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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. . . .

Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #327831 in Books
• Published on: 2005-01-25
• Released on: 2005-01-25
• Number of items: 1
• Binding: Paperback
• 320 pages

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.

Customer Reviews

My take on G-Spot
I thought this book was going to be much better. It wasnt what i expected but it was a gud read.

Pretty Good Read
It kept me up until 1 in the morning wanting to finish it. I kinda wish it wasn't so graphic with the rape. Wasnt really an erotic book, but it was damn goood still. I suggest this book to anyone who likes urban fiction

I did think it was unreal at the end with all the other things going on in the beginning, middle, and so forth

Well written but way too violent for me!!!
I gave the book three stars because I thought it was well written. The storyline was good and it keep me on my toes the entire time, but there was just too much violence and gore in this book for me! The book was so good that I didn't want to put it down. Everytime something gross would happen I would put it down and vow never to touch it again, and I found myself diving into the next chapter. I had to know how the end was going to turn out so I stayed up to 4 a.m. (on a work night) to finish reading it. I was so disgusted that I could not go to sleep. As a matter of fact, it stayed on my mind for the next day or so. I am not kidding. In the back of mind I was thinking "somewhere in this world somebody has went through something like this". Gross!!!