Daisy Jones

Daisy Jones

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Overview

DAISY MAKES THE WORLD GO ROUND

Gorgeous temptress, Daisy Jones has the power to send men to prison for sexual relations with a minor. She is the epitome of a gold digger and raised to go after rich men by a bitter mother. Mama Jones mad at her fate in life taught Daisy the art of manipulation and how to scheme on her prey. She didn't warn Daisy about letting her heart get in the way of business, forcing her to fall for a southern rapper and the CEO of a multi-million dollar empire. The story begins in Atlanta, Georgia, traveling to New York City, and enters the notorious crew, the OBG s a gumbo of women hustlers, killers, and drug dealers, who have earned a reputation in the streets for being beyond terrorist. And they're connected to Daisy Jones, all of them wanting to get their "Daisy" on.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781939665324
Publisher: Prodigy Gold Books
Publication date: 03/03/2018
Pages: 228
Sales rank: 1,251,691
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.52(d)

About the Author

I thought I was destined to be a rich and famous entertainer. I see now that my destiny is to reach and touch others by my words, says Mack Mama. Her life story is so raw and compelling because she decided to tell the good, bad and the ugly. She still wants to be rich, and I'm already famous in my mind, she goes on. Those that know her will confirm that she is a bundle of fire ready to spread my Mackiness throughout the universe. But she d say she s on a mission to be heard and using my talent as a writer to complete that mission.

The Fiction Work:
"My previous novels explored how people were tied together by crime," Brooks says. "But with A Butler Christmas, I sought to connect people by the mystery of falling in love with new friends and estranged family. I'm excited and eager and anxious--like going on my sophomore dance. To join the Prodigy Gold family is a great honor and thrills me to my wing tips."

The Non-Fiction Work:
"I am very excited to give back to the writing and publishing communities with my short publishing tips. Everyone publishes tomes on the topic and many people get discouraged with respect to employing effective and traditional publishing tactics because of the vast amount of material out there. I've decided to do small essays that people can act on and have a clear understanding of it because I explain in detail with examples." Brooks can be reached for questions about publishing, consultations, and speaking engagements at rbrooks@prodigygoldbooks.com. Visit his small press site at https://prodigygoldbooks.com

The Career Story:
Rahiem Jerome Brooks is the breakout novelist and is a member of the Mystery Writers of America. His debut thriller, LAUGH NOW won 2010 African-Americans on the Move Book Club's (AAMBC) Book of the Year & he earned 2011 AAMBC Author of the Year. LAUGH NOW also the Most Creative Plot at the DMV Expo's Creative Excellent Awards. Rahiem was also nominated at the 2011 & 2012 African-American Literary Awards for Mystery of the Year for Con Test and Murder in Germantown. In 2017, he launched his second publishing press, Prodigy Gold Books.

The Background Story:
Brooks grew up in Philadelphia before trekking to Los Angeles to study film/TV at UCLA. Finding it difficult to break into Hollywood, he adapted his screenplay into his first novel and later pursued an English degree at Harvard University and making writing a full-time job. He lives in Philadelphia with a Manx.

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CHAPTER 1

"Bitch, where my thongs at?" yelled Daisy, startling her best friend, Anjel, out of her sleep. "Wake up, hoe, and help me find my rhinestone Victoria Secret thongs. I just bought them and I hope you didn't put your big ass in them," ranted Daisy as she tore up her panty drawer, searching for her thongs.

"Leave me, 'lone beech, I just got to sleep. I've been twirling my ass all night at Magic's and you bothering me 'bout a funky-ass thong. Beech, pleez," said Anjel in her thick southern accent.

Daisy giggled and continued to look for her sexy thongs. She had a hot date with the richest dude in Atlanta and she had to have on her diamond-studded thongs. They were special because they were shaped like a daisy flower complete with the yellow colored rhinestone in the center of the flower. She had the cutest hip-hugging jeans that matched the thongs. The jeans had a hand-drawn rose with ruby red stones embellishing the design down the front of the right leg. She planned to rock a white push up bra with cute little daisy's decorating the satin finish with the outfit.

Daisy had luscious 36C's and she planned to let her girls show. She wasn't going to cover up her sexy bra with a shirt, not with her washboard flat stomach. Buffie the body had nothing on Daisy Jones, her measurements were 36, 26, 42 and she had a heart-shaped ass that stopped traffic. She was definitely stacking and she knew it and used her sexy frame to her advantage. That night she was going out with Young Chio, the hottest rapper on the market representing the dirty south. Daisy had been scheming on him for months and she finally managed to be featured in his latest video. That was all it took for him to notice her. Daisy owed it all to her best friend Anjel, who was an exotic dancer at Magic City, the most popular strip club in Atlanta. It was well known that Magic's had the finest women in the south dancing there. When rappers needed some bootilicious eye candy, that's where they went.

Daisy didn't work there, but Anjel would holla at her when they wanted girls for videos, so when Anjel called Daisy and told her about Chio's video Daisy was ecstatic. She had been trying to get at Young Chio for a minute. She had just left Star Status Styles her favorite beauty salon and one of the hottest shops around. All the girls from Housewives of Atlanta reality show went there and any given day you could bump into a celebrity. Fresh from a spa treatment she rushed to the mansion in Decatur, Georgia where the video was being shot. Daisy knew the directions by heart because all the entertainers used different mansions in that area for their videos. The beautiful estates were rented and showcased in videos and on MTV Cribs. Daisy stayed abreast of all the hot spots always on the hunt for a potential "vic" (victim) a baller, hot boy or her personal favorite, a rapper. Rappers were so dumb it wasn't funny. They were all the same: self-absorbed, arrogant, and a sucker for a fat ass. Not necessarily a pretty face, but if you had a big booty and juicy tits you could manipulate the best of them. All it took was a little game, which Daisy Jones had plenty of. She played dumb, but whoever fell for that act was a goner. All she had to do was flash her big green eyes, which to her benefit were the real deal. When a guy asked her if she had contacts she would smile seductively and purr "Everything on Daisy Jones is real, baby." That was her slogan guaranteed to wrap any man around her finger, from the play it cool baller that normally acted aloof, to the over-anxious playa whose only agenda was to get into her panties.

They all wanted a piece of Daisy and she knew how to benefit from their lust. What made her unique was the fact that as sexy and provocative as she appeared she was still a virgin. That was what made her so special, she was only sixteen, but she was extremely mature and intelligent enough to know the value of her virginity. She had zero tolerance for a cheap nigga or a broke one. Her mama instilled gold digger values in her from an early age. Mama Jones also made her realize that holding out and not giving away her most prized possession was the key to the goldmine.

Daisy watched her mother make the mistake of getting knocked up six times and vowed she would never allow the possibility of an accident. No man was going to pump his load in her and mess up her goldmine. "No babies for Daisy" was her motto and she stood by it. On the other hand, she knew she had to give something up eventually, especially when the gifts were lavish. The likelihood of a man continuing to spoil her if she didn't put up something was very rare. There were too many other girls around willing to skeez and please. So she practiced and perfected the art of oral sex. She could suck a cock better than the infamous Super Head and Heather Hunter combined. She learned her techniques from hours of watching and studying Porn DVDs. She practiced on pop bottles and bananas and mastered deep-throating on a green, nine-inch long plantain.

She sucked a BMW out of her last conquest a young baller named, Anthony Davis. He signed to the NBA for a record-breaking fifty million, seven-year deal and Daisy met him two weeks after he signed his deal. Within a month she had him wrapped around her little pinky. He was so caught up in her magnificent head game that he bought her a two passenger, custom painted, pink BMW with a matching pink Chanel bag. The car was hot and she had her eye on the purse for a while. It was an exclusive piece and very hard to obtain.

The waiting list was infinite but Anthony made it happen. His manager called Chanel's corporate office and had two of the treasured bags shipped to him for the whopping cost of seven thousand. He gave one to Daisy and sent one to his mom. Daisy loved a powerful man that called the shots. Nothing made her mouth water more. After she made sure that her Beemer was in her name and fully paid for she decided to end the affair. The poor guy was devastated. He really thought she loved him. He soon discovered that Daisy was only sixteen and while he was only twenty-five, he was definitely sleeping with a minor, a fact that she decided to point out to him when he kept pushing her to have sex with him.

That was a major turn off. She figured he should have been satisfied with the blazing oral she gave him. She even gave him a treat the night he surprised her with the car — she swallowed. She only drank when there was "major bank" another motto she lived by. But that wasn't good enough for him. He had to mess up everything up by annoying her for some pussycat.

"Stop nigga, I told you I'm a virgin. Damnnnnn," screamed Daisy, highly irritated.

"But, ma, I love you. What a nigga gotta do to show you I'm real? You can trust me. I won't hurt you. As good as I treat you don't I deserve to be your first?" he pleaded with all the sincerity in the world and his best game face.

"Hell No. You ain't worthy just because you gave me that Beamer. I'm supposed to hop on your dick?" before he could reply she yelled

"Hell no. I ain't no ho. I'm Daisy Jones, the only chick that you ain't never gonna bone." She was so angry she bust a rhyme on his ass.

Anthony was flabbergasted. He wanted to smack the shit out of her for dissing him like that. No chick had ever talked to him with such blatant disrespect.

Even before he signed his deal he was very popular with the ladies. He wasn't an ugly dude. At least he didn't think so. He was 6'9", dark skinned, African black, as his homies like to call him when they playfully traded insults. It didn't bother him because he had a super sized twelve-inch dick that was just as black and the ladies loved it. He knew if he could get Daisy to let him hit it one time she would be sprung and all his.

He felt so hopeless because he had no control over her and she had him open off her phenomenal oral sex. Emotionally and physically she sucked him into submission. He had received head from the best freaks around, but no one made him feel like Daisy Jones. She brought the bitch out of him when she breathed on his manhood. "Damn," he said. "If I didn't love this bitch, I would shit on her." But, he knew, he would never diss her. She had him fucked up.

"Anthony, I have something to tell you." Daisy's tone changed dramatically. She was in serious mode.

Oh no, he thought "Don't tell me this chick is sick and that's why she won't let me hit it."

"What's up ma? You can talk to me about anything," he assured her, silently praying he couldn't catch the monster from her mouth.

"I'm only sixteen," declared Daisy proudly with no shame in her game.

"Huh?" Anthony was dumbfounded. He couldn't believe this bombshell that had been sucking his dick like a professional for the last four weeks was only a kid. "Cut the jokes Daisy" he willed her to admit that she was just playing so his heart could start beating again.

"It's no joke honey, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I'm underage and it's illegal to fuck me," she stated bluntly. "Matter fact sucking you off is a major sodomy no-no, but I won't tell if you won't," she teased evilly. She wanted Anthony to shit his pants thinking about losing his million-dollar endorsement deals and the headlines in the newspaper if the media got a whiff off his relationship with an underage girl. She could see the headline: Anthony Davis Arrested for Statutory Rape of a Minor. Ole boy would be ruined, she thought. Oh well.

"Daisy — Man why didn't you tell me your age in the beginning?" he whined agitated with her for the deception.

"You didn't ask me," she replied cockily.

"I have to stop seeing you ma. I can't let this ruin my career I will be in serious trouble." Anthony thought about the Kobe Bryant incident and knew that the NBA had zero tolerance for any allegations or mentions of foul play, period. "As much as I dig you I have to end this," he told her with genuine regret. He really cared about her but not enough to destroy his career.

"Sure no problem playa, since you "dig" me as you put it, DIG in your stash and give me some money. Cuz if you think your gonna use me up like a washrag then hang me out to dry you got Daisy Jones twisted." She replied coldly. Who did this dude think he was dealing with? He had just finished professing his love for her then as soon as he found out her age his "love" turned to "dig". She hated fake ass men but she had a trick for his ass, she was going to make him pay like he weighed to end their little illegal affair.

"You fucking little whore. You played me didn't you?" he roared, enraged at her as the realization hit him that she played him. She was scheming on him from the very beginning.

"If I was you I would watch my tone and choose your words carefully because I'm far from a whore baby, I'm a virgin who just screwed you. Now, I know you keep a stash in your safe in your bedroom. Twenty thousand oughta do it. I'll put it up for my college fund. We'll call it a donation," said Daisy. "Let's go." She giggled as he stormed to his bedroom to get her money. Daisy chuckled as she recalled the last night with ole Anthony.

She went on a hell of a shopping spree after that sting, so when Anjel called about the shoot Daisy packed her garment bag full of designer pieces and headed out to steal the spotlight from every video vixen there.

* * *

WHEN SHE ARRIVED THE circular driveway was packed with luxury vehicles. There were custom and chromed out 404 rims on every type of car imaginable Hummers, Maybach's and the Bentley GTC convertible that she loved. She hoped to trade her BMW in for one of those babies as soon as she bagged Young Chio. She probably wouldn't even need to trade in her two-seater she would simply get him to buy her the Bentley. She also needed her own house. She still lived at home with her mama and all her little sisters and brothers, which was a drag. She needed to score a major baller so she could do it big and move out of her mama's house.

"Oooh, there he go," she gushed to herself when she spotted Young Chio. That boy was a superstar originally from Stone Mountain, Georgia, but he screamed ATL like he was homegrown. It was so popular to rep Atlanta ever since Jermaine Dupree the superstar producer that calls himself the mayor of Atlanta put the city on the map it was so cool to be from Hotlanta. Young Chio's hit single "Tata Bounce" was blaring and all the girls were bouncing their Tata's to the beat and trying to upstage each other. Daisy personally thought the song was hilarious and watching the girls with their silicone filled breasts battle each other was hysterical. She felt wonderful as she strutted towards the pool in her tight fitted Baby Phat T-shirt displaying her perky 36's. They were grapefruit round and soft to the touch, an obvious indicator of the real thing. It was something about the natural bounce she possessed that drove the men wild. So many of the scantily clad girls' breasts were so hard they looked like they were in physical pain.

Daisy knew all eyes were on her and she loved it, she was the new fish on the set. She had only been to one other video shoot and that was for R&B singing sensation Usher. She had been picked to frolic around in a hot tub with him and another girl, while he serenaded the camera. She had fun but couldn't pull him because his woman was on the scene cockblocking. The chick wouldn't give her a minute to mesmerize him with her eyes. That wasn't going to happen again, vowed Daisy. She was going to bag Chio if it was the last thing she did.

I'm so glad I didn't wear a bra underneath this T-shirt, she thought as she imagined sitting on Young Chio's face so her nipples could get hard. She was so voluptuous that she didn't need to put on any fancy clothes. A simple baby tee and hip hugger jeans were all it took to entice and stand out. She knew all the girls would be half-naked so she wanted to leave something to his imagination. She allowed a slither of skin to peak out just inches away from her spine and her booty crack. She knew her ass was the main attraction. She had removed her panties as soon as she got the call from Anjel.

Daisy had a special switch she perfected. She jiggled each ass cheek sensually as she strutted in her stilettos. She was 5'7" without heels, so the six-inches gave her the length of a supermodel. She resembled Tyra Banks without the high forehead, but they shared the same hazel green eyes and love for long hair, except Daisy didn't wear weaves. She took after her father's genes. He was a white man and although she never met him, her mama told her she looked just like him. She had her mama's deep chocolate complexion with thick long jet black curly hair, and her exotic eyes completed her sultry look. People often thought she was Caribbean, all Daisy knew was she drove men and some women crazy. "Big tits, small waist, fat ass, sweet taste, all that plus a pretty face ooh wee she was dat bitch," she giggled to herself.

"Damn, dawg, who that fine bitch walkin' this way?" Young Chio asked the director of his video. He was grinning so hard his diamond encrusted platinum grillz were blinding Ted Bond, the popular young Caucasian director.

"Never saw her before," replied Ted, checking Daisy out from head to toe "But she is a fine ass hoe, my nigga," he said using ebonics and a fake wanna be down swagger.

"nigga, what makes you think you can call my beech a hoe? Stay in your place, white boy and watch who you call a nigga, too, nigga." Barked Chio disgusted at the director's familiarity and fake b-boy swagger. He hated when white folks didn't stay in their place, especially when they pretended to be down and used slang.

"Cool dude, my bad. Let me find out who she is," Ted replied nervously, trying to calm Chio down and remedy the situation. An upset Chio meant a messed up video and he needed this video to be a hit or he wouldn't be hired for the next three videos for the singles Chio was releasing.

As much as he hated to be around these stupid niggas he stayed humble and thought, he needed to keep the checks rolling in.

Ted signaled for his assistant, "Yes, boss?"

"Bring that girl over here, the pretty chocolate one with the tight T-shirt. Chio wants to meet her." Ted ordered his assistant Jay to fetch the girl for Chio. He was used to picking thru the field of pussies for his celebrity clients. They always wanted to sample the beauties that surrounded them in their videos.

"I gotcha, no problemmo boss." Jay smiled and hurried off to do his bosses bidding. He loved his job, especially the perks of being around sexy woman all day on video sets. It was a dream position.

(Continues…)



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Daisy Jones 4.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 8 reviews.
mzklase More than 1 year ago
Finished reading Daisy Jones by Mack Mama..It was definitely a page turner..Just when I thought I had guessed what was going to happen next I was wrong. The ladies Daisy, Angel, Mafia, Ivy, Gazelle, Kitty and the twins are very interesting characters..The ending is something that I did not expect. I highly recommend..
arlenadean More than 1 year ago
Title: Daisy Jones Author: Mack Mama Publisher: Star Status Publishing Reviewed By: Arlena Dean Rating: Five Review: "Daisy Jones" by Mack Mama My Thoughts.... What a read with such a surprise tragic ending to 'Daisy Jones!' This was definitely one of those stories that will keep your attention turning the pages to see what is coming next for Daisy. I am not sure just who I felt more sorrier for ...Daisy or her mother that taught her to be such a "gold digger who used men for material possessions and wealth." It is so hard to think that a mother would train her daughter to 'suppress her emotions and rely on calculation and trickery...that in the end which ultimately destroyed Daisy. The story is very on point to what has happened to many young ladies today who have been caught up in the 'fantasy of the glamorous hustling life style' that will have you believe all kinds of stuff that in the end well the only thing that is left is down fall as it was for Daisy...drugs. All that is left to say is poor Daisy who was only sixteen was young, very naive and was lead to feel like her assets of what she had going on in order to succeed was the only way however in the end it got her caught up in a mess where there was no way back. All of this only proves is that this is what can happen when there is no proper guidance as it was for Daisy. Now, for the rest of these characters in the read I will say they were for the most part well developed, portrayed and believable giving the story quite a captivating read. I will also say that a lots of the secondary characters did get their karma in one way or another by the end of the read. 'Daisy Jones' was a excellent read that I will say will teach one a lesson only if you are willing to accept it. Would I recommend this novel? YES!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I read all of it and loved the story
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good, fast read...read every word in one day.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I rated this book 4 stars because I feel the book started a little slow...I kept wondering whats going to happen. But wow I must say I did not expect the ending. I didnt see any of it coming! Mack Mama had a valuable lesson in this story. You will pay the consequences for all of your actions! Ready for part 2 the sequel will be called Mistress! ?Moni J
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