li’l shawty know I was down for whatever. “Oh, hell naw.” Tiffani jumps into my line of vision, and got her cobra neck workin’. “How the fuck you gonna play me like that?”
“Fuck you, muthafucka. Yo ass will never change,” Tiffani’s nose twitched like I was somethint nasty stuck to the bottom of her payless shoes. “Why? Because I keep shit real? Girl, you better go on with that.” I laughed. “You know what I was about when you hooked up with my ass.” From the corner of my eyes, I see Alonzo strollin’ down the block, bouncin’ a basketball and chattin’ with that Crazy Larry. “A-yo! Alonzo! Wait up!” “What the fuck? We’re talkin’.” Tiffani whined. “Correction: you’re talkin’. I’m walkin’. Later.” “Nigga, hold up,” she shouted after me. I tossed her a couple of deuces and kept it movin’. “All right,” she yells. “You’re gone get yours one of these days. Watch!” Alonzo and Larry seen me comin’ and held up. As I rushed across the way I saw a couple of other niggas that had been hangin’ on the block since my ass was in diapers. The original gangstas they called themselves—or O.G’s. They used to be hard, now they look as if they were allergic to coco butter or Vaseline. Ashy for head to toe and lookin’ as if they hit the glass dick on the regular. Their surprise at seein’ me back on the block was clearly etched into their faces. Truth be told, nobody was more surprised than my ass when my sentence was reduced because the state couldn’t afford to hold so many niggas on bullshit charges. Hell. What amount of weed they busted me for couldn’t have gotten a cockroach high. “Yo, Nigga.” Alonzo laughed, swappin’ dabs. “I thought you’d still be gettin’ your dick wet or I would’ve hit you up sooner.” We did a one arm hug and then pulled back like the shit never happened. “Just takin’ a little break. NahwhatImean?” A coupla more honeys squeezed past us standing on the sidewalk. I turn, my dick following the one with the jiggling booty like a homing device. “What--y’all can’t say excuse me?” I asked with my slick, on the prowl smile already in place. The one chick that was so high yella she practically belonged in a Crayola box smiled. As her hazel green eyes performed a slow drag down my 6’2, muscular frame, I knew my pretty caramel complexion and my honey colored eyes was making her think how pretty a baby between us would be. Alonzo stepped out front. “What’s your name, li’l mama?” I bit back my annoyance at the nigga interruptin’ my flow. “Jelissa,” she purred. “Jelissa, nice.” Alonzo reached up and lightly brushed a curl away from her face, making sure to caress the side of her face. When she smiled, it was over his shoulder at me and I knew my ass was in. For the first time, I noticed the orange creamsicle in her hand. She put it up to her mouth and unfurled this incredibly long pink tongue and started lapping up the melting icicle like a porn star practicing for her close up. My shit was hard as fuck. “You got a man, Jelissa?” Alonzo asked. “Yeah,” she admitted to my surprise. “But he ain’t here right now.” She cut a look toward me. The kind of look that promised nothing but freaky, butt-nasty sex and you know a nigga was always down for that shit. Impatient, Crazy Larry started bouncing his basketball. “We playing or what?” “Y’all go ahead on, I’ma holla at Jelissa for a minute,” I said, easing in between my man and what I’d hoped to be some sweet pussy. Alonzo looked pissed, but I’ve always scored more bitches than he did. You’d think by now he would accept the shit. “Sheeeit.” Crazy Lazy grumbled. I looked over in time to see Crazy Larry rollin’ his eyes. Then Larry just put it to me straight. “Look, nigga, we ain’t got all day to wait for you to play with some more busted-ass ghetto pussy.” Jelissa snapped out of her sex trance. “Hey!” He ignored her. “When you get through busting a nut with her why don’t you just meet up with us tonight up at the White Room?” “The White Room? Where the fuck is that?” I asked. Alonzo smirked. “Aw man, it’s this sweet spot out in Alpharetta.” I laughed. “Y’all niggas hangin’ out in suburbs now?” Crazy Larry wrapped one of his big meaty arms around my neck and damn near put my ass in a head lock. “Yo ass gonna be hangin’ out there too once you see the bitches that joint rakes in. Bitches with money.” His eyes shifted back over to Jelissa. “Not these used up ho’s we got still hangin’ out here. You’ll probably need a shot or something after fuckin’ with this one. Didn’t I hear yo ass got Chlamydia or something?” he asked Jelissa. My dick just swiveled up. “You know what—FUCK YOU, muthafucka.” Jelissa’s sex kitten act was long gone and she was clearly in full bitch mode. “I ain’t gotta take this shit.” “Then take yo skank ass on then.” Larry laughed as if he got a high from pissing her off. “Ain’t nobody stoppin’ your ho patrol out here. But I bet Lamon ain’t gonna like hearing you giving his shit away to every Tom, Dick, and Delvon.” Jelissa’s yella ass turned white. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, that’s right,” Crazy Larry kept on, smirking. “I know your boy. Nigga locked down and this is how you roll?” Jelissa’s friend, a thick big girl in clothes two sizes too small, moved back into the scene and tugged on her girl’s arm. “C’mon, Jelissa. These niggas are whack.” “Y’all bitches are whack,” Crazy Larry corrected, cupping his dick as he looked Jelissa’s friend up and down. “Why don’t you go home and dust that dandruff off in that whack ass weave. Maybe then I’ll let you ride some of this good dick. I love big girls.” “Kiss my ass,” the girl shouted, smacking her round romp. “Wash it and maybe I will.” He flicked his tongue out as if to show her what she was missing. I was cracking up. If these bitches didn’t know that this crazy nigga would say just anything by now then their asses deserved exactly what the fuck he was shovelin’ out. Jelissa gave me a nasty look and I couldn’t do anything but shrug my shoulders. Hell, I didn’t do nothing to their stupid asses. “What the fuck ever.” She cut her eyes away and I was left to watch her strut away. Crazy Larry’s heavy hand slams across my back. “I ain’t never seen a nigga get more strung out over pussy in my life.” I rolled my eyes. “And I ain’t never seen a nigga do so much cock blockin’ in all my life. What’s up with you, nigga?” “Shit. I just did your ass a favor and this is how you act?” He tossed up his hands as if saying I was on my own.
“You know me so well,” I laughed. “Then it’s settled,” Crazy Larry declared. “You’re hangin’ with your boys tonight. Now let’s go play some damn ball before I fuck around and lose my muthafuckin’ high.” I gave in. Why not? Maybe it was time for me to leave these ghetto hood rats alone and find myself a real classy woman with no drama.
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The
summer heat ain’t nothing to fuck with in Atlanta. All
the hustlin’ niggas on the street corners looked like tall
sticks of meltin’ chocolate, but we’re all dedicated
to grind. Shit. We had bills, badass kids and whining
baby mamas ready to stick our asses in jail if we miss one damn
child support check. Bitches don’t be playin’
about their fuckin’ checks nowadays.