Christmas in the Hood

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Christmas in the Hood Pub. Date: 10/30/2007 Publisher: Random House Publishing Group

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Overview

The undisputed queen of hip-hop fiction, #1 Essence bestselling author Nikki Turner unwraps a talented new collection of writers with raw urban stories to jingle your bells this season.

Christmas in the Hood presents fresh talent alongside shining stars such as K. Elliott and Seth “Soul Man” Ferranti–all writing gritty tales that reveal what the holidays bring for the naughty and the nice who live by the code of the street. In “Secret Santa,” after her children’s Christmas presents are stolen, a woman has to decide what she’s willing to sacrifice to give them the holiday they deserve; in “Me and Grandma,” a senior sleighs more crack than candy canes to bring Christmas cheer to her needy grandkids; and in “Holiday Hell,” Noelle must raise $23,000 to repay a loan shark or her sister will become a ghost of Christmas past. True to the streets and true to the season, these stories will raise the holiday spirit in the heart of even the most ghetto-hardened gangsta.

“The ghetto’s voice without constraint.”
–Upscale, on Tales from da Hood

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Hip-hop author Turner (Forever a Hustler's Wife) introduces five new street lit authors in this first urban lit holiday anthology and the third "Street Chronicles" collection (after Tales from da Hoodand Girls in the Game). In Mo Shines's "Me and Grandma," Grandma works with two drug dealers to see that every child on the block has presents under the tree. In K. Elliott's "Secret Santa," stripper/prostitute Shante Morgan (aka Foreplay) wants a stable man in her life for Christmas. And in Dee Blackmon's "Holiday Hell," Noelle has until Christmas Eve to pay the ransom for her kidnapped sister. For street lit/urban fiction collections.

—Rebecca Vnuk

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780345497802
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 10/30/2007
Pages: 320
Sales rank: 459,234
Product dimensions: 5.18 (w) x 7.99 (h) x 0.71 (d)

Meet the Author

Nikki Turner

“Forever a Hustler’s Wife is one of the most-anticipated sequels of this century. Nikki Turner has once again taken street literature to the next level, further proving that she is indeed ‘The Queen of Hip Hop Fiction.’”
–Zane

“Always surprising, Nikki Turner’s prose moves like a Porsche, switching gears from tender to vicious in an instant.”
–50 Cent

Read an Excerpt

Secret Santa by K. Elliott

Shante Morgan aka Foreplay lay on Club Cheetah’s center stage with her legs spread like a field-goal post, wearing nothing but a tiny pink G-string. She was a tall slender dancer with a twenty-four-inch waist, a perfect round ass, and small but flawless breasts. Her golden hair and piercing emerald eyes mesmerized the audience as her body glistened under the light from baby oil she rubbed on herself before coming out. A small Mexican guy was on the other side of the stage with a fistful of bills. Shante wanted them all. She danced her way to the edge of the stage, where the man stood, and siezed the bills. She hooked her thumbs into the sides of her G-string and slowly worked her thong down her hips.

The man smiled gratefully and took a sip of his beer before sitting down. A skinny guy with braids yelled, “Make it clap.”

“I’ll make it clap if you make it rain,” Shante said.

The man threw down a five-dollar bill.

She flashed a smile showing her brilliant white teeth.

“Nigga, you made it drizzle. I said make it rain.”

“Hell, that’s all I got, baby.”

Nobody had any money, Shante thought. The money at the club had been slow for the past two weeks, and Shante was sick and tired of working all night and being a circus act for broke-ass niggas who didn’t want to pay her. After she finished up onstage, she quickly exited to the locker room. It was time to go home.

Shante Morgan sat on the wooden bench inside the locker room, counting the money she’d made. “Seventy-three dollars,” she said. “This shit is pathetic.”

Shante thought about earlier that day when she’d taken her children to see Santa Claus at the mall. “So what do you want for Christmas?” Santa had asked her eight-year-old son, Chris.

Chris looked serious, like a grown man. He reminded Shante so much of his father. “I don’t want anything; I just want you to bring my mama a house.”

A tear trickled down Shante’s cheek.

Then Chris pulled out his report card and gave it to Santa. She hadn’t even known he’d had his report card with him. “See, I did good, Santa.”

The man playing Santa looked at the report card. “Yes, you did great, young man.” Santa then turned to her daughter, Makayla, who was nine. “And what about you, young lady?”

“Same thing my brother said, my mama need a house.”

Santa smiled, and the crowd around them applauded.

One man yelled, “You have some great kids!”

Shante smiled at the memory of that morning. She knew that she had wonderful kids and that they would be content even if they didn’t get anything for Christmas, but she felt obligated—not because they’d made exceptional grades, but because they deserved a good Christmas. But how was she going to get the money? She looked at the bills in her hand. She knew she would get the money some kind of way; she was a hustler. She could try calling her babies’ daddy’s mother, but she couldn’t stand that bitch. She would make it on her own before she lowered herself to begging.

Another stripper, Goldie, walked over to the locker next to Shante, “I didn’t even make that much. Consider yourself lucky.”

Shante continued to get dressed, putting on her wool socks and her Timberland boots, then her coat and finally her scarf. Even dressed like a boy she was a stunning woman. “You don’t have any kids, so consider yourself lucky.” She smiled. “I have twenty-three days left before Christmas, and my two kids want everything.”

Goldie looked sad for Shante, “What about their daddy?”

“That nigga ain’t shit. He don’t even come around, and they haven’t seen his ass in almost two years.”

Shante stood and buttoned her coat, thinking about her date with Big Mike. Maybe he could help her with the Christmas gifts. Shante and Big Mike had met two weeks ago at 7-Eleven. He pulled up beside her in his Benz and offered to pump her gas. She had already taken care of it but thanked him for asking. Big Mike was a huge guy—six feet four and two hundred fifty pounds of dark chocolate. She thought he was cute and charming—and the 600 Series Benz he was driving didn’t hurt either—so she gave him her number.

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jocorac_2011

Posted June 26, 2009

Sooooo Good

I thought this book would be boring but i was totally wrong. All of the authors were fasntastic. You could see , feel and understand everything. Nikki turner did a fine job!
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