Carmel Candy Volume 1: Choices by Authoress T. Crenshaw

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What would YOU like me to REVIEW?

As I sit here and read Thuggin and Lovin by T.C. Littles I realized that I love this book as well.  I've picked and reviewed books by authors I know and love, so their books have not left me disappointed.  My next review will be Black Lotus by K'wan, another author I love.  So I'm expecting that book to meet my high level of expectations.  So I'm asking YOU, my readers, and my viewers to let me know what books you'd like for me to review.  Please leave your comments down below and I'll go buy the book and review it!  I will work hard to give you a compelling objective review with no spoilers...so tell me what you'd like to hear about!!

Much Love,
T Crenshaw

Sweet & Salty Book Review: No Home Training by Michel Moore

The twins are OUT COLD!
 No Home Training by Michel Moore is the third book in the Say U Promise series and I must say Michel keeps the drama coming! I did not expect what happened in the end!! I sat there with my mouth wide open for at least a minute!! I'm so hungry for the next book!!! I can't imagine what could come next!! I live in the D and I know how cold these streets can be, but these girls take that to the next level when they move to Houston.  Houston ain't ready for what they have coming!

Sweet & Salty Book Reviews: Powder Blu is SWEET!

Blu is a young teen who grew up with drugs in her environment, and ultimately she chose to have them in her life. Dealing and using was normal in her world, but dealing brought much needed money, so that's what she chose. Her first drug deal struck her like lightning and Blu emerged as a Boss B. Love, betrayal, murder, and family dynamics are all explored in this page turner. I enjoyed the read and encourage you to pick up the book.
Is it Salty or Sweet?
Powder Blu is SWEET!
The next review will be on Say You Promise 3: NO HOME TRAINING. Read #1 Cold Hearted & Crazy and #2 Ruthless & Rotten so you can be ready for the Sweet and Salty Book Review!

yours truly,
T Crenshaw

*Choices 3: Revenge is coming soon*

Where is Choices 3?

Everyday, someone asks me, "when is the next book coming out?" I am more anxious than you all are, trust me.  I've been having trouble with an injury that affects my left hand, and progress has been very slow, but I'm still working to get the story out.  You will find out how Young Hustla finally gets revenge on China and his old bodyguard and new enemy, Big Al.  You will experience the blossoming friendship and possible romance with Carmen and Lamar.   More revenge is still brewing when Chris is released from prison and he goes on a warpath looking for Star and plans to kill Lamar's sister LaMonica.  You will see how Maya is adjusting to her new life as Chanel, and how her old parents are getting along now that the truth is out. I am going to explore those things and more!  I'm bringing in a story of human trafficking, and a church going sister of Carmen's that is openly gay.  To wrap things up, I'm bringing Honey back and we'll see how the mob deals with her once they find out she's back.  She killed their Liza and hasn't paid the price. Choices 3: Revenge will be worth the wait.  In the meantime I'll review and recap a other books you'll love or love to hate!!
Yours Truly,
Trina Crenshaw

Choices 2: Alter Ego

“Hello.”
“Lady we got the baby so what you gone do? We want our money.”
“Well honey, I’m pregnant now. These fertility drugs worked like a charm. I might be having twins. So I don’t need her. Take her back or do whatever you want with her.”
“What! Bitch, you owe me money! How am I gonna just walk back in there with this baby. The kidnapping is all over the news. I oughta kill yo ass.”
There was a long silence before Lil D noticed that she was no longer there. He was steaming. He had been played, and he was in an uproar about it. Now he had to figure out what to do with the baby, and how he was going to get revenge on the mystery lady and he didn’t even know her name.
“Chris!”
“What? Stop yelling, you gone wake up the baby.” Chris walked into the room.
“I finally got in touch with her and she don’t want the baby no more.”
“You lying. What we gone do? Aww man, we going to jail.” Chris put his head in his hands.
“No we not. We’ll get rid of her some kind of way.”
Let’s turn her in, and say we found her.”
“Naw, they will be asking us all kinds of questions. I don’t want to deal with five-o at all.”
“What about...let’s just take her back.” Chris shrugged. “Yeah, let’s sneak her in, like we snuck her out.”
“That’s too risky, I’m sure the police are all over there. Don’t forget that little boy saw our faces and he might put two and two together and snitch.”
“We going to jail.” Chris whined.
“No we not. Okay lets just…” Lil D saw the neighborhood crack ho walk by. He ran to the door and called out to her, “Hey Star! Come here.”
“Naw nigga, I ain’t comin’ nowhere.” Star kept walking.
“For real, I’m sorry for last time. This is important for real. I’ll pay you right now, up front no joke.” He waved a ten dollar bill that he stole from his mama’s purse while she was asleep.
Star looked back, saw the money, and turned around. “What you want this time. You still owe me for that blow job.” She walked up on the porch and reached out to grab the money.
Lil D moved his hand quickly so the money was out of her reach. “I know, I know, I got you. Dig this here, I want you to babysit my little cousin for a little while. I’m going downtown for a run real quick and my mama gotta work.”
“Oh no, I aint even got custody of my own, what make you think I want to watch yours.” She shook her head.
“Really mama, I’m about to make some real bread. I’ll give you a hundred dollars when I get back. I promise.”
She thought about the money. “Okay.” This time when she reached for the money he let it go. She stuffed it in the pocket of her soiled jeans and turned to walk away.
“Not so fast. You are forgetting something.” Lil D handed her the baby wrapped in a receiving blanket and the bottle. Just give me until the morning.
“Hey give her the diapers too.” Chris handed her the two diapers left in the three pack he bought at the dollar store. He didn’t feel right giving the baby to her but he did not want to go to prison.
Once the door was closed and Star was gone. The boys sat there silently. They knew that they were in big trouble, and they didn’t know how to get out of it.

Star walked down the street with the baby. She was on her way up to Grand River to stand on the corner, but now she had the baby, ten dollars, and one hundred dollars on the way. She kept going because even though she didn’t need to ho today, she still wanted her crack. The baby began to cry and she shifted her from one arm to the other and stuffed the bottle into her mouth. Chanel quieted for the moment and Star was satisfied. When she got to the crack house she knocked on the door.
Casey opened the door and saw Star. “I don’t want none of that funky ass ever and no mouth today. If you ain’t got no money then you need to get away from my door.”
“I got the money…here.” She handed him the ten dollar bill.
“What! What you do rob a bank?” Casey laughed. Star never had any money, and if she did it was in quarters, nickels, dimes, and pennies. Sometimes she paid in wrinkled dirty dollars. “What you doing with that baby? The state gave your daughter back?”
“This not my baby. I’m babysitting. Wanna buy her?” She held Chanel out toward Casey and the baby began to cry again.
“What I wanna buy a crying ass baby for? And what fool let you babysit? Take yo shit and get outta here.” Casey handed Star the drugs and closed the door without waiting for the answers to his questions.
Star began to return the way she came. On her way back she passed the abandoned building that she usually stopped in to smoke. She could never wait to get all the way back home before the urge to get high hit her, but this time she had the baby and she knew that she shouldn’t. Before she knew it she was inside the building. She sat Chanel down and propped the bottle up with the diapers Chris had given her. She sat next to her and pulled her pipe out of her pocket. “This won’t take long, I promise. We’ll be gone before you know it.” She talked to the baby as she lit the pipe.

FIRED

“Millie, I’m fine. Tonight I haven't drunk anything, so why would you say that?”
“I heard about last night. I heard you left with Lionel.”
My stomach turned. “I’m good, Millie.”
“Yeah, she’s good.” I heard a familiar voice behind me.
I turned around to see who it was. It was Phillip! I damn near peed my pants. “When did he get out?” I wondered.
“Long time no see.” He was smiling, but his eyes told another story.
“H-h-hi, h-how are you doing?” I stammered. I never thought I’d see him again.
“I’m doing fine. No thanks to you.” He grinned that evil grin again.
“Well, I’ve got to get going.” I turned toward the dressing room.
He grabbed my arm. “I never thought I’d see you in a place like this. When Jenny told me you were down here dropping it like it’s hot I didn’t believe her. Now I owe her one hundred dollars. We haven’t seen each other in a long time; can I get a dance or somethin’?”
“So that’s how he found me.” I mumbled. “I was on my way to change, maybe next time.” I told him, trying to move away.
“So you telling me no?” His eyes darkened.
“Unfortunately, yes. I am just about to get off and I’m tired. Like I said, maybe next time.” I planned to have him banned from the Gold Mine after that night.
“Trick, you owe me! I spent time in prison because of yo’ snitchin’ ass. Now give me a dance.” His grip tightened.
I tried to pry my arm from his clenched fist. “I said, no. Let my arm go!” I yelled as I snatched away from him.
He slapped me so hard I could taste blood. My lip was swelling. Before he could hit me again Frank tackled him. A couple of other bouncers wrestled him down, and they hauled him out. He yelled threats at me all the way to the door.
“What happened?” China ran up to me. She passed me a napkin for my lip.
“He was an old boyfriend from college. He got into some trouble, and I was forced to testify against him or face charges. Remember those girls we saw at the mall? One of them is his best friend’s sister. She must have told him that I worked here.”
“Those bourgeois broads? I wouldn’t think they’d associate with him.”
Before I could answer I heard shots ring out. Then I saw Phillip run back into the club, this time with a gun. He aimed at me, and before he could shoot, someone shouted, “he got a gun!” People started screaming and running. I ducked and began to crawl on the floor. I got kicked a couple of times, but I was still alive. I spotted the broom closet so I opened the door and slid in there. Once I was inside I peeked out through the crack in the door. It was total mayhem; tables were knocked over, glasses were broken, and people were getting trampled. I didn’t see Phillip anywhere. He must have lost sight of me in the crowd. I heard police sirens. After what seemed like hours Bert walked in with a couple of officers. One of the officers said, “it's all clear. Everybody, you’re safe to come out now.”
I stepped out of the closet. People came from all over. From behind the bar, under tables, the dressing room, the bathroom, and VIP. When Bert spotted me he made a beeline my way, with the officers in tow. “Millie told me you knew that guy.”
“You knew the gunman? You need to come with us.” One of the officers commanded.
“Did anyone get hurt?” I asked, worried about Frank and the other bouncers that escorted him out.
“No one was killed or seriously injured, but we had one girl with a flesh wound.”
“Did you catch him?” I asked following them out of the club.
“No, he got away,” the short stocky officer answered. He had a low haircut and a thick mustache. “Do you have any idea where he could be?” He seemed like he was in charge.
“No I don’t.” I told him what happened in the club, and the history of our relationship. When I was done, he let me go. He advised me to get a personal protection order. I walked back into the club to get dressed.
On my way out Bert stopped me and simply said, “you’re fired.”
I was too tired to argue so I turned around to go back to the dressing room to get my personal effects from my locker.