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Alicia Howard doesn't hand out motivation; she slaps you awake with it. Queens Don't Crumble is the raw, bougie-hood survival manual for women who are done begging, folding, or apologizing for their power. Part memoir, part sermon, and part money playbook, it's the story of a St. Louis girl who crawled out of chaos, built her own empire from scratch, and learned to mix sage smoke with spreadsheets. From losing her mother and rebuilding her life in Phoenix to running multiple LLCs, buying her first home, and enrolling in college while raising kids, Alicia turns every heartbreak and hustle ...

Bonnie is a sexy beast that hustles these streets, nigga, and bitches out that money. She doesn't care how she get that paper as long as she eats well and rides plush. Bonnie is a heavy hitter that don't take any shit. She has been sitting a five-year bid now that she’s out Bonnie is ready to take the hood over once again. Clyde is beautiful a laid back hustler that owns most of the hood. It's only one person stand in the way of him being the king of it all. A nigga name Lynch. Clyde is determined to have it all because whatever he wants he gets. Nothing will stand in his way or so he ...

Dallas knew bring women into the plan would be genesis. Now he feels like he has out done himself with bring Shannon, Jasmine, Jay, and Nisha into the equation. These women are more then what the doctor order. Cash head is spinning from the games Jay played on him. He never seen the Duffle Bag Bitches coming. Most men are sucker for long legs and big hips. Shannon has one of the Duffle Bag men open. Jasmine husband is happy with this lifestyle she has chosen. Nisha is along for the ride long as the price. Should Shannon mix business with pleasure? Will Cash find Jay? Can Jasmine have this ...

Loyalty is the name her mother gave her. It is funny to her because her mother does not know shit about loyalty. As a matter of fact, her mother is the most disloyal person she knows. Loyalty mother’s ways pushed her into this world early. Loyalty has been taken care of herself since she was fifteen years old. She ended up with a dope crib, ride, and in medical school. Not bad for the little girl who raises herself. Even though she is doing will, she is sick of stripping to make all this possible. A few months’ shy of twenty-one. A year left of medical school. She is ready to quit. ...

~Street Bitches Don’t Need Love~ Heather Douglas Blackmon aka Hurricane became the queen of the streets after her father was killed. She has everything a street bitch would want the cars, money, clothing, looks, and to top it off the best plug to the dope game in the world, yet all she really wants is the love her father use to give. Have you ever been in love? No! Hurricane hasn’t either up until her father’s dead. Until she thought she meet the man of her dream. She married him, they work together side by side in the street. Yeah he did normal nigga shit, lie, and cheat, but ...

That’s right! Me and my bitch walked off hand and hand now we off to live happily ever after, whatever the hell that means. Bonnie was just what the doctor ordered for a nigga like myself. Who am I? I'm Clyde and if you didn't know that already, you haven’t read Bonnie & Clyde of the Hood. Skylar finally stopped blowing my phone up after Bonnie told her when she sees her she's going to put hands on her. But is she really gone for real? My bro Bing - the married family man....but is he happy? Is his wife who we think she is or will he have to kill her? And last but not least, who is this...

In the ruthless streets of St. Louis, survival ain’t optional—it’s law. And for Dallas, Mack, Zane, and Dizzy, better known as the Duffle Bag Killers, the code is simple: get rich or die bloody. They ain’t just some crew chasing fast money—they’re street strategists, body droppers, and duffle snatchers, building an empire one dead opp at a time. Loyalty runs deep, but so does betrayal. And in a city where second chances don’t exist, these four know the only way out is through the bag—or a bullet. Dallas runs the game like chess, cold and calculated. Once a pimp, now a power-...

Some people would call her a whore or gold digger. She would say she just likes the finer things in life. A women out for hers by any means necessary, she believes she is god’s greatest gift to men. With the body of a goddess, and the face of an angel. You probably expect a romantic love story. Too bad she don’t know what the fuck love is. Cold Heart should be her middle name! There is nothing she won’t do for money. She doesn’t care who she has to cross to get it. To find out who she will kill, steal, cheat, and rob to support her lavish lifestyle you must read the book.

They say cats have nine lives. I think Mack does, too. Who am I? If you don't know me by now, Dallas, you should read more. I am coming from Portland to St. Louis, MO... OAM coming. I am gone; you've had a hell of a ride since I got here. I teamed up with Zane, Mack, and Dizzy. We caused much trouble, jacking the boys and walking away with a Duffle Bag full of money. Then we hit a cold spot because the nigga was becoming aware of how we moved. Me being the business man I am beginning to wonder how I could get close to these niggas again. That is when I incorporated four of the bad bitches ...

The funny thing about the streets is you never know who really loves you or whom you can trust. Heather Blackmon better known as Hurricane knows this story all too well. After burying her father Heavy, husband Taz and his crew leaving her for dead. Even though she beats the odds and lives. Hurricane got a new plug along with crew and game plan too. You think life to her would be sweet. Yet sometimes things are just not the way they seem. What’s the deal with her new plug? Will WC prove Hurricane right that men ain’t to be trusted? Will she have to kill him along with Taz? I know the ...

North crackling, we caught a clown slipping, but the Duffle Bag Bitches didn’t kill him. Dallas knows now that was a wrong move we would never make that type of mistake again. I hear that Cash is still on the hunt. I hope he finds what he is looking for. I know what you are thinking “You let that fun boy live.” He has too much to lose and not enough heart to rumble with the crew. We just to smooth baby the Duffle Bag Bitches are just getting started. We on our way to Vegas to pay a visit to a nigga by the name of Don Q. Will Cash get to air Jay? That damn Mack is alive but will he ...

Dallas, once a slick pimp with game, knows the real power lies in a woman’s hands. With that knowledge, he puts together a crew that ain’t just pretty faces they’re the Duffle Bag Bitches, a squad of cold-hearted, boss bitches. Jasmine, Shannon, Jay, and Nisha each have deadly skills, looks that kill, and a hunger for more. They rise quickly, taking over the streets with ease, but when power and passion mix, shit gets messy. Jay’s got Cash, a rival, wrapped around her finger, playing with fire. Shannon’s caught up with a Duffle Bag man, losing focus when she needs it most. ...

Kesha, Tosha, Staci, and Shynedra didn’t choose the struggle—it chose them. Raised by the streets, abandoned by love, and bonded by pain, these four baddies formed a crew that moves like family and grinds like a cartel. Together, they go by one name: STL FINEST. Dysfunctional homes. Hard lessons. A hunger for sex and stacks. These women don’t play about money—and if you want their time, you have to pay to play. They never trusted love nor, did they care to. That shit was foreign. But what happens when men with real motives step in? Who is Kurt—and is he bold enough to bring love ...

Hurricane, Hurricane, Hurricane why must you play these complicated games? The man vowed to love me, yet he left me lifeless. The nigga is basically a lame raping, beating, and torturing me for figures he will never see. However, I love when a nigga under underestimate me. My father trained me the game on so many different levels. It makes me unstoppable. What this lame overlooked to be a drug lord you have to be ingenious. Don’t pay attention to me, read the book. The shit about to go to a new level.

"Hey, you I am Shannon from the Duffle Bag Bitches." Zane side-eyes her. "Anyway, I am Zane one of the Duffle Bag founders and Capo." Shannon rolls her eyes "Boy stop if it wasn't for me and my girls you would have never become a Capo." Zane knows Shannon is bugging. "Girl I been a boss that's how I got you" Shannon laughs. "Got me you don't have me yet I am not married" Zane can't believe she tried it. "You carrying my baby and rocking my sing." Shannon knew he would bring that up. "Whatever" Shannon is over him "Whatever nothing nigga." Zane is not a game. "Look we are going to tell them ...

It’s alive…. or so Rashida, Taz, Craig, and Breeze believes. Hurricane has come from the dead to make their life a living hell by driving them crazy. If your crew tried to kill you how would you repay them? Is Stacy trustworthy as Hurricane believes? Will Wesley better known as WC get Hurricane to love again? Who is Yayo, Zeke, Smooth, and Blaze? Tanya can’t raise children or can she? Is Taz rethinking all of this? Stop asking all these questions read the book!!!

Asia’s life was never hers. She was used, abused, and betrayed by the one person who was supposed to protect her—her mother. A crack-out prostitute who traded her daughter’s body to pay her debts. But Asia made a promise to herself: Never again. All she ever wanted was love. The only person who ever offered her that was Sean—but was he her boyfriend, her best friend, or just another ghost in the wind? When Jay-South dies, that answer might be buried with him. Love didn’t find Asia. Pain did. And pain made her VICIOUS. Now she’s the most feared drug dealer in St. Louis. Ruthless....

Kahli was raised by his uncle Dab until his right-hand Heat took the nigga life. To this day Kahli often cries asking God why the good niggas got to die? When Dab found Heat, nigga was struggling baby mama wilding out in theses streets fucking the nigga pontas, cousins, and brothers. I guess it fair to say the whole hood loves her. Dab pull the nigga up; because it is enough people in the world that don't give a fuck. Kahli always warned, “Unc these niggas not built like us, they don't keep it real like us.” The words came back to haunt Dab the day Heat set him up, put a bullet in his ...

Damn this is crazy Mack got shot again. Nisha played the crew like that. Whydon'tt people just keep one hundred? Dallas told her death was the only way out, I guess she didn't believe him. Vicious and Venom are running everything. Youdidn'tt see that coming, now the cat is out of the bag. Dallas loves these women, and it hadn't been for them teaching him everything he knows, they would have never made it this far. The Dallas team is ready to settle down, or at least aside, to live life. Will Shannon's baby survive? If not, will Zane marry her? Is Tasha about that life? Dizzy fell in love by...

West Coast Love Trap: takes you deep into the gritty streets where loyalty is tested, love is complicated, and survival is the name of the game. Vanessa, a badass woman with curves that kill, makes a bold move to the West Coast, seeking a fresh start away from the toxic mess she left behind in Saint Louis. But escaping her past isn't that simple—especially with Trey, the smooth-talking thug, still trying to pull her back into his chaotic world whenever it suits him. In Phoenix, Vanessa finds herself caught in a dangerous game of emotions as she navigates new friendships, unexpected ...