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In the second installment of the Desperate Hoodwives trilogy, hailed by the New York Post and Essence as a “can’t-miss new series,” hearts break, lives shatter, and lies prevail at Bentley Manor, where no one can escape their sins.

Four very different women find themselves caught in the web of Bentley Manor, one of the hood’s most notorious projects, where no one has ever left unscathed…

There’s Keisha, who married the high school basketball ...

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In the second installment of the Desperate Hoodwives trilogy, hailed by the New York Post and Essence as a “can’t-miss new series,” hearts break, lives shatter, and lies prevail at Bentley Manor, where no one can escape their sins.

Four very different women find themselves caught in the web of Bentley Manor, one of the hood’s most notorious projects, where no one has ever left unscathed…

There’s Keisha, who married the high school basketball star. Everything seemed fine, until Smokey got addicted to crack, and now she’s desperate just to feed their kids. Takiah needs to get away from her pimp husband so bad that she’s willing to go back to church, but what if the pastor’s eyes stray from the heavens?

With a voice to rival Mary J. and Whitney, Princess might just have the ticket to escape the projects, if only she could find her courage, while Woo Woo has escaped with her suburban husband—only to find herself sneaking back for steamy sexcapades with her drug dealer ex. And you can bet Woo Woo’s not the only one with secrets to hide…

From two critically acclaimed powerhouses in urban fiction, this is a gritty, passionate, and straight up real series that is not to be missed.

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
"Move over, Wisteria Lane! Drama and scandal have moved to Bentley Manor." — Danielle Santiago, author of Little Ghetto Girl and Grindin'

"A can't-miss new series." — Essence

"...this sassy, sexy streetwise story could kick some butt over on Wisteria Lane." — New York Post

"A sexy tale that will keep you gasping as you turn the pages..." — Miasha, author of Sistah for Sale, Mommy's Angel, Diary of a Mistress, and Secret Society

Publishers Weekly

The women of Desperate Housewives and The Real Housewives of New York City have nothing on the shameless ladies of Atlanta's Bentley Manor. This follow-up to Desperate Hoodwives finds Miz Cleo and Miz Osceola still reigning over an enclave haunted by poverty and crime, and there's plenty to talk about. Miz Cleo's crack-addicted granddaughter, Takiah Ray, and her baby, Tanana, return to Bentley to get away from Takiah's husband, who has begun pimping her out. Jamillah "Princess" Unger, long abused by her mother and a string of deadbeat men, may be able to use her musical talent to finally break free. Keisha Williamson, an aspiring beautician, cares for four children while her husband, Smokey, struggles with drug addiction, and Keisha seeks dangerous solace in his brother's arms. Woo Woo Moore moves to the burbs after marrying a dentist, but an affair with a drug dealer from the hood may destroy her new life. Mink and Diamond tell it like it is with breathless passion. (Aug.)

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"A can't-miss new series."

New York Post

"...this sassy, sexy streetwise story could kick some butt over on Wisteria Lane."

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781416537540
  • Publisher: Touchstone
  • Publication date: 8/5/2008
  • Series: Bentley Manor Series
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 496,587
  • Product dimensions: 5.20 (w) x 10.76 (h) x 0.77 (d)

Meet the Author

Meesha Mink is the bestselling and award-winning author of more than thirty books written under three names, including the Real Wifeys series and co-authoring the explosive Hoodwives trilogy. She was born and raised in Newark, New Jersey, and lives in South Carolina. For more information, please visit

De'nesha Diamond is the award-winning, national bestselling author of more than twenty previous novels. She lives in Georgia.

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Miz Cleo

Bentley Manor. My hell. My prison. My home.

It's been a few months since that terrible trouble with Devani, Aisha, Lexi, Molly and, 'course, Junior. Some people still buzz about the whole mess. Me, I just shake my head and keep on keepin' on. The thing is: Trouble and Bentley Manor always go hand in hand.

This place started off as a regular Atlanta apartment complex, but in the late '70s it was the ghetto, in the late '80s the projects. Now it's the hood.

My best friend, Osceola Washington, and I laugh about that sort of stuff. We joke about how we were Bentley Manor's first Desperate Hoodwives. Together, we try to keep an eye out on things 'round here — but it don't do no good.

Folks gonna do what they wanna do.

For nearly forty years I've whittled the time away workin', strugglin', and watchin' my dreams pass me by; but with the Lord's help, I manage to hold my head high. Life is short, as they say.

Well, it is and it isn't.

Seventy-one years I've been blessed to be on this earth. I've buried parents, siblings, children, and even a husband. The young folk think hustlin' is new.

It ain't.

I've put in my hustlin' time, worked three jobs to support and raise four children. I don't know whether I've done a good job, though. I lost my oldest daughter to drugs, my two boys to the prison system, and I have no idea where the other one is.

Over the years, I've seen just about everything under the sun, which makes me wonder why I didn't see this coming. No point in being angry about it.

What's done is done.

As I lie here on this floor, watchin' the blood pour out of me, I feel a certain peace about all that's gone on before. One thang for sure: When you're dyin', your life does flash before your eyes. Now, I can't help but wonder if I coulda prevented what just happened.

Maybe I could've and maybe I couldn't....

Copyright © 2008 by Niobia Bryant and Adrianne Byrd



I can't believe I'm moving back to Bentley Manor, but where the hell else am I going to go? All my life, I ain't had a pot to piss in or a window to throw the shit out of.

Jesus, listen to me. I got to do something about my goddamn language before I show up at my grandmother's door and she slaps the taste out my mouth.

I shift in my seat because I can't feel my ass anymore. I don't know what the fuck I was thinking, jumping on a Greyhound bus in September for seventeen hours — and with a six-month-old baby at that. I should've just fucked Dwayne so he would have fixed Kameron's Buick. Then I could've just driven me and Tanana down from Washington myself in one third the time.

Now I've just about had it with shitty looks and shitty diapers. All these motherfuckers on this bus can kiss my ass as far as I'm concerned. I paid my money just like everybody else.

Tanana squirms in my arms and I swear to God, I hold my breath, praying she doesn't wake up wailing again. I just need some peace and quiet a little while longer. My nerves are shot and I need a hit so bad I can taste it.

After a sec, she settles down and I sigh in relief. I don't have any more bottles to feed her, and she's wearing the last Pamper. Now, I'm just hoping my grandmother doesn't turn us away when we get there. Hell, I hope she's still alive.

Fuck. Why didn't I think to check before I got on this bus?

Shit. I bang my head back against the headrest and I feel tears gathering. Why don't I ever think things through? There's a sudden rumble in my stomach, followed by a long growl. Damn, when was the last time I ate anything? Two days ago?

Tears brim my eyes and I clench my teeth so hard I won't be surprised if the bastards shatter. If this plan falls through, it'll be just another fuckup in a long line of fuckups.

The major one was hookin' up with Kameron Ray, my sorry excuse for a husband. Yeah, the nigga knows how to lay down the pipe, but he knows how to beat the shit out of me, too. Don't get me wrong, I get my licks in from time to time, but there's only so much a five-foot-four, ninety-eight-pound woman can do.

Kameron wasn't always that way. When I met him, bobbing his head at a club, I thought he was the finest piece of dark chocolate I'd ever seen. He peeped me out, too; but I was the one who bought his fine ass a drink, put on the moves by rubbing up against him, and then pretended I didn't know the power of my thick booty. Thinkin' back, I still get satin on the panties.

I'd been new to the D.C. area and I remember being surprised to see as many niggas crawlin' around that place as the A-T-L. That should have been my first clue that I had run from one hellhole to another. But, no. My ass is hardheaded. Always have been.

After grindin' up on Kameron at the club, I was satisfied I wasn't dealin' with no needle dick, and agreed to roll back to his place for some weed and more drinks. One puff told me he didn't fuck with no ordinary street shit. I'm talkin' 'bout some potent Jamaican ganja that got you so high, you thought your ass worked for NASA. For real.

I had to turn that nigga out after hookin' a sistah up like that, but Kameron turned out to be a real freak and he was the one who turned me out. The very next day, I moved my shit into his place. A week later, Kameron pulled out some X; week after that, an eight ball.

Don't get me wrong, I hesitated at first. I've always stayed away from the heavy shit. Growin' up with my grandma in Bentley Manor, there was enough crackheads crawlin' around that place to turn me off the shit. But Kameron started punkin' me, tellin' me he couldn't be with a bitch who didn't get down. Another clue to walk my ass out the front door. Shit, I ain't never had a nigga who could fuck me the way Kameron did, and he had enough bitches crawlin' around ready to take my spot, so what choice did I have? Hell, he coulda asked me to rob a bank and I woulda done it.

In reality, Kameron played me from the jump. Within a month, my ass was hooked on fuckin' and gettin' high. Food didn't mean shit; I rarely left his crib and I would go days without washin' my ass. Kameron's freaky ways got downright degradin' and humiliatin': whippin' and pissin' and whatnot.

I took that shit. Why? 'Cause I loved his ass; loved him like I've never loved anything in my life. That nigga took care of me. I coulda had anything I wanted, anytime I wanted it; but the only thing I wanted was Kameron.

Then came the final setup. Kameron's best friends and twins: Darrien and Dwayne came over to chill....

"I'm tellin' you, dawgs. My baby can suck a dick like nobody's business," Kameron boasted, leaning his six-two body back on his Italian leather chair and puffin' on a fat blunt.

My face heated up, flattered and embarrassed he's tellin' niggas I don't even know about our business.

"No shit?" Dwayne asked, casting his high-glazed eyes over at me. "I betcha she ain't better than that one bitch I dated last year. What was her name — Stacy, Tracy — some shit like that? Now, that bitch could suck the black off a nigga's dick."

"Better," Kameron praised.

"I don't believe you," Darrien jumped in, eyeing me up and down like I was a car he was considering buying.

"Whatcha niggas wanna bet?" Kameron went on.

"Shit." Dwayne quickly dug into his pockets. "I got 'bout fifty."

I reached for Kameron's hand, my eyes asking, "What the fuck you think you doin'?"

Darrien followed his brother's lead. "I got 'bout the same."

Kameron turned innocent eyes toward me and flashed me his deep-pitted dimples. "What, baby? This is easy money."

"Can I talk to you alone for a minute?"

Irritation flashed in his eyes, but after a sec, he stood up and told the twins, "Y'all keep that money on the table, we'll be right back."

"We ain't goin' nowhere," Dwayne promised.

I quickly led the way back to our bedroom and when he closed the door, I let him have it. "What the hell is all that about?"


"C'mon, don't play dumb. Why the hell are you telling them niggas about our business?"

Kameron's face hardened. "First of all: watch your tone. You talkin' to a grown-ass man and no bitch disrespects me — especially in my own crib."

He glared so hard at me that an apology was out of my mouth before I could think better of it.

"Just don't let the shit happen again." In a flash he's all smiles and dimples. "Besides, what's the big deal? You give my boys a couple of blow jobs and we make some easy money."

"Because I ain't no chickenhead. I'm supposed to be your girl."

Kameron pulled my stiff body into his arms. " 'Course you're my girl." He pinched my ass cheeks. "You know how I feel about you. I love you."

It was the first time he actually said the words and I, like a fool, instantly melted in his embrace.

"Don't I treat you good?" he asked, kissing my forehead and then the tip of my nose. "Hmm?"

I nodded and then accepted his lips for a soul-stirring kiss. When I came up for air, I was literally dizzy.

"If you love me, then do this shit. Make this money."

I blinked out of my stupor, still confused, but then he said the magic words.

"It'll turn me on, watchin' you do your thang. Make them niggas jealous of what I got."

This wasn't about money. This was about fulfillin' a fantasy. I smiled back. "You sure this ain't gonna change the way you feel about me?"

Laughing, he said, "Nah, baby. If anything, it's gonna make me love you more."

That sealed the deal. When we walked back out into the living room, Kameron clapped and rubbed his hands together. "You niggas got my money ready?"

I'm more than surprised that while we were in the back talking, these niggas had stripped out of their clothes and were stroking their cocks in anticipation.

"Yeah, dawg. Let's get this shit on and poppin'," Darrien said, takin' my hand and pullin' me to the couch.

I glanced nervously at Kameron, but he was too busy countin' to make sure all the money was there.

Both brothers pulled me down to my knees and before I knew it, I had identical cocks staring me in the eyes.

"Go ahead, baby," Kameron encouraged. "I'm watching you."

Okay, this is a one-time fantasy, I told myself, wrapping my thick lips around the closest dick in front of me. I nearly gagged on the sour smell and bitter taste. I even tried to complain; but the horny twins clamped the back of my head down, and I barely had room to breathe, let alone speak.

Behind me, Kameron started coaching like this was an Olympic sport. I started sucking and slurping like my life depended on it, ping-ponging from one cock to another.

Turned out, a blow job wasn't all the brothers wanted. Next thing I knew, my clothes were being peeled off and dicks were being shoved in every available hole I had — Kameron's dick included.

It was my first train and none of those niggas paid any attention to my tears....

Sighing, new tears streak down my face, and I rush to wipe them away before this fat fucker next to me says shit. He's already spillin' all into my seat, leavin' me and Tanana with less room.

Out the window, the bus roars past a sign welcomin' us to Georgia. I relax a little bit, feelin' freedom within my grasp, though I have no idea what I'll do if Kameron gets out of jail and decides to track me down.

If. I laugh at my stupid ass for using the word. It was more like when.

I lost count of how many times he told me he would kill me if I ever left, never mind he has plenty of girls hustlin' the streets and jockeyin' to take my place.

I just want the fuck out. Ain't it bad enough that I don't even know who the father of my baby is?

After I backhand a few more tears, Tanana wakes wailin' for a new bottle, but I don't have one to give her.

After twenty minutes of this a few riders shout, "Shut that damn kid up!"

"Fuck you, motherfuckers!" I ain't in the mood.

An hour later, the bus finally pulls in to the Atlanta bus station, and I struggle to get off with an army of bags and a screaming baby. Lord, what I wouldn't do for a hit about now.

I nearly break my back gettin' to the nearest MARTA bus station; all the while I'm pretendin' not to notice the funk coming from Tanana's diaper. A train ride and few bus transfers later on MARTA and I'm deposited outside the iron gates of Bentley Manor.

Motherfuckin' place ain't changed a bit.

The realization causes a wave of depression to crash through me. I walk through the gates and weave through a platoon of shaking crackheads like I'm a death row prisoner heading toward execution. When I finally stop in front of my grandma's door, my heart starts hammerin' and all I can do is stare at the door.

Before I muster the courage to knock, the knob rattles and the door swings open. After three long suffering years, I come face-to-face with my grandma Cleo. At her stunned expression I give a halfhearted cheer of, "Surprise!"

She looks faint.

Copyright © 2008 by Niobia Bryant and Adrianne Byrd

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 10, 2013

    Its okay

    I read it in one day it was not as good as I anticipated.. the first book I read by her ( Real wifeys on a grind) had me wanting to read more by her but she dropped the ball with this one

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 17, 2012

    A good read

    Drama drugs sex crime killing all in one. Such a good book. Both of these writers are great at what they do. This book kept me wanting more and more. I couldnt put it down at all. Its a must read. Enjoy..

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 26, 2011

    Loved It!

    Very good read. A gripping tale of life in the hood. Shows that good can come out of a life of heartache and pain.

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  • Posted June 24, 2011


    I really liked this book. Get a copy today

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  • Posted September 23, 2010

    READ IT!!!!!


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  • Posted December 17, 2009


    This book was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo good. i read it in 2 days. it kept you on your feet for more. It was so good i gave it to my best friend and she even loved it.. can't wait to read the first book :)

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  • Posted December 2, 2009

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    Even better the second time around! Highly recommended!

    WOW! Hell of a story line about 4 women. The drama is great! lol The twists & turns are well done. This one is even better than the first time. I really got into it and felt as if I knew the characters. It made me sad, happy and surprised at many times. I love a book that can do that to me! This was a well written book. I highly recommend it! I didn't want it to end. Read this book! You won't be dissapointed.

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  • Posted November 28, 2009

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    I had very high expectations because desperate hoodwives was just mindblowing! This is not a follow-up to desperate hoodwives it is another profile of 4 different women. The drama is not nearly as good as i thought it would be. My only reason for reading it was to finish the triology.

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  • Posted May 1, 2009

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    it was ok

    i this was ok but i would have not wrote a 3rd one

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  • Posted April 6, 2009

    A really good book!

    This is one of the best sequels that I have read in a long time. I so engrossed in this book that I found myself reading at work, when I should have been working! I was upset when this book ended because it was such a good book that I didn't want it to end. This book is good reading for all occasions!!

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  • Posted March 2, 2009

    I could not put this book down

    This book was just as good as the first book.

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  • Posted March 1, 2009

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    It was OK!

    I wrote the same thing about Deperate Hoodwives, and that it was OK! You get the same ol' same ol' outcome with all the characters but one with the two books. It isnt anything special, but if you like drama, this is the book for you.

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  • Posted February 1, 2009

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    Still Desperate

    Tired of the abuse of her husband/pimp/pusher, Takiah finds herself back at a place she thought she'd never see again - Bentley Manor. Returning to her grandmother's home means returning to church and the counseling of Pastor Meyer. Has Takiah left one hell for another? <BR/><BR/>Woo Woo is so hood but she's now living the good life. She has married a doctor who loves her long air brushed nails, braids, outfit-matching eye shadow and all. Now living in the suburbs, Woo Woo can't seem to resist the pull of Bentley Manor, or more specifically, Hassan, the local, sexy drug dealer. Is so hood so good? <BR/><BR/>Princess has a gift and a curse. Her voice is as beautiful as she is. Beauty that has not gone unnoticed by her mother's numerous live-in boyfriends, as they creep into her room. Her music is her only solace. Will it be enough? <BR/><BR/>Flashing red and blue lights are a regular in front of Keisha's apartment. The police come and take away Smokey, her crackhead husband, for putting his hands on her, she doesn't press charges and the cycle begins again. Ready for something different, Keisha accepts the help of her brother-in-law, Shakespeare, as he pays for her to go to school. Is that the only help he is offering? <BR/><BR/>In this sequel, SHAMELESS HOODWIVES, Miz Cleo and Miz Osceola are back on their perch at Bentley Manor as gatekeepers and the ghetto grapevine. The residents and their goings-on keep them busy. It's a worthy effort and entertaining read, though it does not pack the pizzazz of DESPERATE HOODWIVES. <BR/><BR/>Reviewed by: Toni <BR/>3.5 stars

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  • Posted February 1, 2009

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    i greatly enjoyed

    i recommend this book.

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  • Posted November 1, 2008

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    Scandel, Heartbreaking, and JUICY!

    i love this book... i read it first before i read desperate hoodwives and its still all good. I would recommend this book for anyone!

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