New York Times bestselling author Carl Weber cranks up the heat in this explosive follow-up to Something on the Side--a novel of friendship, family ties, and the bonds--and betrayals--of love...
Isis and her sister, Egypt--two of the original curvaceous members of the Big Girls Book Club--have hightailed it out of New York and settled in Richmond, Virginia, where they've started a new chapter of the BGBC. The same rules apply here: You must be at least a bodacious size 14 to join.
Living in the plush suburbs, Isis has it all--almost. The thirty-seven-year-old plus-size beauty is happily married to Rashid, and they're living in the lap of luxury. There's just one thing missing. They want to start a family.
Enter Egypt, who's moved into her sister's McMansion with dreams of starting over. There's just one hitch: before her sister married Rashid, he was Egypt's man for ten years. Egypt thought she was over him, but the close quarters are giving both her and her sister doubts. She's ready to pack her bags until Isis and Rashid ask her for a serious favor. Egypt knows she shouldn't get involved, but she can't say no to her sister--even if the price might be way too high for them all.
Egypt isn't the only one with drama. Rumor has it that Loraine--Isis's brilliant boss and one of BGBC's newest members--is in the running to be her sorority's next national president. But Loraine has more than one secret that will ruin her if they ever see the light of day. Thank goodness only one other person knows them--BGBC's first male member, Jerome--and what he knows just might destroy him.
As friendships and family and past and present collide, these book lovers are about to learn that drama can follow you wherever you go--and that big girls do cry...
The Big Girls Book Club (whose members must be at least a size 14) is back, but it doesn't play a significant role in Weber's wild follow-up to Something on the Side, updating Egypt Robinson's travails with hubby Rashad and her sister, Isis Connors. Egypt's begun a BGBC chapter in Richmond, Virginia, where she and Rashad, a hedge fund manager, are clearly living large. They're currently sharing their lavish estate with Isis who, after attempting suicide, is still nursing a secret love for Rashad (her boyfriend before he married Egypt) and her married New York lover, Tony. After Egypt learns she's unable to carry a baby to term, she asks Isis to be her surrogate, despite her past with Rashad. Isis agrees but difficulties ensue when the paternity of the baby she's delivered comes into question. Jerome, a gay BGBC member who interferes with the marriage of his BGBC friend Loraine Farrow, and a journo stalker who looks like George Clooney, add to the mix. Weber's in top form with this fast-paced and oh-so-zany soap opera.
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1 . Good Madness
Posted March 05, 2011 by LLDReads , LouisvilleAll of the characters were just too much for words. Isis and Egypt are crazy as helk in one way or another and too trfling to think about at times. Leon & Lorraine are probably the almost normal characters in the book as far as their drama goes. Tony just simply needs a good old fashioned beat down. No sister (black or white) would have put up with that foolishness after everything he has put a person through. I loved every word of this book and will recommend to all of my girlfriends.
2 . Great Book
Posted October 05, 2010 by Tonya , TexasThis book surprised me...it left me with my eyes big and mouth open. I am now a Carl Weber fan. Can't wait to see what he writes next!!
3 . I liked it!
Posted May 25, 2010 by Jewell , Detroit, MiI really enjoyed this book. If you're looking for drama and twist and turns this is a must reads. I have read all of Carl Webers previous novels and this is my favorite so far. I was excited to find out their will be a spinoff of this book coming out late 2010
January 31, 2010
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Excerpt from Big Girls Do Cry by Carl Weber
The taxi pulled into the circular driveway, rolling to a stop in front of the expensive double oak doors of the large brick colonial. Roscoe, the driver, a fortysomething dark-skinned man, placed the car in park and turned toward the woman in the back seat.
He smiled to himself. He liked the way she looked. She was just his type of woman, thick and pretty, with skin like a chocolate bar. Oh, and even more enticing were her large, melon-sized breasts. Yes, sir, Roscoe sure loved a woman with big titties and some meat on her bones. And this one was as fine as she could be. He had thought about asking for her number or perhaps offering to show her around Richmond when she first entered his cab at the airport. Over the years, Roscoe had bedded many a lonely female passenger after picking them up at Richmond's bus station or airport. All it usually took was some small talk and an invitation to one of the city's many bars or eateries for a drink. But this sister had spent most of the ride on her cell phone, probably comforting some insecure boyfriend or husband afraid her fine ass would wind up with a Southern charmer like him. Now that they had reached her final destination, he would have to make his move quick if he was going to bed this plus-sized beauty.
"That'll be forty dollars, ma'am." He smiled, revealing a mouth full of gold teeth.
Tammy, a woman in her late thirties, didn't notice his unattractive smile or his country accent, things that would have surely caught her attention and gotten under her skin if she weren't already preoccupied with looking at the house they'd just pulled in front of. She would never admit it to anyone back home, but a twinge of jealousy swept through her body as she stared at the house. The large colonial was at least twice the size of her Jamaica Estates home back in New York, and compared to her yard, this house's land appeared to be big enough to hold a football field or two.
This has to be the wrong address, she told herself. They can't afford this.
"Are you sure we're at the right house?" she asked without moving her head, her mind still trying to process what she saw before her.
"Yes, ma'am. You said Four James River Lane, didn't you?"
Tammy glanced at the paper in her hand, then looked at the large number 4 on the house. "Yes, that's what I said."
But this can't be her house. It just can't be. Tammy's thoughts were consumed by jealousy.
"Then this is where you want to be. Do you want some help with your bags?"
She reached in her purse for her wallet. "How much do I owe you?"
"Forty dollars. I usually charge fifty when I come out here to Chesterfield County, but havin' a pretty woman such as yourself in my cab, I feel like I owe you. Maybe I could show you around town. They're having an all-you-can-eat rib festival down at Shockoe Bottom tonight. My name's Roscoe." He offered her his hand.
Tammy rolled her eyes and shook her head, flashing the two- carat diamond ring on her finger.
"My name is Married," she snapped, "and my husband's name is Foot in Your Ass."
She was about to go on putting this homely, gold-tooth fool in his place, but before she could continue, she saw someone come out of the house. A light-skinned woman, big, but not quite as large as Tammy, came running toward the taxi. That's when Tammy knew there was definitely no mistake; she was at the right address. But how the hell did her best friend get a Mc- Mansion like this? And who the hell were they robbing to pay for it?
Tammy handed the driver two twenty-dollar bills, then stepped out of the car. She was usually a pretty good tipper, but with that country-ass come-on the driver just tried, she figured he'd forfeited his tip.
Egypt threw her arms around Tammy's neck and pulled her in closely. "Tammy, girl, I missed you something awful." She placed a huge red-lipstick kiss on Tammy's cheek.
Tammy smiled at Egypt when she let her go. She'd missed her friend too. They had a lot of catching up to do, and even more importantly, she wanted to know how Egypt and her new husband, Rashad, could afford such a nice house when they earned far less than she and her husband did. Or did they?
"Girl, you moving on up, aren't you?"
"You think? Come on in and let me show you around." Egypt was grinning from ear to ear. She knew Tammy had to be envious, and she loved every minute of it. "You can leave her bags by the front door," Egypt instructed Roscoe.
Tammy followed her friend. Yes, she wanted to see her house. She wanted to see if the inside looked anything like the outside.
Tammy and Egypt had known each other for almost thirty years and had been best friends since they'd met. But even best friends could have rivalries. As close as they were, the two of them had played a one-upsmanship game when it came to material things since they were teenagers. Tammy, however, had been winning this competition handily the past ten years because of her marriage to her successful husband, Tim. She had thought the title would be hers for a lifetime, but as she walked into the flawlessly decorated foyer of Egypt's house for the first time, she was afraid that the tides had changed.
As a matter of fact, she was so amazed as she followed her friend from room to room that she barely noticed the people sitting in the large family room until Egypt shouted out, "BGBC in the house!" and the people in the room all stood in unison and echoed, "BGBC in the house!"
Tammy couldn't help but blush. She smiled at Egypt, who gave her a thumbs-up. It was one of those moments in a woman's life when she feels a sense of accomplishment. One of Tammy's dreams was actually becoming a reality, and she couldn't have been prouder. She'd come to Richmond for two reasons. One of them was to catch up with her friend, who she hadn't seen since her wedding the year before. The other was to be in attendance at the first meeting of the Richmond chapter of the Big Girls Book Club. She'd started the club five years ago in New York with only one rule: you had to be at least a size 16 to become a member. With the success of that first book club, which had swelled from five members to almost thirty, Tammy had the dream that someday there would be BGBC groups in cities all over the country. Her best friend was helping her realize that dream.
Tammy glanced around the room. There were more than a dozen people there, but she felt as if she knew four of them personally because of her conversations with Egypt. Of course, there was Isis, Egypt's older sister and former member of the New York chapter of the BGBC. She'd moved down to Richmond a few months ago to get away from the hustle and bustle of New York, or so she said. Only time would tell if that was her true motivation. Tammy had a suspicion that there were more personal reasons involving her sister.
Then there was Loraine Farrow, Egypt's boss and one of Richmond's leading businesswomen. Loraine was a tall, well- dressed woman in her early forties. Despite her 275-pound figure, she was very attractive. She owned a large public-relations firm in town. Tammy liked her right off the bat, not just because Egypt had said she was a take-charge woman who didn't take smack from anyone, but also because of the way Loraine carried herself. It was obvious from one glance that she was a woman of class who deserved respect.
While Loraine exuded everything good about being a black woman in her forties, the woman standing next to her represented everything bad. She had a very attractive face, with two huge dimples on both cheeks, but Tammy's first impression of LaQueta Brown was that she was a hot mess. Her clothes were too loud; her blouse was way too tight for a woman her size; her skirt was too short; and from what Egypt had told her, she was so damn boisterous it could make you sick. She put the g in ghetto and really didn't care.
But as much as Tammy was appalled by having LaQueta in the BGBC, there was only one member she disapproved of on principle. That member was Jerome. Oh, yes, Jerome was a man, a very handsome man at that. Perhaps even a little too handsome. Tammy argued with Egypt about him for almost two weeks on the phone, but her friend wouldn't budge on including him in her BGBC chapter.
"Our club has only one rule, Tammy," Egypt had argued, "and that's that members have to be at least a size sixteen. Well, we put him in a dress, and he meets the size requirements."
"But he's a man, Egypt!"
"So? It's not against the rules. And he reads everything from romance novels to Mary Monroe to L. A. Banks."
Tammy was so puzzled by Egypt's insistence on Jerome joining that she accused her of sleeping with him. "Sounds to me like someone's trying to keep their boyfriend close and not raise any eyebrows."
Of course, she got a denial and some very choice words back.
"You know what? Fuck you, Tammy. I've never cheated on my husband. Not once! Can you say the same?"
There was silence; then Tammy said, "That was cold, girl."
Egypt didn't mean to be so spiteful and throw Tammy's business in her face, but sometimes it was the only way to keep her friend in line. "I'm sorry, but you need to stop. You know I would never mess around on Rashad."
"I also never thought you'd invite a man into our book club. So, as the president, I must say no."
"You may be the president, but this is my chapter, and if I can't run it the way I see fit, then there isn't going to be a Richmond chapter."
Egypt knew how much Tammy wanted the club to go national. She took a gamble, but the gamble paid off. Tammy finally gave in, and the core for the Richmond chapter was formed.
Now, Tammy settled in to a plush armchair in Egypt's living room and watched as her friend got the meeting under way.