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Her man demanded loyalty, but her body wouldn’t obey.

Have you ever rolled over in the middle of the night and realized you were doing things you swore you’d never do? Sexing brothers you vowed you’d never touch? Bending backwards and stooping lower than you ever thought you’d stoop? Well if you can feel me even a little bit, then let me hit you with a story that just might blow your mind. . . .

Nineteen-year-old Juicy Stanfield is the sexy young girlfriend of Granite “G” McKay, owner of Harlem’s notorious G-Spot Social Club. A drug dealer with a lethal streak, he runs Harlem with an iron fist. But even the cash and the bling can’t keep Juicy from getting restless, and while G fulfills her every material desire, she’s burning up with unrequited sexual energy. To cheat on him would mean a death sentence; so Juicy finds pleasure in secret ways: fantasizing on crowded subways or allowing her eyes to hungrily take in the male dancers on the club’s ladies night.

But as Juicy’s sexual cravings grow stronger, one thing becomes frighteningly clear: She’s a virtual prisoner in G’s dangerous world. As G begins to suspect her of playin’ him, he pulls the reins he keeps on her even tighter. If she’s ever to escape and get a life of her own she must find a way to start stashing away some of G’s cash. But doing that under G’s watchful eye is a challenge she might not live up to–especially when her appetite tempts her with the deadliest desire of all: G’s very own son. . . .


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Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #23325 in Books
• Published on: 2006-08-29
• Released on: 2006-08-29
• Original language: English
• Number of items: 1
• Binding: Mass Market Paperback
• 320 pages

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• ISBN13: 9780345486875
• Condition: NEW
• Notes: Brand New from Publisher. No Remainder Mark.
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From Publishers Weekly
When a beautiful, kept black woman pulls herself out from under the thumb of her deadly, manipulative lover, she learns that freedom comes with a price in Noire's sexy, gritty urban melodrama. Nineteen-year-old Juicy and her unstable brother, Jimmy, were raised in Harlem by their grandmother after a drug dealer shot their "junkie ho" mother. Her steady since she was 17 is overbearing Granite "G" McKay, major thug/owner of the G-Spot Social Club, part drug house, part strip joint. More than twice her age, G gives Juicy all the bling she wants, but their stagnant sex life and his mercilessness have made her restless. Ever-feisty Juicy sates her hunger by watching male strippers on G-Spot's Ladies' Night and then by hooking up with G's son, Gino, who's just come from California. But when Juicy discovers that Jimmy is on G's payroll—and when the person who told her gets murdered—she rounds up friend Rita and both risk their lives to double-cross the increasingly cold-blooded G. Juicy and Gino also hatch a plan to steal G's hidden loot, but are set up on a fake drug run to Atlantic City. Several beatings and a gang rape later, Juicy and Jimmy finally manage to settle the score in the ultra-violent conclusion. Noire's heady brew of lethal realism and unbridled sexuality should spell "hot and bothered" for erotic fiction fans.
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From Booklist
"Granite" McKay is a Harlem hustler who owns the social club G-Spot, where high rollers spend $1,000 just to enter. The favors include dancers, drinks, drugs, and sex. G always chooses a beautiful virgin to show off and claim for himself. His woman of the moment is 19-year-old Juicy Stanfield. G took in Juicy and her younger brother, Jimmy, after their grandmother's death. G pays for Juicy's college education, but he also controls and intimidates her. G's son, Gino, returns to Harlem after his college graduation to help his father establish a new club. Juicy and Gino begin a hot affair that causes G's whole operation to regroup. G's pride forces him to flex his muscles, Jimmy is determined to save his sister, Gino is finished with his father, and Juicy faces horrible mental and physical torture. This is being billed as an urban erotic tale, and it lives up to the billing. Lillian Lewis
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Chapter One I It was right around midnight and bodies were heating up at the G-Spot. I should have been at home studying for a chemistry test but instead I was sitting with my girl Brittany in a private booth at the most expensive gentleman’s club in Harlem.

“This place is the shit, Juicy.” The music was loud and Brittany was dancing in her seat. “Your man is large,” Brittany said. “Old as dirt, but large. If Cecil owned a fly joint like this instead of a detail shop, I’d be hanging lovely every night. I can’t believe they charge a grand just to get in the door, but with all these rich-ass basketball players and rap artists up in here I guess cheddar ain’t nothing but cheese.”

Saturday night was Ladies Night at the G-Spot Social Club. Although the lap dances and private parties catered to the men, one night a week sisters came out to drool over some of the sexiest brothers on the New York street scene.

Brittany was steady running her mouth. She was in my finance class at Fordham University, and I had invited her down to the Spot because I liked having company.

“Juice,” she said, “this place is not only classy, but it’s also hot! Thanks for getting me in for free, but damn, girl, when are the brothers coming out?”

“Hold on,” I told her. “The male strippers are coming up next.” And that’s when my trouble will really begin, I thought, crossing my legs.

“Don’t get me wrong,” Brittany said. Dressed in a short white skirt and a silk halter, she was drinking double shots of Alize and had three lines of coke laid out on the table in front of her. “I mean, the girls are working it, but where are the men with the fine bodies? I want to see some hard asses and Mandingo backs. Maybe even get me some dill-zick, if they slinging any!”

As soon as she said that I looked around for G and saw him walking up the stairs like he did every night at this time. G was a man of habit. I could put my money on it that every night at exactly midnight, he would disappear upstairs to check on his drug operation and make sure each nanogram of his powder was accounted for.

The house rule was to get the men to spend every dime in their pockets, and every girl had to do her part. It was about getting them to buy drinks all night, pay for lap dances; and if they wanted to fuck, they paid for the sex and the room, too.

And Brittany was right. Money wasn’t a big thing for the drug dealers and playas, but I could see how it would turn her on. The dollars had my nose open at first too, but not anymore. These days chasing the thing that I wanted most could get me killed. It was like being addicted to candy and working in a chocolate factory where the product was off limits. Night after night I sat in the G-Spot, the biggest sex den in New York City, and watched others get what I needed.

Let me just put it out there.

I was a nineteen-year-old Harlem girl with a healthy appetite. But it wasn’t sweets that I craved. And it wasn’t drugs. It wasn’t jewelry, and it wasn’t Prada skirts or fur coats neither. All that stuff was at my fingertips, mine for the taking. I was miserable in spite of all the bling. Because even though I rolled with the richest man in Harlem, I couldn’t get my g-spot hit. I was Granite McKay’s woman, and I craved dick.

I guess you could say G inherited me from my grandmother, who had been good friends with him and his mother. Even though he was twenty-seven years older than me, I had known him all my life. When I was a kid we lived on 136th Street in Harlem, and I used to run numbers for my grandmother. I could remember what everybody on the block played, and I never forgot a bet. Grandmother was sanctified but she played her some numbers every day. I would run up to the number house and put the numbers in, then keep track of who hit without ever writing any of it down. Every afternoon when whoever hit got paid, my grandmother got her cut and me and my younger brother Jimmy got a Nehi grape soda, a pack of watermelon Now & Laters, and some rainbow jawbreakers.

G owned the number spot and a lot of other businesses in Harlem, too. He had been married to a Puerto Rican woman at one time, but people said she disappeared one day and nobody ever went looking for her. G had a son named Gino, but nobody had seen him in years. He went to college in another state because G wanted him to live a different type of life.

By the time I was fifteen I was looking at Granite McKay with grown-woman eyes because he had a body that was out of this world. I had heard all kinds of rumors about older men like him. Old men give you worms. Old cum turns into buttermilk. Old balls sag and have gray hairs on them. I didn’t listen to none of that shit because I didn’t think it applied to the way G was laying it down. Young or old, he was the finest man I’d ever seen in my life. G was tall and had dark skin and hair that was real black and wavy. Every six months he was driving a spanking new car. People on the street worshiped him and treated him like the king of Harlem.

But one day me and Jimmy and Grandmother watched from our window as G beat a man down on a street corner. The man was bleeding and begging for his life, and G held him down and bent his fingers back one at a time. All ten of them. I could feel his bones crack. A cop car drove up and when the patrolmen inside saw that it was G administering the ass-whipping they pulled away and kept right on going. When I asked Grandmother what the man could have done that was so bad, she told me he was G’s cousin, and that he’d cheated G out of twenty dollars on a bet. I couldn’t understand it because G was so rich. He owned all the drug dealers in Harlem. He owned the number spots and restaurants and clubs. Twenty dollars was nothing to a man like him.

But Grandmother said it was the betrayal and not the money that almost got the man killed. She said G had killed other people for less than that and the only reason G didn’t kill this man because they were family and had grown up together and G loved him. I saw the man not too long after that on Malcolm X Boulevard and both of his hands were in a cast. One of his eyeballs was gone out the socket and he had no front teeth. Grandmother said G let his cousin live as a lesson to everybody walking the streets of Harlem: Nobody betrayed G and got away with it.

“Girl, you sure the dranky dranks are free?” Brittany picked up her glass and guzzled her drink down. She sniffed a line from the table and then offered me some. I shook my head. My mother had been a junkie ho so I never used drugs.

The crowd started clapping and Brittany pointed up at the stage. Her mouth fell open as the spotlight shone on a sister who was squatting with her back to the crowd. The girl was named Honey Dew, and dollars was being thrown up on the stage like mad. Honey Dew bent over and spread her butt cheeks and picked up a full bottle of Coke using just the muscles in her pussy.

“Oooh! Did you see that!” Brittany and everybody else was going crazy. “I gotta learn that move!”

“I don’t know if she’s giving lessons, but drink all you want.” I turned away from the scene on the stage. “Go on, Britt. Order another round. Whatever you want is yours tonight.”

I wished I could say the same thing about myself. I couldn’t get what I wanted if I tried. None of the men in Harlem were crazy enough to touch me. G would never cheat on me, and he played me so close I couldn’t cheat on him either. He allowed me go to college three days a week, but that was only to keep me from getting bored.


From the Trade Paperback edition.

Customer Reviews

An Shocking Page-Turner
G-Spot by Noire is not for the faint at heart. A mature audience sticker needs to be on each book, for this book is X rated. G-Spot is violent and delves into sexual and emotional abuse. For those who live close to the streets, this may be the norm, but for most of the people I know, to live this type of life is unimaginable.

Born to a crack addicted mother and raised by a sanctified number running grandmother, Juicy is 19 years old when she becomes Granite McKay's woman. Granite, better known as G, is the king of the drug world in Harlem. G's position places Juicy and her brother Jimmy in a world of luxury that they have never known before. With all that she is privy too, Juicy is unhappy. She is sexually unsatisfied and has to rely on her own fingers to bring relief. Much to Juicy's dismay, her younger, mentally unstable brother is in awe of G and wants nothing more than to work for G. The bright spot for Juicy is when G's son Gino returns to Harlem to work in his father's empire. Juicy and Gino find themselves dangerously attracted to each other. The punishment for double crossing G is brutal.

G-Spot has been called urban fiction meets erotica, but each reader will have to make their own determination of what they call erotica. The sex scenes are graphic and sometimes none to pretty. The punishments endured by Juicy are horrific. However, if you can get past the explicit violence and sex, the story underneath is well written about a young girl who grows up too fast, expects too much and finds out that living high is not what it is cracked up to be. While shocked through most of the book, it was a page-turner because I had to find out what was going to happen next. While I can not recommend G-Spot to everyone, if someone asks I will encourage them to pick it up and read it for themselves.

Jeanette
APOOO BookClub

A good urban story but I'm not to sure about erotica part.
It's a G Spot for sure, because it touches the very core of all emotions. This was a hell of story!, first time reading from this author too. Juicy-Mo was just caught up! Had no escape and was from the streets but had no street training. Her main focus was her brother Jimmy and taking care of him. If it wasn't for him I don't think she would have settled for that low down G. He cared for no one but himself and enticed Juicy with his bank. The way he treated his own son proved he had a black heart made of coal. Juicy scarified her life and her soul at the G-Spot for her brother. She loved him to death. But she got what she wanted in between all the rage.

Juicy's tale was definitely an unfortunate one and it was written in such a detailed manner that I felt empathy for her and her brother Jimmy and could totally imagine the scenery and surroundings as if I were there by her side. The characters spoke to you clearly with their actions in the mean streets of NYC. However, the story line seemed a bit extreme and almost bordered on the thin line of impossible. It bothered me that the word "rape" was never used in the novel at all and that was clearly a theme throughout the book. I would have like to see some information in the book letting young women know that they do not have to be subjected to this violent environment regardless of how they came to be in that situation. There is help out there for women like Juicy.
I was not convinced at the end that she truly learned that the materialistic life she lived caused her to lose everything that was important in the end. With the trauma that she went through, the average person would need YEARS of counseling to get closure before having a happy ending.

True this book does have a combination of "Addicted", "Nervous" and the "Coldest Winter Ever" as many reviewer had stated, but Noire manage to put together a well developed storyline, along with a believable cast. With the recent boom of street and urban literature that has left much to be desired, G-Spot makes its own place in the literary world, making others take note and wanting more from Noire; a name given to her at birth. This book is not for the faint at heart. If sexual, physical graphic violence is a problem for you - this is not the book for you. A MATURE ONLY sticker is highly recommended.

Itching To Get Scratched
Nineteen year-old Juicy Stanfield, realizes she has bitten off more than she can chew by becoming the property of the notorious, old enough to be her father, Granite "G" McKay. G, as he is called, is the owner of a nightclub called G-Spot, where patrons pay $1,000 just to enter the door. Once inside
they can partake of a number of illicit activities, for an extra fee, that include: drinking, drugs, lap dances, and sex. When Juicy, who was a virgin before she met G, gets a little taste of sexual freedom, she seeks fulfillment in the arms of G's son, Gino. She feels guilty because G has been taking care of her and her brother since their grandmother's death.

Gino is just the opposite of his mean-spirited and domineering father, and Juicy feels safe and protected with him. When G finds out about their little sexcapades, he makes it known that one of them has to die.

Filled with quite a few explicit sex scenes, G-SPOT lives up to its name. Some of G's actions where a little far fetched and I found myself asking could this really happen. After pondering over that question for a mere second, I soon realized that by my not being privy to this particular lifestyle, anything is possible. G-SPOT clearly defines the age-old adage, that "nothing in life is free." I truly enjoyed this novel and will wait patiently for Noire's next contribution to the literary community.

Reviewed by Pamela Bolden
of The RAWSISTAZ™ Reviewers