About The Book
Author: William J
Genre: Urban Fiction
For David, growing up on the mean streets of Philadelphia is no easy feat. Born in a crack infested neighborhood destroyed his family. His father, Clyde, is a dead beat crack addict who constantly abuses his mother Angela, a devout Christian. His younger brother John seemed to escape the wrath of Clyde, however, when a tragic turn of events lands his idol and mentor David in jail, he’s consumed by the streets.
Lita, who grew up in the same neighborhood is considered a tomboy and has no attraction to boys, until she meets David. One day she witnessed his heroics and becomes strangely attracted to David, who seems to shun her advances. But before she can capture his heart, David goes to jail. Lita is torn, but plans to do whatever to possess him as she awaits his release from prison.
When David comes home will he be able to save his family? Or will it be too late?
Will he finally give in to Lita’s advances? Or will he continue to flee her?
Watch and see as this riveting page turner keeps your eyes lusting for more…
William J is 29 years of age and a new urban fiction author. He was born and raised in Philadelphia, PA. As an adolescent he loved to read books. His mother always told him that he was very gifted and could accomplish anything he put his mind to. He recently opened up one of his gifts, and is continually striving to become a brand name author. Besides writing, he loves sports, computers, drawing, and life itself. At this very moment, his genre is urban fiction, but he plans to expand in the future.
His life experience, imagination and lessons learned have crafted his writing that many will enjoy.
Amazon Buy Link: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00XDTG42S
Book ExcerptsEXCERPT 1:
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Three more gunshots rang out as his son David, stamps three bullet holes the size of golf balls in his dad's face. David calmly watches him slide down the wall and slump forward. While Clyde lies dead on the ground, momentarily twitching, the only thing David notices is the death grip Clyde has on the pipe with fumes still seeping out.
Satisfied, David swiftly throws his hood on before walking to the mouth of the alley and looking both ways. When all seems clear, he puts his head down and scurries out. Unbeknownst to David, a pair of eyes had been watching the entire time.
David was the last person left at his mother’s grave site and he is torn. Although Angela had a beautiful funeral, he still can’t fathom the idea that she's gone.
“Mom,” he mutters, as tears stream down his face. He steps up to the headstone and begins to speak out loud, “I guess even you'd be surprised to learn that under the most trying situations, even your thought's can turn against you. My conscience has eaten me alive, stress and duress are enemies to my mind. They are two of the primary factors, of that often used terminology “Pressure busts pipes.” It is also our human nature that intertwines our uncertainty with lack of will power. It proves that at the end of the day, we are without faith in God nothing more than mere mortals. I won't fret mom, because there's an inner me that is stronger than all of these elements combined.”
David was overwhelmed with emotion and has to gather himself as tears fall freely and he cries like a baby.
Outside the Jail
“So David, tell me, what is your friend into?” Joy asked from the driver's seat.
David was calmly relaxed in the back seat and really didn't feel like talking, so he casually replies, “He bout to come out in a minute.”
“I know that, but I asked you.”
Damn she starting to irk me, “Yo, like I said before, he bout to come out.”
“Oh my bad, I just figured since that was your friend you might could fill me in,” she explained, slightly hurt.
David ignores her and continues to stare out the window watching the entrance.
Annoyed at his behavior, Lita quickly turns around in her seat, “David is there some type of problem?”
He was waiting for her to open her mouth. “Step out the car for a minute,” he ordered, while exiting the vehicle.
Lita quickly complied, prepared for a confrontation. Unfortunately, as soon as they stepped out, Tone was headed their way.
“I know that ain't my fuckin main man right there,” Tone pumped, as he approached.
David looked up with a smile, recognizing his comrade’s voice. Tone smiles as well as they embrace each other. “So they finally let you out, huh,” David said, taking a step back admiring his friend.
“Aye man you know they can’t hold a playa forever, but fuck all that, I see you doing big things out here,” Tone acknowledged, once he saw the Benz, “and you chilling wit models too,” he compliments, giving Lita a once over.
Lita was all smiles, liking Tone already.
“Dog it's nothing major, besides we got other things to discuss,” David said, becoming serious.
“Damn David, you not gone introduce me to your friend?” Lita asked.
“Oh Yeah, Tone this Lita, Lita this Tone.”
Tone was taken aback, because David's stories wasn't adding up, especially standing in front of this vixen. “Hold up,” he said, pausing for effect, “I know this ain't the infamous Lita?”
“Yeah that's her,” David answered, all smiles.
Lita was upset and her facial expression showed it, “What the fuck is that supposed to mean Tone?”
“Oh nothing sweetheart, but I have to tell you, this man right here,” he said, placing his hand on David's shoulder, “used to talk about you every day, and from my eyes I knew he was madly in love.”
Lita started cheesing. “For real?” she asked, staring at David with lust.
“Absolutely!” Tone said, discreetly winking at David. Just then Joy exit's the car and approaches, and Tone couldn't help himself as he spoke, “Damn homie, you ain't tell me we was on Rip the Runway,” he offered, staring at Joy with complete admiration.
Joy smiled at the comment, liking him already, he's not bad looking either, she thought.
Tone immediately sticks his hand out. “Angel,” he began, “please tell me your name.”
“Joy,” she answered, returning the gesture.
“I knew it had to be something like that, cause you damn sure bring joy to my eyes!” He then bends down and kisses the back of her hand.
Joy was showing all teeth, “David I like your friend.”