® bestselling authors Kiki Swinson and Noire double down in these sizzling novellas about sex, money, and too much of a good thing…
Exclusive parties, high-end rides, designer everything—for Virginia Beach heiress Megan Rich, it’s just an ordinary day. And one taste of Eric Chambers’ thug loving has her spending like crazy to keep him primed, hot, ’n ready. But when her parents cut off the cash flow, this poor little bad girl makes a dangerous, life-changing choice. . .
Puttin’ Shame In The Game
Zsa Zsa, Malisha, and Kiki will do anything for a man who’ll pay their bills and keep them in the style every trophy wife deserves. These gorgeous sistahs are using every lie, trick, and scheme in the book to seduce wealthy NYC police officer Noble into making one of them his one and only. But sometimes the only way to win is to know when to walk away…
"Kiki captures the heat of the streets." --Wahida Clark
"Noire is Dickens for the age of dojah, donuts and dawgs." --Publishers Weekly on Hood
My Worst Mistake
Blood. There was so much blood everywhere. It was clouding
my vision. And the smell. It was so strong and overwhelming.
The smell was one I could never forget.
“Aggghhh!” I screamed as my body moved involuntarily. I
didn’t even realize I was jumping up and down. The sight in
front of me was ghastly and I thought I would go into shock.
I had stood by and done nothing and now I was going to pay
for it. We were going to pay dearly for it, I should say.
“Megan, shut the fuck up! If you scream again it’s over! I
put a bullet in his ass and end this whole shit,” Eric yelled at
me. His face was contorted into a scowl I had never seen him
wear before. One of his fists was clenched tightly and his other
hand gripped a gun so hard that his knuckles were pale. I knew
he meant business, so I tried to obey his demands. I clasped
my hands over my mouth, trying to keep the screams in. It
didn’t work. As I looked down again, trying to muffle a scream
proved futile. I was brimming with emotion. This whole shit
was out of control now.
“What did you do?” I belted out through wracking sobs. I
could feel my face swelling from all of the crying I had been
doing. There was blood everywhere—on the floor, on the table,
some had even squirted on the wall. It was clear that our victim
needed medical attention, and fast. I stared at the almost
lifeless form in front of me. Things had gone terribly wrong.
Eric had gone berserk punching and kicking and hitting. It was
supposed to be easy. There wasn’t supposed to be any violence
involved, just a snatch, grab, and collect. “Oh God, Eric . . .
What did you do?” I hollered again.
“I did what we planned to do! Remember whose fuckin’
idea this was in the first place. Now shut the fuck up and get
on the phone and make them believe us now!” Eric growled
cruelly. I knew he was right. This had all been my idea. All
for revenge. I never meant for it to turn out like this.
“Start fuckin’ movin’! I’m gonna snap the fuckin’ pictures
of his half-dead ass. Just in case they don’t believe that this
shit is serious,” Eric continued in the same cruel, ruthless voice
as before. It amazed me how he could just stand in a pool of
a helpless person’s blood and not even care. Eric was definitely
not the man I thought he was. My vision had been clouded.
“I—I . . . can’t!” I wailed. My stomach was cramping and
my entire body trembled. I couldn’t stop staring at the victim.
I couldn’t help but think that this was all my fault. I had done
all of this to myself and to my family. Now here I stood feeling
like the worst person alive. Now I wanted to just save him—
take him and run far away from Eric and his goons that were
outside. I wanted to ask for forgiveness for being such a selfish
and spoiled little bitch.
“Help me . . . Me . . . gan,” he whispered weakly through
his bloody, battered lips. That broke my heart. I was so happy
he was still alive, but his words and hearing him rasp out my
name sent a pang of hurt throughout my body and a cold chill
down my spine. How could I have done something so wretched
to my own flesh and blood?
“Shut the fuck up! She can’t help you. The only one that
can help you is your accountant!” Eric barked, rushing over to
where I stood. I shot Eric an evil look. I wanted to kill him with
my bare hands. All this time, I’d thought I was in love
with Eric, but I realized right then that I was just infatuated
with his bad boy style and the things he represented.
Being with Eric had been like a walk on the wild side for
me . . . like an adventure. Being born with a silver spoon in my
mouth wasn’t enough. I had grown bored with growing up
wealthy and having everything at my disposal. From the time
I could remember, I’d had everything. And I do mean everything.
I guess all of the international trips, the private school
education, high-priced gifts for doing absolutely nothing at all,
having enough money at my disposal that I could afford to lose
thousands at a time and not even care and having every material
thing that I wanted just wasn’t enough for me. I was still
bored as hell. By the time I was eighteen, I wanted more.
I went out with a ghetto bad boy for the thrill of it. Eric
was the complete opposite of me. He had grown up dirt poor
and his story was stereotypical of what my parents had tried
to keep me away from—Eric’s mother was on crack, his father
was never in the picture, and he was raised by a grandmother
who was in such bad health that she couldn’t discipline him
or keep up with him. He was a street hustler by the time he
was fifteen years old and he came from the worst part of Virginia
Beach. Although Eric was just thirty-one, he had already
done two stints in prison. I had thought of him as such an adventure.
Not to mention that all of the hot sex, ecstasy pills,
and weed, run-ins with the law and making other girls jealous
also excited me about Eric. Every chick in Virginia Beach
wanted a piece of Eric Chambers, but he had chosen me. That
made me feel more special than any gift my father could have
ever given me. But look where my stupid infatuation and need
for a walk on the wild side led to.
“You think I’m fuckin’ playing, right?” Eric hissed, walking
over and kicking the already defenseless victim in the side.
“Aggh!” he screamed out in pain. I had not even realized I
was daydreaming and hesitating to make the call. “Stop it! You
said you wouldn’t hurt him!” I screeched. The tears were uncontrollable
“Bitch, if you don’t pick up the phone and dial somebody
to get the money, I will fuckin’ kill him and pin all this shit
on you! Or better yet, I might just kill your ass too,” Eric
barked. His face was so serious. I knew when he was bluffing
and this wasn’t one of those moments. I knew that if I didn’t
do it, Eric would be committing murder for real.
My hands were trembling fiercely as I dialed the familiar
number. I clutched my cell phone tightly against my ear and
prayed that the accountant answered. Eric was standing over
me menacingly as he brandished his gun so both of us could
“Hello,” I breathed into the phone through the computerized
voice disguiser. I swallowed hard when I recognized the
familiar voice on the message service that picked up. I felt like
I would piss on myself. Eric snatched the phone from me. He
could see that I had frozen up like a deer caught in headlights.
“We want three million in cash for his release. We ain’t
callin’ again! If you involve the cops, he dies. No second
chances!” Eric screamed into the phone.
My heart sank as I looked into the battered face of my own
father. I felt a sickening mixture of emotions. Part anger, part
regret, and a large part fear. I wished we weren’t at this point.
I wished my parents had hidden their disapproval of my wild
life instead of treating me so badly. In time, we could’ve worked
it out. But we didn’t, so I set up this scheme to get revenge.
I’d wanted them to hurt as much as I did, but now I see that
I was being greedy and self-centered. Damn, I wished that I
could rewind time.