Hearts break, lives shatter, and liars prevail at Bentley Manor, where everyone sins shamelessly.
In the second novel from the authors of Desperate Hoodwives, four women will try to escape Bentley Manor -- a place no one has ever left unscathed...
- Keisha married the high school basketball star, but now Smokey's addicted to crack. Unable to feed her children, Keisha feels that she's not only hit bottom but has taken her children with her. When Smokey's brother offers to help, will it come at the ultimate price?
- Takiah abruptly fled her pimp husband with her baby. Desperate to start over, she finds a hiding place. Living with Grandma Cleo means returning to church -- but Takiah's salvation is the last thing on the pastor's mind...
- Princess is lucky to have found a ride-or-die friend in Lucky, who helps protect her from her mom's abusive ways. With a voice to rival Mary J. and Whitney, at just seventeen Princess holds a ticket out. But when Lucky is gone, will she have the courage to follow her dreams?
- Woo Woo has escaped the projects with her suburban husband -- the type of man every woman wants. But she can't resist sneaking back to Bentley Manor for steamy sexcapades with her drug dealer boyfriend. It's not only WooWoo who has a secret...
The women of Desperate Housewives and The Real Housewives of New York City have nothing on the shameless ladies of Atlanta's Bentley Manor. This follow-up to Desperate Hoodwives finds Miz Cleo and Miz Osceola still reigning over an enclave haunted by poverty and crime, and there's plenty to talk about. Miz Cleo's crack-addicted granddaughter, Takiah Ray, and her baby, Tanana, return to Bentley to get away from Takiah's husband, who has begun pimping her out. Jamillah Princess Unger, long abused by her mother and a string of deadbeat men, may be able to use her musical talent to finally break free. Keisha Williamson, an aspiring beautician, cares for four children while her husband, Smokey, struggles with drug addiction, and Keisha seeks dangerous solace in his brother's arms. Woo Woo Moore moves to the burbs after marrying a dentist, but an affair with a drug dealer from the hood may destroy her new life. Mink and Diamond tell it like it is with breathless passion. (Aug.) ""
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Excerpt from Shameless Hoodwives by De'nesha Diamond
Bentley Manor. My hell. My prison. My home.
It's been a few months since that terrible trouble with Devani, Aisha, Lexi, Molly and, 'course, Junior. Some people still buzz about the whole mess. Me, I just shake my head and keep on keepin' on. The thing is: Trouble and Bentley Manor always go hand in hand.
This place started off as a regular Atlanta apartment complex, but in the late '70s it was the ghetto, in the late '80s the projects. Now it's the hood.
My best friend, Osceola Washington, and I laugh about that sort of stuff. We joke about how we were Bentley Manor's first Desperate Hoodwives. Together, we try to keep an eye out on things 'round here -- but it don't do no good.
Folks gonna do what they wanna do.
For nearly forty years I've whittled the time away workin', strugglin', and watchin' my dreams pass me by; but with the Lord's help, I manage to hold my head high. Life is short, as they say.
Well, it is and it isn't.
Seventy-one years I've been blessed to be on this earth. I've buried parents, siblings, children, and even a husband. The young folk think hustlin' is new.
I've put in my hustlin' time, worked three jobs to support and raise four children. I don't know whether I've done a good job, though. I lost my oldest daughter to drugs, my two boys to the prison system, and I have no idea where the other one is.
Over the years, I've seen just about everything under the sun, which makes me wonder why I didn't see this coming. No point in being angry about it.
What's done is done.
As I lie here on this floor, watchin' the blood pour out of me, I feel a certain peace about all that's gone on before. One thang for sure: When you're dyin', your life does flash before your eyes. Now, I can't help but wonder if I coulda prevented what just happened.
Maybe I could've and maybe I couldn't....