Envy
G-Spot 2: The Seven Deadly Sins
An Urban Erotic Serial Tale Told in 7 Parts
ENVY: The 4TH DEADLY SIN
“Little Black Books”
by Noire
Urban Erotic Noire Publications
P.O. Box 3443
New York, New York 10185
G-Spot 2: The Seven Deadly Sins, ENVY: The 4TH 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.
Copyright © 2011 by Noire
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored, or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written consent of the Publisher, excluding brief quotes used in reviews. The Noire logo and its likeness are trademarks of Urban Erotic Noire Publications.
PART FOUR OF
NOIRE’S BLOCKBUSTER
URBAN EROTIC SERIAL TALE!
Juicy is facing a whole new set of problems!
The grimy road of life takes more crazy twists and turns when Juicy-Mo hits the bricks and lands right back in the heart of Harlem!
The chaos and danger she thought she’d escaped comes rushing back to haunt her as a blast from her past shows up in the basement of a funeral home!
What’s next for the sexy Harlem stunna who just can’t seem to catch a break? Will she end up stretched out cool in a box, or will she escape the clutches of her destiny and live to fight another day?
Find Out More In
G-SPOT 2: THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS
ENVY: THE 4
th
DEADLY SIN
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)
COMING SOON
Lifestyles of the Rich and Shameless:
Puttin’ Shame in the Game
Natural Born Liar:
The Misadventures of Mink LaRue
Dear Readers,
I can’t believe it!
ENVY the 4
th
Deadly Sin
is already here, and that means we are halfway through the saga of Juicy-Mo Stanfield and our harrowing journey through her crazy, dangerous, and exciting life!
Pride. Betrayal. Greed. ENVY. Lust. Trickery. Revenge.
I can’t tell you how many emails and messages I’ve received regarding
G-Spot 2: The Seven Deadly Sins
over the past few months. It has been really great to hear your thoughts, and to crack up about your predictions oft what’s waiting around the next corner for Juicy-Mo Stanfield, Harlem’s #1 Stunna.
I realize a serial novel isn’t something that has ever been done in the urban or erotic genres before, but I’m pleased that so many of you have come to understand this unique concept, and to wait on pins and needles for the next segment in the story to be published each month.
There are still a few readers who are slowly catching on to the fact that the seven parts of G-Spot 2 are not individual books, and therefore, there will not be a beginning, a middle, and a resolution at the end of every Deadly Sin.
The best way to look at G-Spot 2 is as a literary saga. Seven magnificent parts of one original novel where there are endless plot twists and turns, old characters getting murked and new characters showing up, and never a dull moment in between.
It takes a lot of skill to keep you committed to a saga of this magnitude for seven months, and I promise there will not be a resolution or an ending to the drama until the last page of REVENGE, and that’s the way the majority of my friends and readers want it!
So, thank you for loving and reading my Little Black Books. I’m sending each of you big ups and crazy love, all wrapped up in mad appreciation. Okay, the Urban Erotic Train is now rolling straight through Harlem, and I’m so happy that you’re riding with us! Find out why Envy is the 4
th
Deadly Sin, and as always, when you’re finished getting your read on, don’t forget to leave your review!
Noire,Your Serial Novel Queen
WARNING!
This here ain't no romance,
It's an urban erotic tale
Juicy's back in Harlem
And she’s bout to catch some hell
She’s creepin’ in the basement
And that shit is smellin’ foul
Drugs are flowing in the streets
And thugs are on the prowl
They’re racin’ for that paper,
Ain’t no tellin’ who’s gone win
Betta check ya jealous heart
’Cause
ENVY
is a
SIN!
CHAPTER 1
But it couldn’t be G!
G’s black ass was dead. I had watched Jimmy blast his whole chest open right in front of my eyes!
No, it wasn’t the notorious Granite McKay sitting in that plush armchair in the basement of that funeral home, but it
was
a stone-cold killer who was dressed like G from head to toe and twirling an onyx ring on his finger.
“
Fletcher!
” I screamed real loud when I recognized who it was. A huge wave of relief washed over me at the sight of Jimmy’s old friend from back in the day. “Boy! What the hell are you doing down here?”
“It’s Flex, remember?” he said smoothly. He stood up and opened his arms real wide, and I was so happy that G hadn’t crawled outta his wet grave to get me that I fell right into them.
“It’s good to see you, Juicy-Mo,” he held me close to his chest for a few seconds and then beamed at me with that same dumb, bucktoothed smile of adoration he used to give me back when he was ten.
“Boy, you almost made me pee on myself! I can’t believe it’s you!” I stepped back and took a good look at him while holding on tight to both of his hands.
“But what the hell are you
doing
down here?”
The last time I’d seen Fletcher Boykin I was chained to a pole in the Dungeon at the G-Spot. G had been feeling generous that day, so mad niggahs was coming through to fuck me for free, but I was bleeding and filthy, and so run-through that Flex didn’t even want him none.
I glanced around in disbelief. It looked like something out of a damn horror movie down there. The walls were made of rough cinderblocks, and exposed pipes and electrical wiring crisscrossed each other and ran over our heads.
“Boy, what in the world are you doing chilling in a damn funeral home?” I was
too
creeped out. Rita must have been outta her mind for sending me to hide out in a joint full of dead bodies.