THIS IS A SELF-HELP-ME BOOK. I don't have all the answers. I am not claiming to be an expert on life. I am definitely not an expert on relationships or love. But I can speak on how both relationship and love waltzed into my life. So yes, this is a SELF-HELP-ME book. Now if this is not something that suits your fancy because I'm not dressed in a thong with my butt cheeks hanging out. I am not sorry. There is more to me than a big butt and a smile. I do have a brain, you know. I am not offended because I know that there are other girls and women like myself out in the world. Someone will get...

There were two deaths on November 2, 1995, in Paterson, New Jersey. The death of my seven-year old brother due to a form of cancer called Glioblastoma (malignant brain tumor). I was nine-years old at the time of his untimely passing. I was a nine-year old with an impressionable mind that was fragile. I was a nine year old who had to face the abandonment of his father. I was a nine-year-old living in a single parent household with my mom who I looked at as my mom and dad. I was a nine-year old who had a helluva life that left me bitter and resentful. No one saw this coming, not even me. He Was...

I wanted out, but that came with a hefty price tag. Even though I was the mother of his second-born, his precious daddy's little girl that didn't seem to mean shit He called the shots and I was supposed to bow down to his feet and like it. And I did what I was told. It was the only way for me to survive and not die by the hands of my baby daddy. But then, one day, my soul began to speak. I felt like I had wings to fly. Fly away from the stress and strife and pain that I endured every single day. I felt different in my skin. My eyes began to see my reality: 15 and 6-feet under if I didn't...

"I, Lucille "Sissie" Ward, found it very hard to prove my worth. You hear of jewels at a young age and rocks, they talk of resources in grammar school. Every year they painted our school classrooms and always took care of trees on many streets. After every winter they black top roads and filled potholes. Always were laying new pipes in the road. They often sprayed areas to cut down on mosquitoes. All these things never told me my personal worth, as I was just a part of neighborhoods where all this work took place. A lot of sidewalks were removed, as gray slate was practically everywhere as...

As Xavier Combs III turns the pages to Anonymous and Sleepin' Wit' the Virus, his feelings toward Avery's promiscuous loves leaves him in a state of utter fury. It leaves him baffled and skeptical about how Avery really contracted HIV. With trust being the #1 factor in their relationship Xavier begins to question Avery's ethics. With so much doubt festering inside of him, Xavier takes a hiatus from the woman who stole his heart to mend his broken pieces. Sidetracked by the anguish that consumes him, Xavier is oblivious of whom is about to enter his life. The caramel-glaze skin, sexy, and also...

Wearing suggestive lips and a curvaceous frame, Avery Love, is the lust of men and the desire of one woman, who both yearn to share her panties. With her powersuit and cigar she knows how to play with the big boys, but as fate has it her life takes a drastic detour and Avery has to learn how to stay in the game. It is not until she reunites with her best friend, Johnnie that Avery finds herself escaping from the grips of bondage. She is thrilled by the fact that life breathes within her again. Unfortunately, tragedy strikes without warning and Avery falls to her feet in despair. But a...

Desperate times call for desperate measures and Everetta Dildo is desperate. With her deadline fast approaching she must finish her novel that she hasn't started. She reflects upon her own anger, pain, and dirty ass sexual fantasies and creates...PINK KHOCOLATE. Pink Khocolate, born Embellish B., and tired of her broken heart and the unfaithfulness of men, she sheds the boredom and bullshit to become the Empowered Sexual CEO of Pussi Control, Inc. As a "Khocolate Companion" she becomes torn between the eleven year-old girl she never was and the woman she is. Embellish yearns to free her...

There must be a freeze on men or Avery Love is among the few women who can't seem to catch a "decent" man. Her dripping wet kitty is starving to be fed, with an intimacy so electric her body shivers with orgasmic pleasures. But needing to be fed properly she calls an ex-lover to tame her kitty. What is not known is that Avery remembers all the pain and wants sweet revenge of seducing her mate to spend the night. Not only is her mate sleeping with her, he is also Sleepin' Wit' the Virus. Life is more than just a one-night stand, Avery thinks. Reminiscing about when she divulged her deep secret...

"When you're so used to so much bad in life, how can one rummage to the good?" Those who know Karla Denise Baker a.k.a Necey are wondering the same exact thing. How can one woman go through so much hell and still bring a smile to her face? How can she encourage others when her own life is in such disarray? This candid memoir is a tell-all of how bleak her life was and to a certain extent still is, but it also explains how her marriage saved her from life's destructions. She shows how hope and faith and dreaming keep her pushing forward to find solace and drench herself in happiness. "There I...

Listen bytches, I know how to work my twat. I did not stutter. I said twat. Who am I? I am every forty years old worst enemy. Thirty year olds despise me because I make 'em look bad. Twenty year olds are giving me my due respect. And these skanky bytches out here who think some stank pussy is going to keep their baby boys happy know not to play wit' me 'cos I'll play those amateur 'hood rats out. I'll have these skanky bytches giving head for a nickel and tell 'em to keep a penny for change 'cos that's how much their dirty pussies are worth. A goddamn penny That's right No, you don't want...