Money is the Motto: "You're killing me, Money."

Draped in a navy blue three-piece suit, he slid through the glob of people and passed up the hostess stand. His destination had already been decided on and his refusal to stop until he reached was partially to blame on his heart. It had led him to the parking lot, willed him from his ride and straight to the table where the woman who’d summoned it sat with a nigga who could kiss their days together goodbye and a few others. Prior to walking inside, he’d only known her location. It was the divine connection he’d been suppressing since the day they met that directed Prophet to the madness that was currently staring back at him.

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Urban NIghts: Pride Aside

While we wait for the Summer novels to be completed (because I am taking my time and listening only when the characters speak to me, no rush on my end), I have something to soothe your craving. A collection of novelettes are set to be released - randomly - throughout the Summer. It was an idea I had back when I wrote Urban Tales but after three books, I had to move on from Southside. Just like clockwork, those characters came back to me, though. I’m here to tell the stories of the current residents of Southern Heights.

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Money is the Motto: "Do I Make You Nervous?"

I felt like I needed a do over. I have a lot of regrets in my writing career and I’m not ashamed to admit that. They nearly put me out of commission, but I refuse to allow them to handicap me. I won’t call this my comeback, but I will claim it to be my rebirth. I’m giving myself permission to begin, again. If you’re on this road with me, buckle up. It’s going to be a hell of a ride.

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