Authors: Noire
Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Erotica, #Romantic Erotica, #Urban
Trickery
PART SIX
OF NOIRE’S BLOCKBUSTER
URBAN EROTIC SERIAL TALE!
Harlem is caught in a vicious three-way scheme! Will Juicy get tangled in the deadly web of violence?
Life is getting real tricky for Juicy Mo-Stanfield as she hides in plain sight right in the heart of Harlem. With the powerful Trey Jackson watching her back, Juicy-Mo just can’t go wrong. Or can she?
When the major players in the game get greedy, scheming becomes second nature and former friends become distant, bitter foes. Are the hard knocks of the past over for Juicy? Or will the vicious hand of street life strike one more violent blow to her gut?
Find Out More In
G-SPOT 2: THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS
TRICKERY: THE 6th DEADLY SIN
The Urban Erotic Serial Saga Continues!
ALSO BY NOIRE
URBAN EROTIC TALES
G-Spot
Candy Licker
Thug-A-Licious
Thong on Fire
Hood
Hittin’ the Bricks
Unzipped
URBAN EROTIC QUICKIES
From the Streets to the Sheets
URBAN EROTIC APPETIZERS
Baby Brother (with 50 Cent)
Maneater: Sugar-Honey-Ice-Tee
(with Mary B. Morrison)
Lifestyles of the Rich and Shameless:
Puttin’ Shame in the Game
(with Kiki Swinson)
COMING SOON
Natural Born Liar:
The Misadventures of Mink LaRue
NOIRE
G-Spot 2:
The Seven Deadly Sins
An Urban Erotic Serial Tale Told in 7 Parts
TRICKERY: The 6
TH
DEADLY SIN
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TH
Deadly Sin is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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2012 by Noire
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ISBN- 13: 978–0–9830936–6–4
ISBN- 10: 0–9830936–6–0
First Printing April 2012
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Dear Readers!
Yes, it’s been a long time since we last talked, but the urban erotic serial train has pulled into the station once again, and we’re about to give it to you harder and hotter than ever before!
I’d like to thank all my loyal readers and friends for the love and messages of support you’ve sent me over the past few months. Life happened to me and I’m grateful for your uplifting prayers during my time of crisis, and there were many days that me and my family took comfort from your warm words.
The first five parts of
G-Spot 2: The Seven Deadly Sins
introduced you to an original serial tale told in a manner and a format that is unlike any other book on the market. I can’t describe how rewarding it’s been to have my creativity, bold originality, and unique method of storytelling recognized by readers all over the world, and now that we’ve made it all the way to
Trickery, the 6th Deadly Sin
in the world’s first
Urban Erotic Serial Tale
, you know the ever-present danger and extra-steamy sexual tension will definitely keep you sweating it out on the edge of your seat!
And since you’ve been so patient and understanding as I took care of my family and lived the majority of my life offline, I’m happy to announce that I have not one, but TWO urban erotic tales dropping for you this month!
Yes, my latest banga,
NATURAL BORN LIAR: The Misadventures of Mink LaRue
, will be published on April 24, 2012 by Dafina Books. I can’t wait to introduce you to the sexy, Harlem-born Mink LaRue. Trust, Mami Mink is nobody’s joke, and whether you hate her or love her, this underdog will always rise to the top!
But while you’re waiting to meet Miss Mink, grab a seat on the urban erotic train and take a long ride with Juicy-Mo down the perilous roads of her latest hood adventure. Find out why the
6th Deadly Sin
is called
Trickery,
and see what kind of twisted, devious schemes are perpetrated on those who get caught slippin!
And remember, this is street life my friends, so make sure you sleep with one eye open!
With lots of love,
Noire
Your Serial Novel Queen
WARNING!
This here ain’t no romance
It’s an urban erotic tale
Thugs are straight up wildin’
And they’re scheming for ya mail!
Tongues are slithering just like snakes
So you better watch your back
Grimy double-crossin’ has
Become a hood-life fact!
Rival clicks are perpetrating scams to get it in,
TRICKERY
is a mutha in this deadly ghetto sin!
Praise for
G-Spot: An Urban Erotic Tale
#1
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Magazine Bestseller
“The Coldest Winter Ever meets ADDICTED!”
– Jamise L. Dames, Bestselling author of Momma’s Baby, Daddy’s Maybe
“Freedom comes with a price in Noire’s sexy, gritty urban melodrama. Noire’s heady brew of lethal realism and unbridled sexuality should spell ‘hot and bothered’ for erotic fiction fans.” –
Publishers Weekly
In the beginning…
Have you ever rolled over in the middle of the night and been so damn thankful you just broke down and cried? Did you praise God for delivering you from a grimy Dungeon and blessing you with a tiny taste of heaven? Did you wake up every morning chillin’ in the arms of the one you loved? Snuggled deep in the sheets like nothing could ever hurt you? That shit felt perfect, didn’t it? So perfect, that you let your guard down and stopped looking over your shoulder, right? But then…did you get caught slippin? Did you start waking up in the darkness gripped by fear? Your body trembling in terror? Did you lay there paralyzed, with prophecy lurking over your head and holding you prisoner? Did you feel doomed to a punishment that you knew you didn’t deserve? Did you search desperately for a way out, but no matter how far you ran, you just couldn’t outrun your fate? Come hang out with me for a minute, y’all. Sit down and get comfortable as I tell you what happened when I hauled ass outta Harlem and ran smack into my destiny. My name is Juicy Monique Stanfield. I escaped from the G-Spot, and this is the
rest
of my story…
CHAPTER 1
I stood there trembling in Trey’s arms as I tried to make sense of the craziness that was coming out of his mouth.
“It’s your girl. It’s Rita. Somebody pulled a kick-door on her crib and they shot Rita in her sleep.”
“Nooo!
” I shook my head and buried my face in Trey’s chest as his arms tightened around my back. “
That can’t be true
!” I screamed as my knees sagged a little bit and then straight-up collapsed and buckled.
“
Ritaaa . . .”
I threw my head back and wailed. Trey gripped me in his rock-hard arms and held me up on my feet as I screamed for my girl. A knot of grief swelled up inside of me and I cried from way down in my gut as a bolt of hot pain ripped through my heart. “Rita . . .
noooo
!”
“I’m sorry, Juicy,” Trey kept saying as he held me close. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry.” My tears soaked the front of his shirt. His big hands rubbed all over my back and shoulders as he tried to comfort me with gentle, soothing words.
“Please, God,” I begged as a fresh river flowed from my eyes. “Not Rita,” I pleaded. “
Please
not Rita! Trey!” I hollered. “
Trey
! Please tell me that shit ain’t true!”
But it
was
true. I could feel it in the way he held me. Like I was a baby bird who needed protecting. Like he was trying to suck some of my pain deep inside his heart so there wouldn’t be quite so much for me to bear.
I looked up at him and in a quick rush of breath I asked him a question, even though I knew the answer might fuck me all the way up.
“Is Rita dead? D-d-did she die?”
He shook his head quickly and held me even tighter, “No. She’s alive, Juicy. She’s in a bad way, but your girl is still alive.”
“W-w-where is she?” I moaned. My knees sagged again. My whole body felt weak.
“Harlem Hospital,” Trey said quietly. His lips were warm on my ear as he clutched me close to his body and rocked me like a baby. “C’mon. Put your shoes on, Juicy.” He sat me down on the bed and helped me into my sandals, and then he led me gently toward the door. “Come on, baby. Let me take you over there.”
$$$$$
“But how could this happen?” I kept asking as we zipped down the crowded city streets in Trey’s whip. I was riding up front with him, and Chiney was sitting in the back. “Rita don’t have no money! Why would somebody break in her house to rob her and then just start shooting all crazy like that?”