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Nasir Lassiter is a college basketball star with a promising future–until a murder rap lands him in prison with a life sentence. Without hope, Nasir shuts down. But after five years he’s suddenly free and surprised to see how much the outside world has changed.

He discovers he has a daughter, Brandy, who believes her father has been away in the army all this time. His girlfriend, Ayana, is now involved with Alonzo, a wealthy, possessive man. Nasir’s life takes another turn when he finds out that his mother has taken to drugs to ease the pain over his fate. Ayana, meanwhile, struggles to break free of Alonzo’s jealous grip and gets a taste of his seemingly endless rage.

Nasir would love to right the wrongs his absence has brought the women in his life. And when his daughter is kidnapped, he will risk everything to save her–even if it means putting his newfound freedom on the line.

A riveting novel of love, loss, and reconciliation, Something to Die For follows the twisted path of a man desperately fighting for the good life he deserves–and for the family who needs him now more than ever.

Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #1079767 in Books
• Published on: 2006-10-24
• Released on: 2006-10-24
• Original language: English
• Number of items: 1
• Binding: Paperback
• 272 pages

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• ISBN13: 9780345481672
• Condition: NEW
• Notes: Brand New from Publisher. No Remainder Mark.
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From Publishers Weekly
At the start of this touching novel from Hunter (A One Woman Man), Nasir Lassiter, a once promising college basketball player, returns to his old Atlanta neighborhood after serving five years of a life sentence for a murder he didn't commit. He tries to reconnect with the most important people in his life, but his mom, Marcy, has become a drug addict, while his girlfriend, Ayana, has taken up with Alonzo, a successful businessman. Nasir is especially surprised to discover that he has daughter by Ayana, Brandy. In his quest to learn the truth about the past, Nasir must fight to confirm his love for Ayana and save Brandy from an unexpected threat. Once again Hunter skillfully reveals the heart beneath the tough exterior of an African American man.
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1

Guess who’s back?

Nasir Lassiter pulled into an open spot in front of The “U,” the University Homes Apartments, and put the silver Aston Martin in park. He took a deep breath and exhaled. He’d been away for far too long. Nasir looked around and felt a chill roll down his spine. He couldn’t count the number of times he had dreamed about this day. It had been five long years since his feet touched these grounds.

With the exception of a few minor adjustments here and there, The “U” hadn’t changed much since he’d been gone. The housing department finally paid someone to paint the doors the ugliest blue they could find and a short gate was put up, a blatant barrier constructed to separate the ghettofied residents of The “U” from the good-paying students across Fair Street who attended Clark Atlanta University, Spelman, and Morehouse College. A knock on Nasir’s car window disturbed his survey of the surroundings.

“Ay, man, lemme hold a li’l something?”

“Nah,” Nasir said, staring at the projects that raised him.

“Nasir?” the vagrant said, leaning in for a closer look. “Is that you?”

“Yeah.” Nasir got out of the car.

“Boy, what you doing back here?”

Nasir smiled. “I know I know you but I forgot your name.”

The old man folded his arms, an offended look on his face.

Nasir smiled and tried to place a name with the face. “Man, it escapes me.”

“It escapes ya, huh? Well, just think of the best-looking specimen the good Lawd ever created,” the man said, closing his eyes and showing what he probably considered his good side, which really wasn’t all that good.

“Monroe,” Nasir said. He reached out and took the old man’s hand and damn near choked on the funk. “Damn, Monroe”—Nasir frowned, holding his breath—“I see you still boycotting the bathtub.”

“And I see you still got jokes. I was gonna let you just give me five dollars but since you wanna be Richard Pryor, make it ten. And where you get this fancy ride from?”

Nasir reached into his pocket, pulled out a few dollars, and handed Monroe a five. “Here ya go, handsome.”

Monroe quickly snatched the bill and slid it in his pocket, then nodded. “Thank ya, baby boy. Welcome home.”

As if the streets could smell the return of their prodigal son, folks started showing up from nowhere and crowding around Nasir. He was backed against his car as little kids and adults alike rushed up to him asking all kinds of questions.

“Hey, Nasir, you remember me?”

“You seen yo momma yet?”

“Damn you fine!”

“You still play basketball?”

Nasir couldn’t explain the joy he felt to be back among his people. Someone handed him a baby and told him the boy was named after him.

“Forget LeBron James, you our hero ’round here,” the lady who handed him the child said.

A loud scream came from behind the crowd and a large woman ran toward them with a raggedy smile and her hair in pink and yellow rollers.

“Nasirrrrrr,” she yelled, stopping her momentum by slamming right into the shiny car he was driving.

“You all right?” Nasir tried to hold back his laughter.

“Get your damn hands offa me and give me a hug. Don’t act like you don’t remember me.”

“Crystal, if I lived to be a hundred and fifty, I couldn’t forget you. I’ve tried, trust me.” Nasir smiled and stretched his long arms as wide as they would go for an embrace.

“You still got that smart-ass mouth,” Crystal said, hugging Nasir.

“And I see yours is still filthy,” Nasir said, stepping back to get a better view of her. “Girl, what have you been eating?”

“People,” Monroe said in the rear of the crowd.

“Shut up, Monroe, and go wash. You smell like you dead,” Crystal barked.

“Don’t pay her no attention, Nasir, she gets like that when she’s hungry.”

Nasir tried to hold in his laughter.

“What you laughing at?” Crystal snapped.

“Nothing.”

“Guess what?”

“What?”

“I got four kids.”

“Four? My God, you’ve been busy,” Nasir said, surprised that Crystal was even into men. As long as he’d known her, she dressed and carried herself with more masculinity than most of the men in his neighborhood. If there was ever a woman who could make the argument that people could be born gay it was Crystal.

“Nah. Got quadruplets. You believe that? It ought to be against the law for poor folks to have that many damn kids at one time,” Crystal said. “But they my babies. With they bad asses.”

“Bad! Those li’l fuckers are possessed,” Monroe said. “You might as well take they li’l asses down to the jail right now and save somebody from getting knocked crossed they head. And I don’t know how they got like that ’cuz we all know they mammy is a positive role model and all. Smoking, drinking, cussing like Jesus ain’t coming back.”

“Say one more thing and you gonna wish Jesus was already here,” Crystal said.

“Girl, you look good,” Nasir said, trying to save Monroe from a guaranteed beat down.

“Don’t come back here lying now,” Monroe said, shaking in disgust. “You know doggone well ain’t nuttin’ look good on her big ass.”

“Monroe, I already warned you now. I’mma knock them two rotten teeth out of your mouth if you keep on.”

“Make your move, Sasquatch,” Monroe challenged, getting in his boxer’s stance.

Nasir couldn’t hold in his laughter. Even Crystal smiled and shook her head at the neighborhood drunk.

Man, it was good to be home.

“What’s up, playboy?” a voice called from the street.

Suddenly, everyone got real quiet.

Savion Jackson sat behind the wheel of a navy blue 1964 Impala hitting switches that caused the car to bounce up and down.

Standing there looking at the man who set his life on a collision course with hell sent Nasir’s mind back to the night that changed him forever.

* * *

Five years ago, the rain came down in mothball-like sizes as Nasir hustled his way down Martin Luther King Drive toward his girlfriend Ayana’s apartment. When he arrived he found Ayana sitting on the sofa with a sad face.

“Hey,” Nasir said as he walked over to her. “Is everything all right?”

“No,” Ayana said, shaking her head.

Nasir sat down beside her and placed his arm around her but she pulled away.

“I’m pregnant,” she spat.

Shocked, Nasir shook his head to make sure he heard her correctly.

“Say that again?” he asked.

“I’m pregnant and I . . .”

“Hey, that’s a good thing. Why do you look so disappointed?” Nasir smiled from ear to ear. He couldn’t control his joy.

“Because I don’t want a baby.”

“Ayana,” Nasir said, touching her leg cautiously.

“No! I told you how I felt about this a long time ago. So you can save the sweet talk. It’s not happening. I’m getting an abortion.”

“Wait a minute. This is my child too.”

“But it’s my body and therefore it’s my choice.”

“You gotta be kidding me. How could you be so selfish?”

“Selfish? I was beaten, raped, and treated like I was the scum of this earth for as far back as I can remember just for being born. So you can think what you will but I will not bring a child into this world.”

“Baby, I understand all of that but none of those things will happen to our child.”

“How do you know?”

“Do I look like some deadbeat to you?”

“Nasir, we’re wasting our time. I’m getting an abortion.”

“So why did you even bother to tell me about it then? If you already had your mind made up?”

“I just thought you should know.”

“Maybe we can talk about it later.”

“There’s nothing else to say.”

“So it’s like that huh?”

“Pretty much.”

Nasir stared at his girl in disbelief. He grabbed his book bag and stormed out of the apartment.

He took off running to avoid the pelting rain when a beat-up Chevrolet pulled up beside him.

“Playboy,” Savion called.

Nasir stopped. Something told him to keep running but his reputation in The “U” had been taking a hit. Even though he didn’t actually live in University Homes, he claimed them and lately some of his people started to accuse him of forgetting where he came from. They were calling him bourgeois and said he preferred the company of those rich white folks at Georgia Tech. So, against his better judgment, he climbed into the backseat of Savion’s car. The passenger seat was already taken by a shady-looking character Nasir had never seen before....

Customer Reviews

A Must Read!!
Nasir Lassiter was a college basketball star on the way to the NBA until being at the wrong place at the wrong time lands him a life prison sentence on a bogus murder change. Five years later, Nasir's conviction is overturned and he finds out that things back home aren't the same. His girlfriend Ayana gave birth to their daughter Brandy and now lives with a wealthy and possessive man name Alonzo. Ayana still has a deep love for Nasir but she must try to get away from Alonzo. Nasir is also saddened by the fact that his mother is hooked on drugs and reveals a terrible family secret. Nasir is trying to make up for lost time with all of the women in his life but when his daughter is kidnaped he may have to sacrifice his freedom to save her.

Something To Die For is a heart-wrenching novel by Travis Hunter. Hunter brought us an emotional tale about a young man trying to make things right again. I really liked Nasir as a character. The fact that he didn't come home from prison solely thinking about revenge but to get his life back in order for himself and his family was refreshing. Readers will be moved by the way Nasir instantly steps up to the plate to be a good father to Brandy. This author did a wonderful job of illustrating how issues such as drug addiction, unfairness in the legal system, and estranged family members can create a ripple effect in the African-American community. Something To Die For is awe-inspiring and enthralling. Travis Hunter is a master storyteller.

Great Story, Great Book!!!
This was a great book to pick and read. I enjoyed the storyline and the characters. This book will have you thinking about our community as a whole, family and the decisions we make in our lives. You will be able to relate and understand everyone in this book, from the mother who loses a grip on reality, the parents who love too hard and forget who they really are, the insecure little man with the lazy eye, the young woman who does not realize her true value to the grandmother who has to slap reality into everyone to get them back on the right path. Buy the book, read it and you will enjoy it.

Lesson Learned
Pros: I wonder how many people will pay more attention to the love story and sleep on a lot of the social issues that Travis pointed out. I appreciated how he took fiction to sneak in so many topics that Black America faces today: racial profiling, crooked cops (whether they're on your side or not), the innocent imprisoned, the aftershock of being released from jail, rape, sexuality questioned in jail, black-on-black crime, kidnapping, foster care, pimps, drug dealing, depression, drug using, and so forth. He hit on a lot of topics, but tried to not beat readers over the head with it, by throwing in humor from characters like Monroe, Sammy (who reminds me of my boys from my childhood stomping grounds), Blackhead (I LOVE Blackhead--the midget comment had me on the ground), and Edna (why do I know so many GROSS women like her?). I know Allen's story was supposed to be sad, but I just about cried laughing while reading Sammy's version, because I can imagine sitting on my parent's front porch listening to the fools around there talk about people like him.
Besides all of the social issues, it's a story about a man fresh out of jail who finds out that after ignoring his family on the inside, he's come back to a whole different world...some great things, some bad things, and some things he can't rest until he fixes.

Cons: Priest blew me when he said he didn't know "someone" was still alive. How can you have your ear to the street and not know something like that? Nobody's THAT undercover, not with that type of person.