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Overview

A smooth talker. An even better listener. And handsome as heaven on earth. He is God's Gift to Women.
Julian Payne gets into bed with millions of women every night. As an after-hours radio talk-show host, Julian captivates his female audience with his deep voice and sensitive spirit. Women can't get enough: They call in, begging for his advice about love, lust, commitment, and betrayal. Julian provides his listeners with the blunt male perspective, and he always has the right thing to say. But when it comes to his own romantic life, or lack thereof, he's at a loss for words.
A widower and father to ten-year-old Samantha, Julian wants nothing more than to settle down again with the right woman. Just when he thinks he's found her in Dr. Terri Ross — smart, stunning, and with her own counseling practice — Julian is confronted by a ghost from the past: Olivia Brown, a woman with whom he had a one-night stand. Suddenly Julian finds himself in a situation with a woman who's determined to win him over...or make his life a living hell.
Michael Baisden's hottest offering yet, God's Gift to Women is a compelling tale about the consequences of sex with a stranger.

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  • ISBN-13: 9780743249973
  • Publisher: Touchstone
  • Publication date: 10/2/2003
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 304
  • Product dimensions: 5.30 (w) x 7.90 (h) x 0.80 (d)

Meet the Author

Success did not come easy for this 37-year-old Chicago native. In 1993 he was driving trains for the Chicago Transit Authority and struggling to keep a small business from going under. In 1995 he released his first book, Never Satisfied: How and Why Men Cheat, a controversial book of short stories about unfaithful men and the women who support their irresponsible behavior. The large New York publishing companies rejected his work, saying it wasn't marketable — which basically meant, it wasn't good enough. Not willing to concede defeat, Michael decided to self-publish. He borrowed money from friends and family, charged his credit cards to the limit, and sold his automobile.
Within eight months, he sold more than 50,000 books and was on Essence and Emerge magazines best sellers' lists. He toured with black expos, sorority conventions, and book fairs. He even signed books at the local nightclubs, and hair salons.
"I was determined to make it!" he says. "I would sell books at a funeral if they let me."
Eventually, his popularity grew and so did the demand for his next book. This time, instead of writing another book on relationships, Michael took a gamble on a novel. "There was a void in African-American novels written by men," he explained. "I wanted to destroy the myth that men don't read."
In July of 1997 he released his second book, Men Cry in the Dark. Once again, the book was a big success, selling 30,000 hard cover editions during the first six months. This time the national media paid attention. Michael has been a guest on several local and national radio programs, including the syndicated Tom Joyner Morning Show. His electrifying personality has earned repeated appearances on talk shows such as Ricki Lake, Sally Jesse, Maury Povich, and The View. He has also been a guest host for Tavis Smiley on BET Tonight.
By the summer of 1997, demand for his appearances were overwhelming. Organizations, book clubs, and retail stores were frantically trying to book him. But Michael wasn't about to go back to doing business as usual. The local retail stores were too small to accommodate his large following and organizations refused to pay honorarium. He decided it was time to promote his own seminars. And he called it, The Love, Lust and Lies tour. Unlike traditional book signings, the events were held in auditoriums and lavish hotel ballrooms, usually on Saturday nights from 9-11 P.M. And best of all, he could charge admission, which was only $10.
Michael was careful not to turn-off his customers for the sake of a quick buck. "My goal was to make sure everyone took something positive away from the experience. If I broke even, I was happy," he said. The cost of promoting a successful event was beginning to add up. With the cost of radio advertisement averaging $5000, and rental fees for hotel ballrooms $2500, it was clear to Michael that he needed help. That help came in the form of radio stations cosponsoring the events. They ran additional commercials, gave away tickets, and in some cases, broadcasted live from the seminar. Other sponsors, such as banking institutions, credit card companies, and magazines soon came aboard with solid financial support. Michael could now concentrate on promoting bigger and more elaborate shows.
At the 1997 and the 1999 Expo in Cleveland, the seminar attracted over 3,000 women. "In 1997 it was so crowded the fire department closed off the floor," Michael recalls. In other markets such as Atlanta, Los Angeles, Charlotte, and Detroit the seminar has become a highly anticipated annual event. The interest was so great that Michael produced a video with excerpts from various shows and sold it through direct mail. The name of the video was, of course, Love, Lust, and Lies. During the first week of its release, the tape sold more than one thousand copies. Lastly, in 1999 he self published his most recent novel, The Maintenance Man. The main character, Malcolm, is a handsome gigolo looking to break out of the game. Michael says, "It was my way of letting the world know that not all men enjoy cheating and playing women. Eventually you have to grow up." As expected, it climbed quickly to the top of the best sellers' list and cemented Michael as one of the top authors in the country. No doubt he was already "The" most controversial and entertaining.
Michael is currently living in Houston, TX and is working on several projects for 2001. He is holding down his responsibilities as CEO of Legacy Publishing. Also, well-known Hollywood producer, Rueben Cannon, has optioned his latest novel, The Maintenance Man, for a movie. And most recently, Michael signed a deal with Tribune Broadcasting to host his long anticipated national talk show, "Talk or Walk" scheduled to air in the fall of 2001. Details of these events will be posted on his site and his monthly newsletter, so be sure to sign on!

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Chapter One

Jasmine scented candles illuminated the studio — creating a spiritual ambiance. I reclined in my chair as I listened to the song "Is it a Crime" by Sade. The candles had become a ritual ever since I started at WTLK back in '89. The flickering light and smell of jasmine were relaxing and made me more introspective — aromatherapy, they called it.

The faint candlelight also served as a camouflage for the dilapidated condition of the studio. The carpet was covered with decade old cigarette burns, the plaster was falling off the ceiling, and the exposed water pipe leaked into an old Folgers coffee can. "Sade, your song is right on time," I said as I glanced around the room. "This place is a crime."

Just before the song ended, I put on my headphones and adjusted the volume to the mic. The digital clock on the console read 11:55 PM. "Five more minutes and I'm outta this dump!" I said with contempt. My producer, Mitch, was in the control booth next door setting up the calls. I could see him through the large soundproof window. I switched on the intercom to get his attention.

"Well, Mitch, in a few minutes it'll all be over," I told him. "The final episode of The Green Hornet and Kato."

"Don't be so dramatic, Julian," he said in his usual smooth tone. "It's not the end of the world, just another phase in life."

"Listen to you, sounding all philosophical. That must be one of the benefits of old age."

"Who you callin' old?"

Mitch had smooth dark brown skin and short black hair with grey streaks. He looked very distinguished but he had recently turned fifty-five and was getting touchy about his age.

"Look, we can arm wrestle for your Viagra prescription later," I laughed. "Right now, let's get to work and try to wrap up the show on time."

There were five people on hold. Mitch printed their names in bold letters on a piece of paper and taped it to the window. That was our sophisticated communication system. "Five, four, three, two — ," I heard Mitch count. Then he pointed at me to signal we were on the air.

"Welcome back to Love, Lust, and Lies on WTLK," I said in my deep radio voice. "We only have enough time for two calls, so let's go straight to the phones. Adam, you're on. What's your question or issue?"

"Hey, Julian! I just want to congratulate you on your new show," he said. "I hope you don't get big-headed and forget where you came from when you blow up."

"Negro, please! I've been struggling in this business for fifteen years. I've never been about money or fame," I told him. "I've never owned a new car, don't own a nice watch, I cut my own hair, and every night I go home to a ten-year-old girl who's goin' through puberty. Now, if that doesn't keep you grounded, nothing will. Thanks for calling." (Click)

Mitch was laughing his ass off because he knew I was telling the truth. I drove a beat up 1994 Toyota Camry, which I bought used in 1996. And my scratched up Gucci was ten years old. I laughed myself because when I looked down at it, it had stopped working — again.

"Okay, Sharon. You're my last caller!" I said as I pushed the button to line two. "What's your question or issue?"

"My question is about love and commitment," she sounded depressed.

"We don't have much time, sweetheart, what's your point?"

"My point is, when you love someone you should stand by them no matter what, right?"

"I agree, if you truly love someone, nothing should come between you."

"Well, I thought my husband loved me, until —

She stopped in mid-sentence.

"Come on! It can't be that serious," I said jokingly trying to cheer her up. "What happened? Did you gain a little weight, loose your job, get a bad hair weave? What?"

"No, Julian, he left me because I was raped. The doctors said the damage was so severe I'll never be able to bear children," she said. Then she began to cry. "And after going through that hell, can you believe that no-good bastard had the nerve to tell me it was my fault that I got raped? How's that for love and commitment?"

I hit the mute button on my microphone and buried my head into my hands. When I looked up at Mitch, I knew he was thinking exactly what I was thinking. Why tonight — of all nights? The clock on the console read, 11:56. We were almost out of time. But I was determined not to end my last show on a negative note.

"Are you all right Sharon?" I asked. "Do you want me to put you in touch with a therapist?"

"No, Julian, thank you. I'll be fine. It happened a long time ago." She quickly composed herself. "I'm just sick and tired of men using the word love at their convenience. The only thing they love is getting pus —

"Hold up," I cut her off, "I get the point! And you're right, love is a serious word — men shouldn't say it if they don't mean it."

"Have you ever been in love, Julian?"

"Hold on a second, who's interviewing who?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. But I was just wondering if there's ever been a woman worthy of your love."

I paused for a second as I reminisced on my wife, Carmen. Her picture was right in front of me, the one we took in Vegas on our honeymoon. I never spoke about her on the air since that day — it was too painful. But I decided to open up. Maybe I was caught up in the moment, or by the vulnerability in Sharon's voice.

"Yes, I've been in love — once," I told her.

"Are you still with her?"

"No, she's gone — cancer took her."

"I guess we have something in common, Julian," she said, then she hesitated. "We're both alone."

Mitch was nodding in agreement. We both knew why. But I wasn't about to go there on the air.

"Like you said, it happened a long time ago," I told her. "You've got to let go of the pain in order to move on. And speaking of moving on, it's time for me get out of here."

The phone lines were ringing off the hook, but there was no time left for calls. The management at WTLK was strict about ending segments on time, especially since the station was programmed to go off the air at midnight. The clock on the panel read 11:58.

"Before I go, I want to end the show with an inspirational poem, the way I always do on Hot Buttered Soul Friday. I call this piece Movin' On. I reached for my notebook. "This one's for you Sharon, and all the ladies out there who are trying to move on." I cleared my throat and began to recite.

every experience

be it bad or good

teaches us a lesson

or at least it should

mr. right

turned out to be mr. wrong

learn from your mistakes

keep the faith

press forward sista

move on

dry your tears

wipe your eyes

find the strength

look inside

don't call him

don't see him

don't play one sad song

block his cell

delete his email

look ahead my sista

just move on

love yourself

take care of yourself

and if the need arises

sista please yourself

do a check up

from the neck up

say a prayer

sista hold your head up

cause one day you'll have all the joy your heart can hold

and then you'll be glad you pressed forward

and so thankful you moved on

After I finished reading, I felt choked up. I was closing the show for the last time. I hesitated for a second, then I let it go.

"Goodnight, Chicago," I said emotionally. "Thanks for allowing me into your homes, your hearts, and your minds — peace."

Mitch quickly turned on the studio lights and came running over. He was holding a bottle of Dom Perignon and two glasses. He shook it up and then popped the cork. Champagne sprayed everywhere.

"Congratulations, Julian," he said as he poured it over my head. "You're finally escaping this concentration camp!"

"Yeah, it took me over ten years, like Shawshank Redemption, but I finally made it," I laughed as I wiped the champagne from my eyes.

He poured two glasses and handed me one.

"I'd like to propose a toast," he said. "To the most outspoken, talented, and arrogant son-of-a-bitch in talk radio."

"Hear, hear!" I said as we tapped glasses.

"Now, I wanna propose a toast. To the man who has given me inspiration, motivation, and die-reaction. Here's to you, Mitch."

We toasted again. Then there was an uncomfortable silence. I had dreaded this moment all week.

"You know, Mitch. I'm sorry I couldn't work out a deal to take you with me. You know how much you —

"Look, Julian," he interrupted, "this is your time — your season. You were born for this. Besides, I've got a big deal I've been working on. I only wish Carmen could've been here to share this moment with you."

"Yeah, me too." I stared at her picture on the console. "She's the reason why I stuck with this raggedy ass station for as long as I did."

Mitch walked over and put his hand on my shoulder. He was a short man, standing about five-six. I towered over him at six-three but he had a charismatic way of speaking that demanded attention.

"It's been two years, Julian. When are you gonna let it go?" he said in that fatherly tone. "You said it in your poem, life goes on! Why don't you stop feeling sorry for yourself and start taking some of your own advice?"

"Look, Mitch, dating is not high on my list of priorities!" I said as I pulled away. Then I started packing up my equipment. "I'm moving to Houston in two days. I just want to finish packing, have a farewell drink with Eddie at Club Nimbus, then get the hell outta here!"

"Sounds like a plan, Julian." He poured himself another drink. "But you know as well as I do, Sharon was right, you are alone. You should've asked her out — she's obviously single," he added sarcastically. "Tell you what, why don't we see if she's still on the line."

Mitch reached for the button on the console. All five phone lines were lit and my microphone was still on.

"Cool out, Mitch!" I grabbed at his hand. But he managed to press the speaker phone button for line two. There was a sudden click then a dial tone.

"It's best that she's gone, anyway," he said as he backed away from the console.

"And why is that — not that I care."

"Because Samantha will never allow another woman into her life, or yours, not until she learns to accept that you are a man — with needs."

He sat down his champagne glass on the console and headed for the door.

"Where you goin'?" I walked towards him holding my glass. "I thought we were celebrating tonight."

"I'm going home to my woman, what about you?" he said as he opened the door. "I really hope you find what you're looking for in Houston, Julian." Then he turned off the lights and walked out.

As I watched the candle wax slowly melting away, I thought about what my father told me before he died; "Son, money can buy a lot of things in this world but it can't buy back time." As I stood there in the dim silence of my spiritual ambiance, I had to face up to reality of what Mitch said. He's right, I thought to myself. Samantha was too possessive and I was only making matters worse by not having a life of my own.

I gathered up the rest of my things and placed them inside my gym bag. Before I put away the picture of Carmen, I looked at it. Then I spoke to it.

"You know I'll always love you, Carmen, but it's time for me to move on with my life!" I said, as tears rolled down my face. "My mind needs it, my heart needs it, my soul needs it. And I ain't gonna lie, baby, my body needs it, too." I laughed.

I kissed her picture, then placed it into my bag. "You'll always be my Queen."

On the way out the door I blew out my jasmine scented candles and put them inside my bag. At that moment, I decided it was the only baggage I was carrying with me to Houston.

Copyright © 2002 by Michael Baisden

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First Chapter

Chapter One

Jasmine scented candles illuminated the studio -- creating a spiritual ambiance. I reclined in my chair as I listened to the song "Is it a Crime" by Sade. The candles had become a ritual ever since I started at WTLK back in '89. The flickering light and smell of jasmine were relaxing and made me more introspective -- aromatherapy, they called it.

The faint candlelight also served as a camouflage for the dilapidated condition of the studio. The carpet was covered with decade old cigarette burns, the plaster was falling off the ceiling, and the exposed water pipe leaked into an old Folgers coffee can. "Sade, your song is right on time," I said as I glanced around the room. "This place is a crime."

Just before the song ended, I put on my headphones and adjusted the volume to the mic. The digital clock on the console read 11:55 PM. "Five more minutes and I'm outta this dump!" I said with contempt. My producer, Mitch, was in the control booth next door setting up the calls. I could see him through the large soundproof window. I switched on the intercom to get his attention.

"Well, Mitch, in a few minutes it'll all be over," I told him. "The final episode of The Green Hornet and Kato."

"Don't be so dramatic, Julian," he said in his usual smooth tone. "It's not the end of the world, just another phase in life."

"Listen to you, sounding all philosophical. That must be one of the benefits of old age."

"Who you callin' old?"

Mitch had smooth dark brown skin and short black hair with grey streaks. He looked very distinguished but he had recently turned fifty-five and was getting touchy about his age.

"Look, we can arm wrestle for your Viagra prescription later," I laughed. "Right now, let's get to work and try to wrap up the show on time."

There were five people on hold. Mitch printed their names in bold letters on a piece of paper and taped it to the window. That was our sophisticated communication system. "Five, four, three, two -- ," I heard Mitch count. Then he pointed at me to signal we were on the air.

"Welcome back to Love, Lust, and Lies on WTLK," I said in my deep radio voice. "We only have enough time for two calls, so let's go straight to the phones. Adam, you're on. What's your question or issue?"

"Hey, Julian! I just want to congratulate you on your new show," he said. "I hope you don't get big-headed and forget where you came from when you blow up."

"Negro, please! I've been struggling in this business for fifteen years. I've never been about money or fame," I told him. "I've never owned a new car, don't own a nice watch, I cut my own hair, and every night I go home to a ten-year-old girl who's goin' through puberty. Now, if that doesn't keep you grounded, nothing will. Thanks for calling." (Click)

Mitch was laughing his ass off because he knew I was telling the truth. I drove a beat up 1994 Toyota Camry, which I bought used in 1996. And my scratched up Gucci was ten years old. I laughed myself because when I looked down at it, it had stopped working -- again.

"Okay, Sharon. You're my last caller!" I said as I pushed the button to line two. "What's your question or issue?"

"My question is about love and commitment," she sounded depressed.

"We don't have much time, sweetheart, what's your point?"

"My point is, when you love someone you should stand by them no matter what, right?"

"I agree, if you truly love someone, nothing should come between you."

"Well, I thought my husband loved me, until --

She stopped in mid-sentence.

"Come on! It can't be that serious," I said jokingly trying to cheer her up. "What happened? Did you gain a little weight, loose your job, get a bad hair weave? What?"

"No, Julian, he left me because I was raped. The doctors said the damage was so severe I'll never be able to bear children," she said. Then she began to cry. "And after going through that hell, can you believe that no-good bastard had the nerve to tell me it was my fault that I got raped? How's that for love and commitment?"

I hit the mute button on my microphone and buried my head into my hands. When I looked up at Mitch, I knew he was thinking exactly what I was thinking. Why tonight -- of all nights? The clock on the console read, 11:56. We were almost out of time. But I was determined not to end my last show on a negative note.

"Are you all right Sharon?" I asked. "Do you want me to put you in touch with a therapist?"

"No, Julian, thank you. I'll be fine. It happened a long time ago." She quickly composed herself. "I'm just sick and tired of men using the word love at their convenience. The only thing they love is getting pus --

"Hold up," I cut her off, "I get the point! And you're right, love is a serious word -- men shouldn't say it if they don't mean it."

"Have you ever been in love, Julian?"

"Hold on a second, who's interviewing who?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. But I was just wondering if there's ever been a woman worthy of your love."

I paused for a second as I reminisced on my wife, Carmen. Her picture was right in front of me, the one we took in Vegas on our honeymoon. I never spoke about her on the air since that day -- it was too painful. But I decided to open up. Maybe I was caught up in the moment, or by the vulnerability in Sharon's voice.

"Yes, I've been in love -- once," I told her.

"Are you still with her?"

"No, she's gone -- cancer took her."

"I guess we have something in common, Julian," she said, then she hesitated. "We're both alone."

Mitch was nodding in agreement. We both knew why. But I wasn't about to go there on the air.

"Like you said, it happened a long time ago," I told her. "You've got to let go of the pain in order to move on. And speaking of moving on, it's time for me get out of here."

The phone lines were ringing off the hook, but there was no time left for calls. The management at WTLK was strict about ending segments on time, especially since the station was programmed to go off the air at midnight. The clock on the panel read 11:58.

"Before I go, I want to end the show with an inspirational poem, the way I always do on Hot Buttered Soul Friday. I call this piece Movin' On. I reached for my notebook. "This one's for you Sharon, and all the ladies out there who are trying to move on." I cleared my throat and began to recite.

every experience
be it bad or good
teaches us a lesson
or at least it should

mr. right
turned out to be mr. wrong
learn from your mistakes
keep the faith
press forward sista
move on

dry your tears
wipe your eyes
find the strength
look inside
don't call him
don't see him
don't play one sad song
block his cell
delete his email
look ahead my sista
just move on

love yourself
take care of yourself
and if the need arises
sista please yourself

do a check up
from the neck up
say a prayer
sista hold your head up

cause one day you'll have all the joy your heart can hold
and then you'll be glad you pressed forward
and so thankful you moved on

After I finished reading, I felt choked up. I was closing the show for the last time. I hesitated for a second, then I let it go.

"Goodnight, Chicago," I said emotionally. "Thanks for allowing me into your homes, your hearts, and your minds -- peace."

Mitch quickly turned on the studio lights and came running over. He was holding a bottle of Dom Perignon and two glasses. He shook it up and then popped the cork. Champagne sprayed everywhere.

"Congratulations, Julian," he said as he poured it over my head. "You're finally escaping this concentration camp!"

"Yeah, it took me over ten years, like Shawshank Redemption, but I finally made it," I laughed as I wiped the champagne from my eyes.

He poured two glasses and handed me one.

"I'd like to propose a toast," he said. "To the most outspoken, talented, and arrogant son-of-a-bitch in talk radio."

"Hear, hear!" I said as we tapped glasses.

"Now, I wanna propose a toast. To the man who has given me inspiration, motivation, and die-reaction. Here's to you, Mitch."

We toasted again. Then there was an uncomfortable silence. I had dreaded this moment all week.

"You know, Mitch. I'm sorry I couldn't work out a deal to take you with me. You know how much you --

"Look, Julian," he interrupted, "this is your time -- your season. You were born for this. Besides, I've got a big deal I've been working on. I only wish Carmen could've been here to share this moment with you."

"Yeah, me too." I stared at her picture on the console. "She's the reason why I stuck with this raggedy ass station for as long as I did."

Mitch walked over and put his hand on my shoulder. He was a short man, standing about five-six. I towered over him at six-three but he had a charismatic way of speaking that demanded attention.

"It's been two years, Julian. When are you gonna let it go?" he said in that fatherly tone. "You said it in your poem, life goes on! Why don't you stop feeling sorry for yourself and start taking some of your own advice?"

"Look, Mitch, dating is not high on my list of priorities!" I said as I pulled away. Then I started packing up my equipment. "I'm moving to Houston in two days. I just want to finish packing, have a farewell drink with Eddie at Club Nimbus, then get the hell outta here!"

"Sounds like a plan, Julian." He poured himself another drink. "But you know as well as I do, Sharon was right, you are alone. You should've asked her out -- she's obviously single," he added sarcastically. "Tell you what, why don't we see if she's still on the line."

Mitch reached for the button on the console. All five phone lines were lit and my microphone was still on.

"Cool out, Mitch!" I grabbed at his hand. But he managed to press the speaker phone button for line two. There was a sudden click then a dial tone.

"It's best that she's gone, anyway," he said as he backed away from the console.

"And why is that -- not that I care."

"Because Samantha will never allow another woman into her life, or yours, not until she learns to accept that you are a man -- with needs."

He sat down his champagne glass on the console and headed for the door.

"Where you goin'?" I walked towards him holding my glass. "I thought we were celebrating tonight."

"I'm going home to my woman, what about you?" he said as he opened the door. "I really hope you find what you're looking for in Houston, Julian." Then he turned off the lights and walked out.

As I watched the candle wax slowly melting away, I thought about what my father told me before he died; "Son, money can buy a lot of things in this world but it can't buy back time." As I stood there in the dim silence of my spiritual ambiance, I had to face up to reality of what Mitch said. He's right, I thought to myself. Samantha was too possessive and I was only making matters worse by not having a life of my own.

I gathered up the rest of my things and placed them inside my gym bag. Before I put away the picture of Carmen, I looked at it. Then I spoke to it.

"You know I'll always love you, Carmen, but it's time for me to move on with my life!" I said, as tears rolled down my face. "My mind needs it, my heart needs it, my soul needs it. And I ain't gonna lie, baby, my body needs it, too." I laughed.

I kissed her picture, then placed it into my bag. "You'll always be my Queen."

On the way out the door I blew out my jasmine scented candles and put them inside my bag. At that moment, I decided it was the only baggage I was carrying with me to Houston.

Copyright © 2002 by Michael Baisden

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 11, 2006

    Very Crazy Book

    This book to me was one of the best. I read it in one day and at the end I was left jaw dropped and liberated inside. The craziest part about the book is plots like this one really happen in real life. There are really people that crazy!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 13, 2012

    Highly Recommended

    Loved it, read it in two days. I wish Michael Baisden would make all of his books ebook capable, I enjoyed reading on my nook more than paper backs.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 25, 2011

    Great

    I love this book. Great read

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 25, 2011

    Great read!

    Julian wasn't a player, he just played with the wrong woman.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 16, 2010

    Must read!!!!

    Omg! I opened this book and didn't put it down until i finished it. Very interesting. Must Read!!!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 21, 2010

    God's Gift to Women

    I loved this book. It's a shame that it sat in my closet for about 5 years before i picked it up to read it. It was not until a friend told me "Girl that's a good book", then I read it. This book keeps you on the edge. Lots of of ohhhhhh and whats in this read.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 16, 2009

    I Also Recommend:

    This is a really good book

    I read this book and enjoyed it a lot i read it for the second time and it felt like i was reading it for the first time. The only thing is that some parts are predictable other than that it's a really great book.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 27, 2009

    more from this reviewer

    This book was good!

    Every man that swears that he is God's Gift, should read this book to see what you get when you wanna be a player. This book was good!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 30, 2009

    omq

    this book scared me! but i liked it alot

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 13, 2005

    EVEN AT MY AGE

    this book, was unbelieveable. I am 18yrs old and the book had a major affect on me. Im so used 2 reading 'hood' books, this book was an interesting change. I highly reccomend it. I started reading it the day I endured a break up and it made me feel so much better simply with the text. I reccomend it 2 all the ladies.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 2, 2013

    Suspense

    I love this book because everyone is a victim, villian and good person just living life tryna get it right...

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  • Posted March 11, 2012

    Highly Recommended

    Once I started reading, I couln't put it down. I have other book by Michael Baisden. I wish all of his books were E-BOOKS.

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  • Posted May 20, 2011

    Gods gift to women

    One of the best book I ever read...I read the whole book in one day....

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 23, 2008

    I loved it

    this book was great. it took me mabye 2 days to read and i can say i have read it a couple of times. I would recommend this book to anyone

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 22, 2006

    CRAZY!

    Very good book. I read Maintance Man and this too was a good book. Olivia,aka Ms Randall and Ms Johnson was INSANE! She was the aggressor and couldn't handle Julian not wanting to see her anymore. I did not like the way Eddie treated Denise, but she got out of it. Mitch was right on time and glad his show still aired and the baby was healthy. Olivia did not belong on the streets at all. buy this book,you won't be disappointed at all.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 2, 2006

    A Rollercoaster Ride!!!

    I love this book. It takes you through so many emotions from anger to fear, to joy, and to pain. I could not put this book down. This story is compelling and well written. I would recomend this to anyone looking for suspence, action, and romance in book. This one has it all.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 26, 2006

    What A Book

    This book was outstanding. It was the first real novel that i have read in a long time. It was full of suspense and it was also amusing. I would reccommend this book to anybody.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 26, 2006

    AMAZING

    This was the best books ever it had twist and turns and parts that will have you saying 'NO' AND OH MY GOD.This book is so good u would'nt want to put it down. I read it in 2 days.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 24, 2006

    tawanna, a reviewer

    THIS WAS A OUTSTANDING BOOK. JUST WHEN YOU THINK THAT A WOMAN IS CHEATED ON THEN OVER LOOKED YEA RIGHT THERE IS ALWAYS SOMEONE OUT THERE THAT WILL STOP HIM IN HIS TRACKS. THE BOOK HAD A LOT OF SUSPENSE. I GOT CARRIED AWAY AND WAS SO ANXIOUS WITH THE BOOK I FOUND MYSELF READING IT WHILE DRIVING!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 31, 2005

    An Outstanding Book!!!

    I really enjoyed this book. I couldn't put it down for anything. I read it in about a day in a half and couldn't get enough of it. Michael Baisden is a really good author and I would encourage people to read this book. Olivia was really a true psycho who had to get what she wanted even if it meant killing someone. God's Gift to Women had some funny, sad, and shocking parts that would lead anyone wanting more. After reading one of Michael Baisden's books it makes me want to read his other books. 2 thumbs up on this book Michael.

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