Fontella Jones and the Black Messiah part I: The Fontella Jones Chronicles VIII

by Justeen Force

Overview

You could call The Fontella Jones Chronicles a detective novel series, a mystery novel series, or a crime novel series. But they're something much more than that. These are crossover stories that walk the edge of a precipice called political, social and racial correctness. They blur the line between reality and fiction and peel back the thin layer of society's civility, exposing the raw, roiling malevolence that lurks beneath.

The Chronicles are a portrait of a black female cop in flux. Caught in the hot, sweaty grip of a dimension between apathy and anarchy, she has taken a stand as a thinking human being in a place where prejudices can kill and a closed mind can destroy. A place where her whiskied searches on long, silent nights...for faith, strength, and truth...drag her through the sewers of the less positive pursuits of man: human slaughter, torture, and misery. Dispensing justice is her only solace. Enter the world of Fontella Jones at your own risk.

Product Details

BN ID:	2940184313757
Publisher:	DL Berner
Publication date:	04/17/2025
Series:	The Fontella Jones Chronicles , #8
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
File size:	527 KB

About the Author

The Fontella Jones Chronicles are in ebook form. There’s 14 of ‘em so far; some done; some near done; some I pulled back in to redo; and some are almost full-term in my brain and fixin’ to spill out. They'll all be out there soon; hold your water for a bit.
If you need to know what’s holdin’ things up, well sometimes it’s me. If I get bored or stuck, what they call a mental block, I move on to another chronicle. And sometimes, like I said, I don’t like what I’ve put out there and I pull it back in to rework it. And there’s times it’s cause there’s this little, white geriatric (think old Yoda) who’s helpin’ me with these books; correctin’ my spelling, droppin’ in commas and such, puttin’ s**t where it belongs and tryin’ to edit my rants down to size and keep them to a minimum…but he’s not havin’ a lotta luck with that last part.
He ain’t perfect, age is getting’ to be a problem for him (78), and his mind is always losin’ track of s**t and he has to start all over again from the beginning. But his heart’s in the right place and I kinda find it a little amusin’ when he gets lost. So does he. If you can’t laugh at yourself in this world—then you’re just part of its f***in’ problems.
So why keep him around? You could say his encouragin’ me to keep writin’ is the reason for my existence. Plus, he knows a little bit. When he was a young man he wrote a trilogy. He sent his manuscripts out to publishers and all they did was steal his s**t. Cause that’s all they do is steal your s**t and pass it on to a lot of f***s with "original thought" impairment. But at least the old dude got his feet wet, which is more than I can say.
Why am I puttin’ ‘em out there myself? Anybody, regardless of gender, who’s ever written anything, knows that unless you know some a**hole, male or female, in the industry that you can get down on your knees and perform o*** s** on, you ain’t gonna get published. Fact of life.
I know they’re just stories, my blurred line between truth and fiction, but they’re really good stories…and Fontella Jones’ voice could stand bein’ heard with all the s**t goin’ on in today’s world. If you like ‘em, read 'em, in order, cause that’s how Telly evolved. If you don’t like ‘em…well if you read this far, you know how I am and what I'm gonna tell you to do.