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In this hot and steamy mystery, Tennyson struggles to hang on to his acting career and redeem his sex-for-pay history, which estranged him from his family — especially his father, a ...

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Overview

Casanegra follows the adventures of Tennyson Hardwick, a gorgeous, sexy actor and former gigolo, living on the fringes of the good life in Hollywood. This story, which chronicles the redemption of a prodigal son, combines the glamour of Hollywood with the seedy hopelessness of the inner city.

In this hot and steamy mystery, Tennyson struggles to hang on to his acting career and redeem his sex-for-pay history, which estranged him from his family — especially his father, a decorated LAPD captain who raised Tennyson to call him "sir." Now, in the wake of his father's sudden stroke, Tennyson has to save himself from taking the fall for the first murder of a female rapper. In the process he discovers his hidden talents — the hard way.

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Actor Underwood (Sex and the City, etc.) teams up with accomplished authors Due and Barnes to produce a seamlessly entertaining novel. Tennyson Hardwick-semisuccessful actor, ex-gigolo and incipient sleuth-has the mixed fortune to reconnect with rap superstar Afrodite, a former client, for a night of more than just sex. The next day, she's found dead in a plastic bag with a split skull, and he's a suspect. To clear his name, Hardwick draws on all of his considerable assets: good looks and charm, a $2.5 million house inherited from a devoted client, martial arts skills (Barnes's stock in trade) and connections on both sides of the law. The authors have mixed up a cocktail of exotic elements-the sex for pay industry, the grind and glitz of Hollywood and the rap biz, a smart leavening of black film history-and topped it with a double shot of brutal murder. Handsome "Ten" Hardwick has not only a great backstory but a very promising future. 6-city author tour. (July)

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Actor Underwood has written a steamy mystery of the hard-boiled genre, set in Hollywood's rap culture. Tennyson (Ten) Hardwick, out-of-work actor, martial arts expert, and former gigolo, finds himself the top suspect in the murder of successful rap artist "Afrodite." Ten knew her well and loved her as Serena before her rap star days. When they run into each other by chance, Ten casually gives her his card for a chance at an acting job and returns with her to her apartment for a sexual encounter that is described explicitly. The next day, he is confronted by stern police officers who ask him about his movements during the past 24 hours. Afrodite has been killed, and his best defense is to find the real killer, but this decision brings Ten into contact with a past he would rather forget and with corrupt cops who would just as soon kill him as arrest him. Mounting fear and violence, ironic humor, and lots of foreshadowing make for a gripping story. Richard Allen uses his deep, musical voice to portray a cultured, self-confident Ten and departs from this voice into believable tough guys and gals, a Polish policeman, and an Asian madam, to name a few. Recommended for listeners who would appreciate the hard-boiled mystery brought into the 21st century.
—Juleigh Muirhead Clark

Kirkus Reviews
Introducing Tennyson Hardwick, who is black, beautiful and-if you ask the LAPD-bad as they come. The police like him for not one but two high-profile murders, the second a cop's no less. The first is that of gorgeous, iconic "Afrodite," world-class rapper, A-list movie star, heartthrob in the BPW (Black People's World) and millionaire several times over. Back in the day, Tennyson knew her as Serena Johnston, his first actual client. What kind of client? Well, that gets a bit complicated since Tennyson-call him Ten-leads a multifaceted professional life. He's an actor, an escort and a bodyguard, lines that can cross so confusingly that often enough Ten is hard put to isolate exactly what he's being paid for-Serena a case in point. About that, Ten, whose personal code allows for some moral ambiguity, says, defensively, "I'm not the only actor who's discovered the financial rewards of sex-for-pay." On Serena's dead body the police find Ten's business card, and willy-nilly he's tabbed leading suspect, doubled when another of his cards is discovered in the car containing the corpse of Detective Robert Jenkins. It's a cheese-cloth of a case-Ten knows he's innocent, of course, as do the cops-but political exigencies dictate a rush to judgment and the attendant need for a quick arrest. It follows, then, that catching the real killer becomes Ten's task. Failing that, he's toast. Some of the violence borders on the sadistic and the sex can seem transparently exploitive, which is not to deny that Underwood (Before I Got Here, 2006) and his collaborators may have a bankable thing in super cool, catnip-to-the-ladies Tennyson Hardwick. Since this appears to be the debut of a series, time will tell.Agent: John Hawkins/John Hawkins & Associates
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"Richard Allen moves sleekly into the beguiling character of Tennyson Hardwick.... Allen narrates...with aplomb." —-AudioFile
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780743287319
  • Publisher: Atria Books
  • Publication date: 6/19/2007
  • Series: Tennyson Hardwick Series , #1
  • Pages: 320
  • Product dimensions: 6.30 (w) x 9.10 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Tananarive Due

Blair Underwood is an author and award-winning actor, director, and producer. He lives in Los Angeles, California. Visit his website at BlairUnderwood.com

Steven Barnes is an award-winning author of twenty-three novels, including the New York Times bestseller The Cestus Deception. Visit his website at LifeWrite.com.

Tananarive Due is an American Book Award-winning, Essence bestselling author of Blood Colony, The Living Blood, The Good House, and Joplin’s Ghost. She lives in Atlanta, Georgia. Visit her blog at TananariveDue.blogspot.com.

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Casanegra

A Tennyson Hardwick Story
By Blair Underwood

Atria

Copyright © 2007 Blair Underwood
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780743287319

Chapter One

Here's what you need to know: I hate lines. That's the only reason I stopped by Roscoe's that day. I would explain this to the guys from Robbery-Homicide, not that LAPD ever believes a word I say. But it's the truth.

Any other day, if I had swung by Roscoe's Chicken N' Waffles on Gower and Sunset, there would have been customers waiting in the plastic chairs lining the sidewalk, hoping for a table inside, out of the sun's reach. Me, I would have driven straight by. I love Roscoe's, but what did I just say? I hate lines. Lines are an occupational hazard for actors looking for work, so I seriously hate lines on my days off. Maybe it was because it was ten-forty-five on a Monday morning -- too late for breakfast and too early for lunch -- but the sidewalk outside Roscoe's was empty, so I pulled over to grab some food.

Chance. Happenstance. Karma. Whatever you call it, I walked in by accident.

As anybody in this town knows, some people give off a magnetic field. A few lucky ones have it naturally; and some, like me, have worked on it over time. A certain walk, the right clothes, a strategic combination of aloofness and familiarity. When I walk into a room, strangers' eyes fix on me like a calculus problem they can't solve: I know you from somewhere. You must be somebody, what's-his-name on TV, or Whozit, from that movie thatjust came out. Being noticed has always been an important part of my work -- hell, half the people in L.A. moved here hoping to refine the art of being noticed, with no cost too high. By now, it's second nature. Customers looked up from their plates and lowered their voices when I walked into Roscoe's.

Later, half a dozen people would describe me down to the shoes I was wearing: white suede Bruno Magli loafers. Bone-colored light ribbed sweater. White linen pants. Gucci shades. Any cop knows that if you ask six people for a description, you get six different stories. Not this time. One seventy-six-year-old grandmother at a table in the back had the nerve to tell the cops, "I don't think he was wearing anything under those tight white pants." I'm not lying. And she was right. They noticed me, down to religious preference.

But as I walked through the door of Roscoe's, I tripped over someone else's magnetic field. The air in that place was crackling, electrified. It made the hair on my neck and arms stand up. Remember that scene in Pulp Fiction when those two small-timers tried to hold up a diner, not knowing the customers included Samuel L. Jackson and John Travolta, stone-cold killers there for a quick breakfast after blowing away three dumb-ass kids? Well, either somebody was about to hold up Roscoe's at gunpoint, or someone close to royalty was eating there. Had to be one or the other.

"Hey, Ten," Gabe said, nodding at me from behind the cash register.

"Everything cool, man?"

"Cool as a Monday's gonna be." Gabe looked busy, counting the dollar bills from his cash drawer with meaty fingers. Gabe was a short, fleshy brother with worried eyes and a low BS quotient. He wouldn't tolerate a holdup without showing something in his face, even if someone had a gun jammed in his back. I tilted my head to scan the tables to see whose magnetic field was trumping mine.

I didn't see Serena at first.

Although there were only six customers in the place and she was sitting alone at the corner table, she fooled my eyes and I looked right past her. All I'd seen was a petite, busty brown-skinned girl with a braided crimson weave and a baggy white track suit, like countless ghetto goddesses I pass every day. If someone had asked me at the time, I wouldn't have recalled her as all that attractive, much less someone I knew. It was her voice that gave her away, that raspy, spiced honey that would be unforgettable even if it wasn't one of the best-known voices in the world.

"Oh, so you ain't talkin' today?" she said, a smile peeling from her lips.

There isn't a man alive who could have blinked an eye, taken a breath, or remembered his middle name for at least two seconds after seeing that smile aimed his way. The girl froze me where I stood, my ass hovering six inches above my chair.

Serena Johnston. Damn. The girl was a chameleon. Some women need an hour in front of a makeup mirror to make the kind of transformation Serena could make in a blink, just in the slant of her chin and something riveting in her eyes. All of a sudden, she'd gone from nobody I needed to know to a creature like the ones described in longing song lyrics by the great, dead soul singers -- all the woman any man could ever need. Her face filled my head with memories of every other inch of her.

The world might know her as Afrodite -- the superstar rapper whose first two movies had both scaled the $100 million peak, making her a straight-up movie star, too -- but she'd always be Serena to me. Five years ago, the last time I'd seen her, films were just a dream she was chasing the way a freezing man might fan a glowing ember. I knew she'd get it going sooner or later, but nobody could have expected her to rise so fast. I couldn't even take it personally that she hadn't returned either of my phone messages -- one to congratulate her on her first blockbuster, the second to give my condolences after the rapper Shareef, a friend of hers, was killed the night of his Staples Center concert soon after the last time I saw her. I knew Serena had known Shareef almost all her life, and he'd started her career, so that must have torn a hole in her heart. She didn't call back either time. A woman that hot was too busy for niceties.

Besides, I figured she was too much like me. The past was the past.

And now here she was. Here we were.

Stupid me. I thought it was my lucky day.

I went to Serena's table and leaned over to kiss her cheek, soft as satin. I caught a whiff of sandalwood and jasmine, last night's fragrance. So, the fan rags were right: She wore Christian's Number One. Girlfriend had come a long way. My clothes and watch were worth four hundred dollars more than my bank balance, and this woman could afford damn near two thousand Gs for a bottle of perfume. It's a wonder I could even see Serena beyond the massive chasm that separated our prospects. Being that close to magic made me ache.

"My father raised me not to speak to ladies unless I was spoken to," I said.

A ray of girlishness transformed her smile, and I felt a tug from somewhere new. "No ladies at this table, T."

"So, where's your crew, Big-Time? No assistant? No entourage?"

"T, I'm a big girl. I don't need no babysitter to eat waffles. If you were anybody else, I'd give you a peck and say hey, and then I'd tell you I'm not in the mood for company, so give me a call sometime. But instead, I'm hoping you'll shut up and sit down. Damn, you smell good. But that's not Opium."

"Not anymore," I said. I'd given up all my old fragrances five years ago. All I wore now was Aqua di Gio, leaving the exotic Oriental spices behind. I couldn't wear Opium, Gucci Envy, any of them. There's something about cologne: It can make you a different man. Whenever I went back to my old fragrances, I itched for old habits.

Serena rested her chin on both fists, studying me like I mattered. "How you doin'?" Her eyes said she wanted me to say I was doing fine. Great. Never been better.

"Fine, darlin'. Great. Never better."

"Don't lie to me, T. For real."

Right then, I wanted to tell her about the past month. I could feel the story clawing from my stomach, trying to break free. A bad taste flooded my mouth, and I took the liberty of sipping from her water glass. Serena had never minded sharing. "Everybody goes through changes now and then. You know how it is. You?"

"Fine. Great. Never better."

Two liars, then. Serena's eyes didn't look like they belonged to a woman who owned her own powerhouse production company and had more brokers on her speed-dial than a girl from the Baldwin Hills "Jungle" had any right to fantasize about. I might as well have been staring into my own problems. If I could have, I would have yanked Serena away from whatever was bothering her and taken her to my favorite Maui spot, an out-of-the-way beach where the sun-crisped tourists don't treat locals like their personal valets. Just for a few days. We wouldn't have to say a word. The otherworldly sunsets would have cleansed us beyond anything language could provide.

I'm not the wishing type, but I wish I could have done that for Serena.

"I've got a steady gig," I told her. "Deodorant commercials."

"I thought that was you. What else you got going on?"

"One gig pays the rent, for now. My agent isn't worth shit. You ever heard this joke? An actor comes home and his house has burned to the ground. His wife is bruised up, her dress torn. She sobs, 'Your agent came to the house, he raped me, he killed our children, and he burned up everything we own.' The actor says: 'My agent came to the house? What did he say?' "

I'd hoped to win another smile from Serena. I got a smile and a laugh.

"I feel you. That's harsh," she said.

"If I can get my agent to call me back two weeks later, hey, it's all good. I must be sentimental, or maybe I'm just too lazy to shop around."

That was only half the story. Blaming your agent is a citywide pastime in Hollywood. If I hadn't scored the Dry Xtreme gig, Len would have given up on me. Before the commercials, I hadn't made him any money in eighteen months. Len could have cut me loose in the nineties, but he never had. We had been together for ten years, longer than his marriage. Len used to think I was going places. On rare occasions, he still believed it.

"You're a lot of things, T, but you ain't lazy. Or sentimental."

A lilac business card materialized on the table in front of me. casanegra productions, read the black embossed script, which I could see was modeled after the script on the Casablanca movie poster. Classy. I also recognized the name on the card: Devon Biggs. He was from Serena's old neighborhood, a friend she and Shareef had known since elementary school. Apparently, Biggs was the gatekeeper to her empire.

"Call him today. Tell him I told you to call," Serena said.

"Nah, girl. I was just playing. I'm doing fine."

It didn't feel right. Don't get me wrong: I gave up the luxury of pride long ago. But both times I'd met Devon Biggs, back when I was hanging with Serena, he'd looked at me with a combination of pity and scorn that set my teeth on edge. I'd chew my leg off before I called that smug SOB.

"Don't hurt my feelings, T. I've got two or three things popping I could use you for. Speaking parts, too. Good parts, and I need someone who can fight. You have to audition, but this is the short line -- and I know you hate lines. Talk to Dev."

A snap of her finger, and she could change my life. Maybe it was a combination of my usual insomnia the night before, an empty stomach, and the pile of unpaid bills stuffed in my kitchen drawer, but I wanted to hug Serena like a sister right then. I don't know why the hell I didn't.

There I go, wishing again.

I was down to one of my last cards, since I'd been leaving them all over town. In my hand was the card I was saving for my chance encounter with Steven Spielberg outside of Mel's Drive-In or Spago, but instead I gave it to Serena. Nothing special -- just my name, head shot, cell number, and PO box. tennyson hardwick -- actor at large.

Serena smiled when she saw it. If I'd had more to spare, I would have given her a dozen to coax out that smile again.

"You look like you've got your own stories, Mighty Afrodite."

I knew Serena would never take the bait, but for some reason I gave it a try. Serena lived far behind her eyes, and always had. Sure enough, she only shrugged as if she hadn't heard me.

I was hungry as hell by the time the waitress came to ask what I wanted, but I noticed that Serena's plate was empty and her check was already waiting, so I only ordered coffee. I didn't want Serena to think I expected her to sit while I ate my meal, and I didn't want to be sitting alone at the table when she got up and walked back into her life. I didn't have room for any more empty spaces, not that day.

"How's your dad?" Serena said once the waitress was gone.

I felt my face harden into steel. I wasn't going to talk about my father, especially on an empty stomach. "Same old same old. What's up with your sister?"

I got steel in return. "Same shit, different decade."

Small talk had never been our forte, I remembered.

"Do you know how to use those espresso machines, T?"

"Why? You got some restaurants you're hiring for, too?"

Serena gave me the finger. The gesture would have been coarse from anyone else, but I appreciated how slender her finger was, how smooth the skin, how delicate the pearl coloring on her nail; it seemed more like a bawdy promise. Serena took that same finger and dabbed from a pool of syrup on her plate, then gently kissed the pad clean.

"Because, T, I was thinking...somebody I work with gave me one of those machines -- a housewarming gift. And it's been sitting up on my kitchen counter for six months because people I came with can't even pronounce 'espresso.' And if you're not too in love with that cup of coffee you just ordered, maybe you could skip it and make yourself a cup at my place. Like a virgin voyage."

It took my mind a second to register that she had just invited me to her place. I expected her to break out into a laugh, to own up to the joke.

She didn't. She was waiting for my answer.

As if a sane man could utter any answer except one.

Gabe could barely contain his smirk as I held the door open for Serena. She walked out into the midmorning sunshine, brightening the day. "You take care, Ten," Gabe said with a wink.

"It's not what you think, man."

But at that moment, I wasn't sure what it was. And I didn't care.

Outside, Serena and I almost ran headfirst into a man who looked like he might have been a linebacker in his younger days; broad from the neck down. Serena's not an inch more than five-foot-two, and in his shadow, she looked like an acorn that had dropped from a tree. The man's smallish eyes were locked on Serena's face. Whether he meant to or not, he was blocking our path.

"Hey," the man said, dumbstruck except for the single word.

"I get that a lot," Serena said. "It's not me. We just look alike."

The man raised his pointing finger, his head drooping down so low to the side that it almost rested on his shoulder. "Oh, uh-uh," he said, not fooled. "Afrodite. Hey, it's Afrodite!" He was shouting, raising the alarm like it was his civic duty.

Back when I knew Serena, she was still dusting off the asphalt of Crenshaw and Jefferson, taking diction and acting classes in a quest for refinement so Hollywood would see her as more than a famous face with a lucrative demographic. In The Jungle, if someone had stepped up on her like this fool, Afrodite would have cussed him out, then kneed his groin if he didn't take the hint. But not this day. I felt Serena shrink against me as if she thought she could vanish inside the crook of my arm.

Yeah, something was wrong.

"Hey, playa, give us some room," I said. The man had a good four inches on me, but no one would have known that by my eyes. "My lady says you made a mistake."

The man was ten years my senior, probably in his midforties, but he was still thick and solid. I'd much rather negotiate with a two-hundred-thirty-pound man than fight. Wouldn't anybody? But I'd already made up my mind that if he didn't take two steps back to let us by, I was going to break his instep. Something about Serena's trusting weight against me made me feel like taking chances.

A light went out in the man's eyes. I could see that he was a big man who sometimes forgot his size, and he hadn't meant anything by it. He backed up. "My bad. She sure looks like her, though. You got a twin, baby-girl."

I took Serena's hand as she led me down Sunset, where her downy white Escalade was parked at a meter. I knew it from the rear plate: casaneg. I felt her tiny fingers tremor against mine.

"It's not like the old days, Serena. You need a minder."

"I got one. He's off today."

"Then you need two. You can't be out alone."

As she zapped off her car alarm and the taillights flashed a greeting, Serena looked up at me with irritation and something else that made my stomach queasy. A shadow cut her face in half, and a single brown-green eye, glimmering in the sun, was searching me in a way she never had. "You looking for that job, too?"

"I'm not working today."

"Who said you were, Tennyson?" Hearing her voice wrapped around my Christian name made me remember that my mother had named me for a poet.

A wall of heat rose with her as she stepped onto her Escalade's running board to bring us to eye level. There was only one thing to do: Right there on the street in front of ten other witnesses, I kissed Serena Johnston as though I had the right.

Copyright © 2007 by Trabajando, Inc., Tananarive Due, and Steven Barnes



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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 8, 2007

    Exquisite Page-Turning Romp!

    Modern erotica at its best. The thing is, folks, this story rocks--hard. No pun intended. Tennyson Hardwick 'is that the perfect name, or what!' is an ex-gigolo and struggling actor based in L.A. who chances upon a former client, the female superstar rapper Afrodite, and after some playful exchanges they wind up in bed. In fact, she's gung-ho on helping Ten get his acting career on track. Sounds like a lucky break, huh? Nope. This wouldn't be riveting fiction if our hero got his happily-ever-after so close to page 1. Afrodite is brutally murdered and Ten finds himself the unwitting #1 suspect. So, we're off to a rip-roaring start. From there, he hooks up with a feisty investigative reporter, April, and the duo team up to crack the case, and hopefully clear Ten's name. On top of that, they even carve out time to engage in some wild impromptu sex acts most probably haven't even heard of yet 'you'll reread many MANY paragraphs more than once, trust me'. I won't spoil all the many twists and turns of Ten's bumpy journey by giving them away here. But the bottom line is: Throw in Ten's decorated ex-cop dad, the sometimes treacherous world of gansta rap, a colorful array of supporting folks, and some of the spiciest sex scenes this side of a brothel, and what you have is an exquisite page-turning romp. I've enthusiastically followed Tananarive Due since a friend recommended her brilliant MY SOUL TO KEEP 'I'm a sci-fi/horror buff'. And have enjoyed Blair Underwood's work ever since his L.A. LAW days. The masterful Steven Barnes' most recent novel, GREAT SKY WOMAN, is breathtaking. With the combined forces of all three, you can only expect explosive results!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 21, 2011

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    The Definition of Suspense!

    I love this work of art. The speed of the plot does not slow down for the entire duration of the story. The language is a unique, yet subtle blend of high brow, hip-hop and Hollywood vernacular. Character development is exactly aligned with the storyline. There are no loose ends. Everything fits into place. The reader is drawn into the perspective of the protagonist. You see what he sees. You learn what he learns. The novel actually has two surprise endings. There is no clear forshadowing of the second one. I give this piece 4 and 3/4 stars! Please read this book!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 21, 2010

    Casanegra

    It took me a while to finish this book. The beginning was very slow. The story didn't pick up or hold my attention until I was two thirds into the book. I LOVE to read mystery/suspense novels and this one was pretty good. Its hard to find African American mystery/suspense writers. Blair Underwood and his co-writers did a good job, but I'm not sure I will read the other two books

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 3, 2010

    BRAVO!

    I absolutely loved every minute of this book...I couldn't stop guessing and it proved me wrong everytime!

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  • Posted November 26, 2009

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    Casanegra

    This was a good read.I was really suprised by this book.

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  • Posted August 29, 2009

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    Hot, Sizzling LA!!

    Casanegra had suspense, murder, and romance. This was officially the first crime novel that I have read, and I really liked it! I recommend this book to first-time mystery readers.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 8, 2009

    Just OK!

    After reading the reviews, I was looking forward to a good book. However, this book was just OK. Too much description, not enough action, and slow in areas. --K--

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  • Posted January 8, 2009

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    Burned the Pages Up Trying to See What Happens Next

    I didn't get any sleep because I could not put this book down. It had action, drama, a little romance, and some string pulling.<BR/><BR/>This book is the 2nd in the series of Tennyson Hardwick novels and I cannot wait to read what's next. I think the authors did a great job keeping my attention and making all that happened sound believable. I felt like I was right there with Tenn in the swamp.<BR/><BR/>I want Celia's character to be developed a little more because she definitely has a story.

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  • Posted November 19, 2008

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    Great Mystery, I Loved It.

    I picked up In the Night of the Heat in the morning and read it in one sitting. This is the second book in the series about Tennyson Hardwick, a struggling actor and former gigolo. Ten has a reputation in Hollywood after solving a murder in the first book, Casanegra. In the Night of Heat, Ten has a part on a series and after he gets injured and fired from the series, he goes on a private case for the father of football superstar T.D. Jackson. T.D. Jackson was acquitted for the murder of his ex-wife and her finance. As T.D. Jackson was heading for a civil trial, he was found dead, was it murder or sucide? Tennyson is on the case and as he digs into the past, he goes all the way back to the segregated South of 1960's and a football game that took place at that time. Ten finds himself deeper and deeper in trouble and closer to death himself.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 27, 2008

    VeryGoodBook!

    WOW! Casanegra had me til the end. I hope there will be a sequel as to what happens with Ten and April!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 14, 2007

    A reviewer

    This book DEFINITELY has big screen potential! It was a thrilling, heart-stopping, rollercoaster ride of a read. I look forward to another collaboration. GREAT work, guys.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 20, 2007

    Good Story, Lovable Character

    I only decided to buy this book immediately because Tananarive Due wrote the initial draft. Being a true fan of Mrs. Due, I knew she would not associate herself with some mediocre work. In reading the book, some of the scenes reminded me of My Soul to Keep and the Living Blood. You know the kind of scene's' you read and reread to get a mental picture of the action taking place. You want to get a clear understanding what is going on in this make believe world. I personally believe that Ms. Due and Steven Barnes are truly the authors of this book. I believe that Mr. Underwood is offering his name to the venture to encourge those who have not heard of these great authors. Each person is adding their influence to draw a larger audience. Each person is appreciated. Ten was certainly a likable and lovable character. Yes he had his flaws, but he was basically a good person, with a good upbringing. I would highly recommend this book to those who want something different. The writing and storytelling is excellent.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 14, 2007

    Recommended!!!

    I don't usually feel drawn to co-written books or 'as told to' by even very charismatic stars. But I'm an Underwood fan 'in his many roles besides Sex & the City!!' so it casually caught my eye -- then in the first paragraph I was hooked. A GREAT story and as someone who has lived in LA, not quite in the exalted circles Underwood and his co-authors clearly know well -- but close, I can attest to its blazing accuracy. And the charm and sweetness, and humanity, of the lead character just can't be underestimated. A great read. I'm not sure how the authors divided up the writing chores but the result is seamless!!! Thoroughly enjoyable from start to finish. Yes, yes, more in the series, please!!! And a movie or TV series starring Underwood would be great, too!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 15, 2007

    Wow I'm impressed!!!!!

    The book was awesome and very well written. This book read like a movie. The characters were artistically developed. I felt like I was apart of the story. I found myself wondering and worrying about 'Ten' when the book was not in my hands. Underwood,Due and Barnes make a great team. Please give us more!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 6, 2007

    Casanegra: A Tennyson Hardwick Story

    Mr. Blair Underwood along with his co-authors Barnes and Due have pulled off a thrilling roller coaster ride of the written word. It was like watching a highly engaging movie unfold. The characters were well developed and definitely believable. Despite all of Ten's flaws you couldn't help but fall in love with his character and root for him to get out of all the sticky situations he got caught up in. And the storyline flowed effortlessly. All I can say is KUDOS, Mr. Underwood! Looking forward to HOPEfully reading more about Tennyson Hardwick. Please don't keep us waiting too long. A MUST Read for all mystery thrill seekers. You will not be disappointed!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 16, 2007

    Shawn, L.A.

    I got this book the day it came out 7/10/07 and finished it two nights later. Phenomenal from beginning to end. This character is awesome. I can only imagine what the movie would be like!!! Great work Blair. Can't wait for the next novel.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 23, 2007

    This book was amazing

    This book was not your average whodunit. Not only are there twists and turns, there are true surprises. The sex scenes are erotic, yet realistic. But best of all, this book is well written, as if the authors knew the exact phrases, the exact combination of words, to make the characters come to life

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 3, 2007

    Casanegra: A Tennyson Hardwick Story

    Mr. Blair Underwood along with his co-authors Barnes and Due have pulled off a thrilling roller coaster ride of the written word. It was like watching a highly engaging movie unfold. The characters were well developed and definitely believable. Despite all of Ten's flaws you couldn't help but fall in love with his character and root for him to get out of all the sticky situations he got caught up in. And the storyline flowed effortlessly. All I can say is KUDOS, Mr. Underwood! Looking forward to HOPEfully reading more about Tennyson Hardwick. Please don't keep us waiting too long. A MUST Read for all mystery thrill seekers. You will not be disappointed!

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    Posted May 23, 2009

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    Posted November 29, 2008

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