{"product_id":"thugalicious-isbn-9780345486912","title":"Thug-A-Licious","description":"“Have you ever wanted something so bad you was willing to crawl over bodies to get it? I mean, fiend for it so hard it didn’t matter who you hurt, how low you had to scrape, it was gonna be yours? That’s what music and balling did for me. They were the fundamentals behind my rise . . . and the perpetrators of my fall. They called me Harlem’s black prince–a rising star who carried street dreams on his back. But the streets, ya know. They got a way of coming for theirs. A method of sneaking up on you when you ain’t looking . . .”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAndre “Thug-A-Licious” Williams came up on Harlem’s meanest streets. But thanks to his nearly ankle-breaking hoop moves and explosive mic skills, he makes it out–and dominates the rap scene with chart-topping urban hits.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThug has sexed all the hottest freaks and has a slew of baby mamas to show for it. But no matter how many women he takes to his bed, only one can claim his heart: successful beauty salon owner Carmiesha “Lil Muddah” Vernoy, his ride-or-die queen who has stuck by his side and guarded his back through thick and thin.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut Thug also has a nightmarish history with someone else. Pimp Williams, his older cousin and ex—partner in crime, is a cold-blooded killer who spreads havoc all over Harlem and will stop at nothing to get what he wants–even if it means betraying his own family, crushing Carmiesha, and forcing Harlem’s black prince down to his knees and back to his bloody beginnings.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Urban erotica has never been hotter!”\u003cbr\u003e–Nikki Turner, author of Riding Dirty on I-95\u003cb\u003eNoire \u003c\/b\u003eis an author from the streets of New York whose hip-hop stories pulsate with urban flavor.Chapter 1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    It was the night before our critical championship game against the Lakers  and I was chilling in the G-Spot, watching some fine-ass stripper work the  stage.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    “Do that shit, Honey Dew! Show these niggahs how you can work them pliers  you got stuck up in your pussy!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    The girl was built with perfect proportions and every dick in the Spot was  hard, including mine. The G-Spot was a gentlemen’s club for celebrities  and hustlers deep in the game. I was a successful rapper and a rising  baller with long paper, so I got a lot of nods of awe and recognition, and  a few lame niggahs even stared at me, wishing they had my skills.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    I’d had some beef with niggahs in the Spot a few years earlier, so after  glancing around to make sure everthang was straight, I put my hand over  the rock growing in my lap and sat back to enjoy the show.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    The lights went dim, and suddenly a single spotlight flashed over Honey  Dew’s outrageous body. She gave us a few slow, nasty moves, and niggahs  clapped and broke out the dollars as she bent over and spread her fine ass  cheeks. She laughed and winked over her shoulder at niggahs in the  audience, then squatted down and sucked a full bottle of Coke off the  floor, gripping the neck with nothing but her tight-ass pussy.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    “Dat ain’t shit! Dat ain’t about shit!” some drunk poseur standing beside  me with gold fronts on his teeth yelled. “Dey got dat dere shit beat in  the dirty souf! I know a ho down at Club Magic who can puff a cigarette  with her pussy. And dat pussy be blowing perfect Os too!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    I prolly shoulda been resting at the crib on the night before a big game,  but G had sent me a personal invitation, and I wasn’t about to turn him  down. Some major shit had gone down between G and my cousins a few years  back that coulda got bloody. By showing up alone tonight I was sending him  and his boys a clear message that Thug Williams was just as gangsta as  ever. Don’t let that NBA shit fool you. There wasn’t a drop of bitch in my  blood. Not a dime’s worth of fear was in my pockets when it came time to  roll up in G’s Spot.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    I stood up and clapped hard for Honey Dew, then tossed her a bill that  fluttered to the floor at her feet. She scooped up all her cash and  gyrated her juicy ass off the stage, and I stayed on my feet as the DJ  introduced a dancer called Money-Making Monique.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    “Goddamn!” I leaned forward so I could see better. This jawn was rocking  her hips like a motherfucker. Her long skinny fingers was rubbing and  squeezing her firm breasts, and from where I was standing it looked like  she mighta had three nipples.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    Monique was a true freak. She did some damage to that pole that had my  collar choking real tight, but when the music changed and a bunch of big  niggahs in tiny drawers came out shaking their dicks for the ladies, I  knew it was time for me to bounce. I walked over to the bar and gave a  hustler named Moonie some respect. He was real loyal to G, but T.C. had  dug him back in the day so I knew he was solid.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    “Whattup,” Moonie said, showing me love.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    I stayed cool. “Handling my shit, man. You know how it be.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    “Your album is hot, man. You been hooping like a motherfucker, too. The  Knicks needed you, man. They ain’t been this hot in years. Keep ’em  lifted, yo.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    Even though G had sent me a personal invitation, nothing in his Spot came  free. I’d dropped a grand to get in the door, and another one to cover my  drinks and a piece of pussy too. I was cool with it tho’ ’cause I knew I’d  get more than my money’s worth in one of them back rooms. Some wild, funky  sex always helped me get focused before a big game.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    Juicy-Mo from 136th Street walked past and grinned at me real quick like  she was scared to open her mouth and speak. It was hard to believe a dime  piece like her was fucking with coldhearted G, and even though she was  still fine as hell, it was only a matter of time before that niggah  crossed her out.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    I’d sat down with G in his office and exchanged a few cool words earlier,  and I could see why he was so strong in the game. That old niggah was  smooth and crafty. He had absolutely no scruples and didn’t give a fuck  about nothing except runnin’ his dirty money game.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    An image of T.C. flashed through my mind and I leaned against the bar.  T.C. had warned me about fuckin’ with a OG like G.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    “Look, Thug. That cat G took my brother Sonny out. If your cousins Pimp  and Smoove wanna get shit all over their hands fucking with that  motherfuckah, let ’em. But you carrying street dreams on your back, son.  Me and Miss Lady got all our faith and hope riding on you. Besides, you  too smart to get sucked into any pot that dirty niggah got cooking. Work  your talent, man. Keep your hoop game tight. Pimp some broads. Cut all the  rap music you can cut. But stay away from Granite McKay. Fuckin’ with him  can be dangerous.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    “Yo, Moonie.” I signaled my man. “Lemme get some Moët, man. Two bottles.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    I took the bottles over to the cashier and got me a chip to room number  nine. I’d already picked out the girl I wanted to get with, and when I got  to the room she was ready and waiting.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    Her name was Saucy and she was holding a full physical package.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    “Whassup,” I said and closed the door behind me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    She smiled and I couldn’t believe how gorgeous she was. Her caramel-toned  body was ripe and curved everywhere. Nice hips, big thighs, small waist.  And at least five mouthfuls of big firm titties.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    “Hey, Playa,” she greeted me with a big hug. She had on some slinky shit  that was clinging tightly to her curves and felt good when she rubbed up  against me. She reached over and pressed a button on the nightstand that  let the cashier know I was officially on the clock. “You feeling good  tonight?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    I kissed her lightly, then rubbed her bottom lip with my thumb. “I’m  feeling a little better. Now that I’m with you.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    Saucy laughed, then walked over to the small table and got me a small  glass. She held out the glass and motioned toward my Moët. “Well pour me a  little bit of that, Daddy, and I’ll have you feeling grand in no time.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    I poured and passed. She accepted.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    “I know who you are, but I ain’t seen you in here before.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    “Yeah,” I nodded. “It’s been a minute. But it’s good to be back.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    We drank together for a few and shot the shit. Saucy mighta been a ho, but  I liked her. She had an upbeat attitude and a sexy, playful personality.  She recognized me and knew who I was too, and that gave me a big lift.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    “All right now,” she joked. She was giving me a lap dance and I told her  to turn around so I could watch her from the back. I couldn’t believe how  she was holding it. She was slim in all the right places and phat where it  was needed. She also had one of the biggest, roundest asses I’d ever seen  on a slim girl. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. She tossed her hands in  the air and jiggled her perfect ass cheeks until my eyes got crossed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    “The Knicks got a big game tomorrow, right? You ain’t pumping out none of  that supersperm tonight though, are you?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    “Umm,” I hummed, gripping her waist and palming her ass like it was a  basketball. The way she moved, I knew she had some good pussy. I could  just tell. “I don’t know what you mean, baby.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    She laughed and bent over at the waist. I caught a whiff of her nook-nook  and licked my lips and moaned.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    “I heard all about your ass,” she said over her shoulder. “I remember when  you used to hold the mic down with your two cousins, the ’Licious Lovers.  They was just talking shit about you the other day on MTV and BET. Talking  about how hard you rap and all them damn kids you got. Mama’s babies and  daddy’s maybes! Just don’t leave no babies in this room with me tonight,  ’kay, big boy?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    I was the one laughing now. “You ain’t gotta worry about that, sweetie.  Trust me.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    She started laughing so hard she had to stop dancing and turn around to  roll her eyes at me. “Trust you? Niggah, please! That’s probably what you  tell all your baby mamas! But I can see why a bitch would wanna reproduce  with you. You fine,” she grabbed my hard dick, “you heavy. And best of  all, your bank is long and you paid.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    She gave me a crazy look and slapped herself on the forehead.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    “Then what the hell am I talking about? I must be sleepin’! Who wouldn’t  wanna have your baby!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    I laughed with her, but it messed with my head when people talked shit  about my kids. Not because I was ashamed of having so many of them, but  because for the longest time I hadn’t done enough for any of them. A playa  had four sons and five daughters. I’d been real young when my first kid  was born, and then the rest of them came so close together that I got  paralyzed by all that responsibility. But my girl Muddah had corrected my  vision on all that, and I was grinding hard for mine now. Had bank  accounts and college funds and ere’thang for my babies. Life insurance  too. It was the only way I coulda convinced Muddah to marry my ass. I had  to be doing right.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    “What else they be saying about me on MTV?” I said, changing the subject.  I pulled her back onto my lap until she was straddling my legs.An urban erotic tale by #1 Essence bestselling author of Candy Licker and G-Spot","brand":"One World","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46299909751013,"sku":"NP9780345486912","price":19.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780345486912.jpg?v=1767742597","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/thugalicious-isbn-9780345486912","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}