Candy Licker: An Urban Erotic Tale [NOOK Book]

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SHE WANTED TO BE A HIP-HOP STAR BUT THE STREETS GOT IN THE WAY.

Have you ever laid down with a man and wasn’t sure if you’d ever get back up? Tossed the sheets with a bone-knocking fear that only a hard-core hustler could produce? Sexed him like your life depended on it, because in reality it did? You still with me? Then let’s roll over to my house. Harlem. 145th Street. Grab a seat and brace yourself as I show you the kind of pain that street ...

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Overview

SHE WANTED TO BE A HIP-HOP STAR BUT THE STREETS GOT IN THE WAY.

Have you ever laid down with a man and wasn’t sure if you’d ever get back up? Tossed the sheets with a bone-knocking fear that only a hard-core hustler could produce? Sexed him like your life depended on it, because in reality it did? You still with me? Then let’s roll over to my house. Harlem. 145th Street. Grab a seat and brace yourself as I show you the kind of pain that street life and so-called success can bring. . . .

Nineteen-year-old Candy Raye Montana, an ex—drug runner for the Gabriano crime family and a former foster child, dreams of becoming a hip-hop superstar, if only someone will discover her talents.

Someone does. Mega music producer and king thug of Harlem, Junius “Hurricane” Jackson, CEO of the House of Homicide recording studio, cuts a deal and puts Candy on the stage. Suddenly she is a hot new artist on the notorious Homicide Hitz record label. Her career takes off and she blazes the charts, but it’s not long before Candy realizes that the man she thought was her knight is nothing more than a cold-blooded nightmare.

Caught between the music and the madness, between the dollars and the deals, Candy belongs to Hurricane–body and soul–and must endure his sadistic bedroom desires while keeping his sexual secrets hidden from the world. But Candy has some strong desires of her own that simply cannot be denied, especially when she finds herself turned on by a brilliant investment baller who just happens to be Hurricane’s right-hand man. Candy longs for her freedom, but if Hurricane gets wind of her betrayal the blowback will be lethal–and not only will she risk losing her recording contract, she just might lose her life.

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Publishers Weekly
If there was ever any doubt that pulp was alive and thriving, Noire's highly sexy, highly vivid G-Spot dispelled it. This follow-up delivers everything that lovers of this emerging micro genre-black urban erotic chick lit-are coming to expect: cribs full of music, sex, drugs and criminality; many dollars flying by; and an honest, often abused girl just trying to make it through. When Candy Raye Montana hooks up with Harlem rap don Junius "Hurricane" Jackson, she's expecting little more than a respite from serving as bait for stickups for her well-meaning but desperate mother and her mother's junkie boyfriend-and maybe a little luxury. But 'Cane turns out to be a major sociopath (with violent perversions that may be compensations for a small dick). Candy, unhappy and horny, turns to Internet cam mutual masturbation, but when Percy "Knowledge" Graham, Cane's lawyer, comes into her life, the love is real-and deeply satisfying. But Cane knows something's up, and Candy's life is more and more in the balance as Knowledge schemes to find a way for them to make a life together. Candy's first person and Knowledge's third begin to alternate chapters: both are completely absorbing and rarely miss. The cast of bling and trash extras are well-done and well-named. The most direct means to Candy's heart provides the novel's title. (Dec. 27) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
From the Publisher
“Raw, in your face, and straight from the street. Urban erotica has never been hotter!”
–Nikki Turner, author of The Glamorous Life
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780307494337
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 1/16/2009
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 304
  • Sales rank: 121,176
  • File size: 2 MB

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Candy Licker


By Noire

Random House

Noire
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0345486471


Chapter One

Chapter 1

Money, Lust, Fame

It was a little after one on a Friday night and mics were on fire at the House of Homicide. Junius "Hurricane" Jackson was Homicide's CEO, producer, and all-around king niggah in charge. Hurricane commanded mad respect on the streets of New York City, and even the most thugged-out criminals feared him like the badass hustler that he was.

The House of Homicide was located smack in the middle of Harlem, on a block that stayed live twenty-four hours a day. It was originally built as a neighborhood movie theater, but when Hurricane started running things, he converted it into a hot nightclub/recording studio that attracted hundreds of ballers, rappers, and hopeful wannabe artists looking to get on a stage and get paid.

Every superhead in Harlem wanted to be down on Homicide's tip. The crack fiends, the teenage baby mamas. The video hoes who were lost and turned out.

"That Cane niggah is hard!" they'd laugh as they lined up half-naked outside the studio, posing and shivering in the cold, just dying to get a spot on his latest video shoot. "Let that rich motherfucka put the camera on me. I'll rock my ass so hard he'll forget his mama's name!"

Yeah, Hurricane was a living legend in Harlem, and he had his House on lock and under total control. He was a genius when it came to recognizing raw street talent, and he dominated the music industry so viciously it made those cats over at Crunk Cuts and Ruthless Rap look weak and broke-down.

Hurricane was in deep with the Mafia too, and they gave him a lot of rope. He strong-armed a bunch of small businesses and laundered Mob money through almost all of them, especially the corner liquor store he owned and his rib joint that was right next door. He played the role of a community leader and all that too. You know, giving out free turkeys during the holidays and sponsoring bookmobiles and things like that for the kids in the hood. He had fat knots in his pockets and was even known to organize street cleanups and pay people's bills when they got too far behind. But nothing went down in Harlem that Hurricane wasn't involved in. No deals got made, no pussy got sold, no dice got tossed. Nobody so much as rolled a blunt unless Hurricane got his cut.

Hurricane had mad pull from coast to coast. In the time that I'd known him he'd signed some of the hottest singers and rap artists from L.A. to Miami and snatched them into his camp. A few artists he straight stole from other labels, and some he actually got honest. But no matter how they got here, the minute they put their name on the dotted line their asses belonged to the House of Homicide, and Hurricane Jackson became their don, their daddy, and their dictator.

This Friday night was starting out just like any other. I was chilling downstairs in one of the recording rooms with two hopeful artists, Jazzy and Danita. Friday nights were fresh-talent night at the House of Homicide. The House was packed, and rappers and video hoes were lined up out the door and around the corner waiting for their chance to jump in the pit and impress Hurricane.

Jazzy had been here once before, but it was Danita's first night in the House. Since we were sitting around waiting for the pit to go live, we decided to kill some time listening to some bootleg mix tapes somebody had brought in off the streets. I'd watched both of these chicks rehearse the tracks they were gonna perform in the pit tonight, and they didn't sound half bad. The problem was they were regular. Didn't nothing stand out about them except they asses. I knew exactly which rooms they would end up in, and it damn sure wasn't gonna be no mic room like they were hoping.

Jazzy was the cutest of the two and she was rocking a pair of Donna Karan shorts that were so tight the V between her legs looked like a camel toe. Danita was just as hot. She sported a fly little Rocawear miniskirt that clung to her thighs and rode up her hips every time she moved. Upstairs, the music was banging and the party was in full charge. The way Danita and Jazzy were flossing I could tell they were ready to rush up the steps, grab a baller, and get crunk in the middle of the mix.

"Damn, Candy," Danita said, winding her hips and slurping from a cold bottle of beer. "I ain't into no bitches, but you one lucky heffah! Booming body, pretty red hair, blue eyes, light chocolate skin . . . I see why that niggah Hurricane got you laced up so lovely. Do you, boo! If I was laying up with Hurricane I'd be iced out and cutting hits left and right too. But just wait till your niggah hears some of my rhymes. I'ma press his ass out!"

I just nodded and thought about Dominica and Vonzelle, my girls from Scandalous! We was fresh and hot like Jazzy and Danita at one time too, so I understood what kinda cloud their heads were stuck in. Born singing, I'd had visions of being a superstar for as long as I could remember. But hard knocks and cold men had taught me a little somethin' about the music business that Jazzy and Danita must didn't know. These chicks couldn't see past the obvious. The bright lights, iced-out jewels, expensive cars . . . all this shit came with a price on it, a price that sexing Hurricane had taught me I couldn't afford to pay.



ooo

I'd met some pretty mean niggahs during my travels, but Hurricane Jackson was the first one to show me what real pain was all about. Hurricane held a lease on my life. He'd paid the Mob cash money for my ass, and his word and his protection were the only things keeping me alive.

I got my first taste of Hurricane's cruelty while I was laid up naked in his bed, and the minute I saw what he was working with I knew my shit was fried. The niggah was a bonecrusher. He had a body like Mr. Universe. Mike Tyson didn't have shit on him. Swole chest, twelve-pack stomach. Muscles everywhere. But it was mainly for show. Sex with Hurricane was all about Hurricane, and he got his pleasure by seeing other people in pain. No tonguing me down or licking my neck. That was the last thing on his mind. He didn't even stroke the poon-poon or worry whether or not it was wet. Nope, fucking Hurricane was unlike anything I'd ever known, and I would find out the hard way that his foreplay was even more destructive than his name.

Don't get me wrong. Ain't nobody out here perfect, but there are some brothers who been blessed with gifts that can make a sistah climb the walls. Hurricane, too, had been blessed in a lot of ways. He was powerful, he was rich, he was fine, and everybody knew he had crazy musical talent. But none of that shit made up for what Hurricane was lacking, and a deficiency like the one he had, especially in a such a big, strong, buff-ass man, was enough to turn even the most mellow niggah into a raging maniac. Yeah, Hurricane Jackson had a whole lot of things the average brothah could only dream of, but what he was missing was the one thing all his money and his power couldn't buy him.

A dick.



ooo

The first time Hurricane took me home to the banging mansion he kept on Long Island, nothing in my life had ever impressed me more. About a thousand niggahs lived up in there with him, but I didn't care.

He was rich.

His place was a palace compared to the holes I'd lived in. The windows were paneless and made of flat dark glass, the ceilings were twenty feet high, and the floors were smoked Italian marble bordered with gold trim. Everything about his crib screamed quality and cash, and as much grief and drama as I had just been through, I figured I was due to lay back and enjoy a few luxuries in my life.

Hurricane took me inside and made sure I met the other wifeys who stayed there, and then later on that night he let me bathe in his $30,000 onyx tub. I damn near melted when I saw his huge custom-built, oversize Hypnos bed. It was sitting up on a raised platform that was down in a sunken area in the middle of the room. The top of the bed had a canopy of black and white silk curtains that were tied back with tiny silver chains. Six carpeted steps led down into the sleeping area, and six more made of smoked black glass led back up to the bed on all four sides. I felt like a queen as he kissed my neck, then held my hand and escorted me all the way up to the top.

"Sweet Candy," Hurricane whispered as he pulled back the thick towel and stared at my naked body. "Soft brown skin and"--he tangled his fingers in my hair--"sexy blue eyes. I've run through some jawns up in here, but you's a keeper."

My nature was always running hot and I couldn't wait to feel him inside of me. My nipples were aching to be kissed, and thick juices were percolating between my legs. I laid there like a fool, grinning and posing all up in those sheets, ready to go all out for the man who was gonna make me a big star.

But I figured out what kind of party it was the minute he pulled down his pants and started grinding me so hard I swore the bed would break down. You ever heard of beating a pussy until you knocked it out? Well that's what Hurricane did to mine. He raised himself up on his hands and knees, slammed his hips down hard enough to crack my pubic bone, then grinded like he was on a mission to kill somebody.

"Slow down, baby," I begged, trying to catch up with his warp-speed rhythm. I wasn't a virgin, but my young ass didn't know shit about shit neither. Yeah, I'd played a little touchy-feely a couple of times, and true, I was a professional masturbator, but nothing I'd experienced had been anything like the express train that was roaring on top of me right now. I wanted to get with him, but all that pounding was drying up my juices, so I grabbed his thick arms, squeezing his muscles, then slid my hands down his back and held tight to his trim waist.

"Wait," I whispered, spreading my legs wider as I tried my best to feel him. "Is it in yet, baby? Is it in?"

He froze.

"What you say?"

Working my hips to get in his groove, I rounded under him and rubbed his ass, letting my hands work the thick muscles of his back. "Put it in now," I demanded, arching my back and brushing my nipples against his hard chest, eager to get my pussy stretched out and filled up until it burst. "Go 'head and slide all a' that good dick up inside me baby!"

Hurricane moved fast. He slid his palms under my hips and grabbed one ass cheek in each hand. Then he squeezed my mounds like they were two lemons, balling his hands into tight fists and digging his fingers so deep into my booty muscles he almost paralyzed me.

I screamed.

"I said, what the fuck did you say?"

Sweat broke out all over me and I arched my back and clenched my ass tight, panting against the pain.

"Candy!" he growled in my ear. "What the fuck did you just say?"

I honest-to-God didn't know what the hell I'd said. Whatever it was, I damn sure wasn't about to say it again. He rolled off of me and reached across the huge bed, searching for something under his pillow.

"I'ma put something in your ass," he said in a low voice. "Put something in there that'll shut you right the fuck up."

I almost screamed again when I saw what he had in his hand.

That crazy motherfucker was holding a gun.

And not one of those regular old Saturday night specials either. I'd seen this kind of gun before, it was Seagram's favorite piece. A .44 caliber Magnum with a hair trigger. The kind of shit you roll with when you wanna blow a niggah's brains out through the back of his head.

Hurricane cursed and slapped the barrel across my mouth, busting open my bottom lip. I swallowed blood and panicked when I saw the crazy look in his eyes. My teeth were clenched but he forced me to open them shits, shoving that barrel halfway down my throat, then taking it out and cracking it first against my collarbone and then dead on the tip of my elbow. I yelped and rolled over, balling up in a knot and cradling the black pain that ran from my shoulder all the way down to my fingertips. Suddenly he was on top of me again, and the cold metal was being pushed between my legs. All I could think was that the gun had a hair trigger and was gonna go off and blow me up from the inside out. I screamed and fought, but come on people. You know who had the wins. And then my pussy was being filled up for real. With something so hard and icy it got my whole body to shivering with pain. But as chilly and cold as that revolver was, just take my word for it and believe me when I tell you. It wasn't half as cold as Hurricane's heart.

ooo



Jazzy and Danita both did the damn thang in the pit and came out sweating me with a thousand questions, screaming, 'cause Jay-Z and Kanye were both in the house, and feenin' like industry freaks to find out what Hurricane thought about their performance. I tried to tell them to play it chill, that Hurricane knew hot talent when he saw it, and if he thought the opportunity to turn a dime was right there under his roof wasn't no way in hell he was gonna let it slide.

I know I made Hurricane sound like a nine-headed monster, but actually, he wasn't much different than a lot of other entertainment hustlers out there like Suge Knight, Irv Gotti, and even P.Diddy with his crazy self. Cane kept a posse of street-hard soldiers around him ten to twenty deep, and most of them were either bangers or stone criminals who didn't have no artistic talent but were down for whatever. They would take a niggah out real quick and then show you where the bodies were buried.

From what I'd heard, Hurricane had pulled a little bid upstate for killing a drug dealer. It was up there that he made all the connections that helped him launch his record label and finance the hooked-up studio that we were chilling in right now. The real deal was that Hurricane had done something a whole lot of other hustlers wished they could do. He'd gotten in good with the right people and started sticking his fingers in all kinds of pies.

Continues...


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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 15, 2011

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    Urban erotica at it's best!

    I LOVE this book!!! I do not reread books once I have read them, but I have read this book twice. I am not into love stories... I love the gritty hood love tales and this is definitely one of those stories!!! Loved it!

    6 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 16, 2009

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    Raw

    This book was off the chain from start to finish it's kind of hardcore but its a great story line.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 20, 2011

    <3

    THIS BOOK IS AWESOME AND I READ THIS BOOK WIN I WAS 17 AND IS WAS AN AWESOME READ AND I HAVE READ IT AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN.... THIS BOOK IS THE FREAKIN BOOM!!!!!! :)

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 21, 2011

    good book

    very good book. it keeps you attention at all times.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 23, 2012

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    Okay I am not big on urban books but this was a okay book. It wa

    Okay I am not big on urban books but this was a okay book. It was a very quick read for me, very enjoyable and very raw and gritty. I did enjoy the main character candy. Not to give the book away the ending was worth reading, it did have it's twist and turns that did make you go hmmm... However, I do think that all the hype around this bpook is blown out of the circle that is this book.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 10, 2012

    Great read

    I couldn't put the book down

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 27, 2011

    GOOD LAWD!!!

    this was one of the best books ive read!! it was sooo brutal annd vicious!! i was pulled in by the story!! i thought deadly reigns was bad...it aint got sh-- on candylicker!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 24, 2011

    amazing book

    this book made me go crazy i cried and enjoyed it at the same time i actually borrowed this book and never gave it back

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 26, 2009

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    Moving Past the Past

    This urban erotic tale toys around with many themes: domestic abuse on all fronts, physical, mental and emotional; sexual indiscretions; family loyalty, and the underlying theme of unconditional love between two people who share similar pasts. A decent enough storyline that ties all the characters and events together in a plot that makes for one turbulent and exhilarating read. I recommend this book to all who enjoy a well written novel, with narrators in both first and third person in an effort to deliver a story that reels you into the lives of "I can relate" to characters. Introspectively speaking, Candy represents women who are beautiful inside and out; pregnant with the deep desire to be successful and find a man who can love them right sexually, and Knowledge, represents the many men out there who do know how treat a lady, using his strength to protect her, his intellect to guide her and his love to make her feel special. Candy Licker is a great read and Noire has become one of my favorite authors.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 15, 2013

    Good read

    A page Turner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 9, 2013

    To anyone

    Want to chat type back to Abree

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 2, 2013

    Nette

    This book was great!!!!! Its one of those books that you cant put down. I feel as if I personally knew each character. I laughed and cried but overall I was satisfied with the ending!!! Must read!!!!"

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 22, 2013

    Great book

    We I read this book I couldn't put it down. I tell everyone to read this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 28, 2012

    Good book

    This book reminded me alot of G spot. The stories were very similar, although g spot was better. This was a very good book though from beginning to end. There are alot of mouth dropping moments. And noire is the queen of urban tales and proves it again with this book.

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  • Posted July 29, 2012

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    One of the best

    I actually read this after I read the G spot2 when Juicy mentioned her in the book so I have to find out her story and I'm glad I did. Love love love this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 26, 2012

    Good read

    This book was really good, however the story line is exactly the same as her other book called "The G Spot". I felt like the author wasn't really creative when she wrote this book since there is so much similarity between these two books. Over all it is a good read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 23, 2012

    It's ok

    It was good but kind of predictable

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 9, 2012

    Must read!!!

    This book!!! I cried, I laughed!! This book is a must read!!! I will forever love this book and will be rereading in the future, and I never reread a book! Good message and LOVED IT!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 21, 2012

    took me a while to get into it but once I did, it was amazing.

    took me a while to get into it but once I did, it was amazing.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 20, 2012

    Speechless

    A must read i bought it years ago and i just reread it again

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