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A Gangster And A Gentleman

De'nesha Diamond, Kiki Swinson

ISBN 9780758251824
Publish Date 9/25/2012
Format Trade Paperback
Categories Fiction, Dafina
List Price: $15.00

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National bestselling authors Kiki Swinson and De’nesha Diamond bring you two irresistible novellas about men so bad, they’re everything you don’t need—and exactly what you want…

I Need a Gangsta Kiki Swinson

Melody Goldman isn’t about to let her rich, cheating, ungrateful husband walk out and leave her with nothing. Fortunately, ex-con Scotty Harris has no problem disposing of her problems in exchange for plenty of cold, hard cash—and hot, hard sexing. But when Scotty crosses one line too many, Melody’s revenge will be a hustle he never saw coming …

Gentlemen Prefer Bullets De’Nesha Diamond

Successful publicist Blake Scott survived by playing the Hollywood game…and keeping far, far away from her gangsta kingpin father. But now the only person who can protect her is his enforcer, Eli Hardwick. Good thing this thug cleans up real nice—and is even better when he gets down and dirty …

“Kiki captures the heat of the streets.” —Wahida Clark

“Diamond's hairpin plot twists, snappy dialogue, sultry sex scenes, and colorful, often hilarious characters keep the pages turning.” —Publishers Weekly on Heist


The Day of the Interview

The courtroom was pin-drop quiet and packed to capacity. The jury foreman stood up, the rustle of his suit making everyone in the room feel tense. He cleared his throat. The judge asked the foreman if the jury had reached the verdict. The foreman said yes and unfolded a piece of paper. He opened his mouth and the words seemed to come out in slow motion.

“We the jury, in the case of the Commonwealth of Virginia versus Melody Goldman, find the defendant not guilty of the charge of first-degree murder in count one of the indictment.”

A loud round of groans and moans filtered around the room.

“Order!” the judge shouted, banging his gavel.

Silence came once again. The foreman continued apprehensively. He could feel the evil eyes bearing down on him. “We the jury also find the defendant not guilty of the charge of manslaughter in count two of the indictment,” he finished.

The courtroom erupted in pandemonium. There were screams and moans. Reporters were running out of the courtroom so they could be the first to break the news. Melody Goldman grabbed her defense attorney in a long, tight embrace as relief settled on her shoulders like a cloak of comfort. She swiped away the happy tears from her face and mouthed, “Thank you,” to her attorneys. In her mind, justice had been served.

Melody could hear the news reporters and tabloid media personalities screaming, “Melody Goldman may have just gotten away with two murders! The verdict has shocked the nation!”

Melody was ushered out of the courtroom, shrouded by her team of attorneys. They had done it. Melody was a free woman. Once they hit the courthouse doors, throngs of reporters moved in for the kill.

“Ms. Goldman! How did you do it? How did you get away with murder?” reporters screamed as Melody tried to get out of the building. She kept her head low, hiding her face with her arms. She didn’t want anyone to see that she was smiling.

The replay of my courtroom scene almost brought a smile to my face again. I sat in the network studio watching myself on the big screen. The network had chosen to use the scene as an opening for the piece they were doing on my life. Next I heard the correspondent rehearsing her opening statements. It was all fascinating, to say the least.

“Tonight on Date Time, we bring you the story of Melody Goldman. Once a beautiful, wealthy, and widely popular socialite among the elite in the Tidewater area, Goldman narrowly escaped serving time in prison for heinous acts of murder that she says she was wrongly accused of, although Tidewater police and prosecutors have a different view on things. Tonight you will hear Goldman tell the story of how she went from a dazzling socialite who flaunted her position as the wife of criminal defense attorney to the stars Richard Goldman to the most hated woman in the United States. Police say she was aptly dubbed the black widow, who got away with not one but two murders. We will take you through Melody’s life, starting with her humble beginnings in the roughest neighborhood in Virginia Beach, through her whirlwind love affair and marriage to one of the most renowned defense attorneys in the United States, to her current life as a wealthy widow who says she enjoys every day of her life after coming so close to losing her freedom. Stay tuned as we bring you the story of Melody Goldman, a woman who, by her own account, got caught between a gangsta and a gentleman.”

I smirked to myself as I listened to Michelle Moyer, the host of the television special that would be featuring the rise in my celebrity and my even higher rise to grace, as she rehearsed the opening for our interview. The smirk turned into all-out laughter as I thought about the comment that I had gotten away with not one but two murders. It was nervous laughter, I have to admit, but I was thinking, You damn right I got away! I was the real victim. Those motherfuckers did themselves in. It was not me. Period. And now the world would know the truth about my story. I’d walked away from being convicted of horrible crimes, but not before I was put through some shit myself.

I folded my arms across my chest as I thought about the entire ordeal. Folding my arms was something the show’s producers had asked me not to do during the taping. Well, I was feeling defensive—that’s what my psychiatrist often told me whenever I folded my arms and twisted my lips in his presence. I didn’t care that people didn’t believe my side of the story; I knew the truth. I was going to tell it like it really happened. Not like the media had made it out to be when everything first happened. After listening to Michelle Moyer rehearse several times, I didn’t think what she was saying about me was too bad; at least she didn’t call me what everyone else had been calling me in the media—a jealous, scorned, gold-digging murderer who wanted revenge.

Michelle finished her intro and was ready to get down to business with the interview. She smiled at me as she settled into her chair directly across from me, and members of the crew put the finishing touches on her makeup. It was a phony smile, forced through her porcelain veneers. I could feel the envious vibe she was sending my way. It was clear that even Michelle Moyer, one of the top news correspondents in Virginia, was jealous of the still-fabulous Melody Goldman. I guess still fabulous was a bit of an understatement. I was new and improved. I mean, my natural beauty was still apparent even after all of the stress I had endured. I had stepped up my game from my old usual $500 weave to lace front wigs imported directly from India just for me. I kept my nails done with weekly manicures, and my skin was even more radiant than it was before my little run-in with the law. I say run-in because that’s just what it was. I am Melody Goldman—didn’t they know that? I was simply not to be fucked with. I also refused to take full responsibility. I would always maintain my innocence.

“Are you ready?” Michelle asked, still flashing that fakeas- a-three-dollar-bill smile.

I inhaled deeply. “As ready as I’m gonna get,” I answered, exhaling. I hadn’t really talked about all of the intricacies of my story since my trial. In fact, I had definitely pushed some things into the far reaches of my mind, but today, like I promised when the network agreed to pay me $200,000 for my story, I was going to tell everything, raw, uncut, and in their faces.

“O-okay, Ms. Goldman, or do-do you prefer Melody?” Michelle stumbled over her words.

“Melody is fine.”

“Melody, you are one of the most talked about women in America. Many people say you literally got away with murder. Although you say you didn’t do it, this can’t be how you planned your life. You can’t walk down the street without someone recognizing you. You’ve even received death threats. I mean . . . ,” Michelle started, her trailed off statement leading me down her little path.

“No, definitely not. As a little girl, I always knew I would be famous, though. I also knew I’d be just as fabulous as I am today,” I began.

“But did you know you’d be infamous?” Michelle blurted out, cutting in before I could say anything else. Her words struck me like a gut punch. I grabbed the edges of the chair and gripped them tightly. I was more determined than ever to tell the story now. I opened my mouth and thought about how it had all gotten started.

About De'nesha Diamond:

National bestselling author De’nesha Diamond burst onto the scene as the co-author of the gritty Desperate Hoodwives tales. The Essence magazine recommended series has taken the street-lit game by storm and paved a brand new path for the edgy Memphis native. Understanding that there is a fine line between glorifying thug life and telling it like it is, De’nesha Diamond spins cautionary tales inspired by personal experience and the heartbreaking stories that make our nightly news. In the end, she aims to deliver hope, even if sometimes there are no rides in the golden sunset.

About Kiki Swinson:

Kiki Swinson is the nationally bestselling author of over forty novels and short stories. Swinson’s works feature resilient women making tough—and sometimes not quite legal—decisions to survive. Her novels, inspired by her experiences and a five year stint in federal prison, have sold over 2.4 million copies. She completed her first novel while incarcerated and her second novel, Wifey, went on to become a #1 Essence bestseller and the first installment in one of today’s most popular urban series. A native of Portsmouth, Virginia—and a former hustler’s wife—Swinson resides in Virginia Beach, Virginia. Visit her online at

Photo Credit: Solomon & Solomon Photography

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