Natural Born Liar

Natural Born Liar

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Natural Born Liar by Noire

What happens when beautiful, twenty-year-old petty thief and ex-stripper Mink LaRue finds out she's a dead ringer for the age-progressed photo of the missing oil heiress Sable Dominion?

Harlem-born Mink LaRue makes a beeline to Dallas, Texas, pretending to be the Dominions' long-lost daughter, Sable. She knows she's hit the jackpot when she and her super ghetto partner in crime, Bowlegged Bunni, are admitted into the Dominions' 20-room mansion, complete with all the trimmings of a luxurious family estate. But it's not long before Mink's newfound siblings grow suspicious of the ghetto princess, who has a rap sheet a mile long. If Mink is to worm her way into their pockets and get her hands on their dough, she must tell enough lies to convince everyone that she really is the precious daughter who was stolen from their fold. But with a DNA test standing between her and a hefty inheritance, how long can Mink's bag of lies keep her rolling in the Dominions' riches?

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Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780758287694
Publisher: Kensington
Publication date: 05/07/2013
Edition description: Reissue
Pages: 384
Sales rank: 212,007
Product dimensions: 4.00(w) x 6.70(h) x 1.00(d)

About the Author

Noire is editor-in-chief of NoireMagazine.com, the Queen of Urban Erotica, the #1 Essence bestselling author of Unzipped, Hittin the Bricks, G-Spot, Candy Licker, Thug-A-Licious, Baby Brother (with 50 Cent), Thong on Fire, Hood, novellas in Lifestyles of the Rich and Shameless and Maneater, and the editor of a collection of urban erotic quickies, From the Streets to the Sheets. She is also the author of the first urban erotic serial novel, G-Spot 2: The Seven Deadly Sins. Visit Noire online at asknoire.com.

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NATURAL BORN Liar


By NOIRE

KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

Copyright © 2012Noire
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-7582-8769-4


Excerpt

CHAPTER 1

The Rip-Off


Pussy sold for pennies on the dollar on Friday nights in Harlem, and if you were looking for a couple of hot whirly-whirlies, then Club Wood was damn sure the place to be. Located on a busy corner off 125th Street, Wood stayed packed out with coochie-sniffin' niggas who were deep on the prowl, and some of the baddest bitches in the city of New York stripped, danced, and hosted private fuck-fests in the club's back rooms.

I had twirled around the strip poles earlier in the day, but I was taking the night off so I could collect some dough from a mark that me and my best friends, Peaches and Bunni, had recently ganked.

We'd schemed up a plan to lure a switch-hittin' old head into a motel room, then we snapped a bunch of shots of him sporting a sexy red bra and taking some real thick pipe up his ass.

Dude was a high-profile principal at a private boys' school and he didn't want no trouble. He didn't want no publicity neither, and in less than five minutes he had agreed to give up twenty g's to stop a picture of his hairy balls from being posted to his teenaged daughter's Facebook page.

The lick had gone down perfectly, and I was chillin' at the bar sipping slut juice and congratulating myself for a job well done when outta nowhere I caught a funny vibe.

Something wasn't right.

I got the feeling I was being watched. I had a bag full of blackmail dough slung over my shoulder, and something in my gut told me to get the fuck up outta Dodge.

I slid down from the bar stool and broke for the door, but Hova's latest banga came on, and every pole freak in the house broke out in a mass stanky stroll. The strippers jumped down from the stage and hit the floor rolling hard, booties twerkin', hips grindin', stroking their pussies and sending a wave of horny niggas rushing down the aisles straight toward me.

WHO GON' STOP ME? WHO GON' STOP ME, HUH?

I crashed into about thirty sweaty niggas as I pushed through the crowd and tried to fight my way outside. I was shaking fools offa me left and right as their horny asses pulled me in all directions and tried to feel me up. A few of my regular customers offered to get me toasted, some wanted me to slide over in the corner so we could smoke some yay, and even more begged me to go in the back room and hit 'em with my patented-move, double-hump lap dance.

Somehow I made it past them, and I was this close to getting my ass outta there when a strong hand clamped down on my shoulder and a deep voice boomed, "Excuse me, ma'am."

I almost shit. I didn't know if I should turn around swinging or make another break for the door, but I knew I was busted. The twenty racks I had just hustled from that principal felt like a ton of bricks weighing down my bag. This was supposed to be an easy little gank, and I couldn't believe that greasy old dick-rider had called the cops on me!

Getting arrested was gonna cause some real big problems for me. I was already on probation for writing bad checks, and a thousand lies flew through my head as I thought about the bus ride to Rikers I was about to take.

"I said, excuse me, ma'am," the deep voice boomed behind me again, "but is your name Nicki Minaj?"

I spun around so fast my pink-and-blond Chinese bangs swished across my forehead. I eyeballed the hand that was still gripping my shoulder. It sported a five-thousand-dollar platinum Versace ring on the pinkie finger, and I'd seen that fourteen-thousand-dollar Rolex Prince Cellini on sale at a jewelry store on Broadway.

"Oh! My bad." Dude busted a grin as he checked me out. I was styling pussy-pink from the top of my Glama-Glo wig all the way down to my toenails, and it was real obvious that he was feeling my flow. "You look just like Mizz Minaj from the back, but you're even finer than she is in the face."

I stunted on him. I was a con-mami, a pole dancer, and under the right circumstances I could be a big-ass thief. A chick like me had ninety-nine hustles but a rap star wasn't one of 'em.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I checked him out right back. Dude was handling his. He had pretty brown skin and real white teeth. His dome was freshly-lined and he stood at least six-five.

My eyes rolled over his gear as I added up his digits. Chocolate-brown Polo shirt, baggy jeans, Cool Grey Jordans. Uh-huh. He was thuggin' it and I was lovin' it. Papa was stackin' some real mean paper and he wasn't shy about flossin' it. I could almost see the fat money knots swelling up in his pockets and the hard piece of wood that was starting to rock up in his drawers too.

"I'm serious." He grinned again and hit me with his dimples. "I didn't mean no disrespect, shawty. You just look so damn fly, so damn ... New York. For real. My bad."

His mistake was understandable because my shit was put together super-tight. I was rocking Fendi from my diamond-trimmed pink shades down to my tight pink miniskirt. My jewelry was pink mother-of-pearls from Tiffany's, and my pink-polished toenails looked nice and suckable in my peep-toe heels.

"No problem." I grinned and played it sexy-classy. "Men take me for Nicki Minaj all the time."

"Hell, yeah, with that kinda body I bet the fuck they do," he growled. His voice was full of mad appreciation as he introduced himself. "My name is Dajuan," he said. "Dajuan Latrell Sullivan. What's yours?"

"They call me Tasha," I lied, sliding my shades off so he could peep my hazel eyes. "Tasha Pierce."

"Look, I don't mean to come at you, Tasha, but I'm just visiting here tonight. Me and my brother own a club in Philly and we're thinking about opening up a joint around here pretty soon too. You look like you know this city. Can I buy you a drink so we can kick it for a while?"

A businessman? A club owner? I was definitely down for that!

"Nah, I don't think so," I fronted. "I don't drink with strange dudes. For all I know you could be the Harlem River Strangler."

He laughed and pulled out a business card. "I'm a balla, not a killer," he said, passing it to me. "That's real talk. Look, I ain't tryna push up on you, I just want some good conversation, that's all. I ain't askin' you for no lap dance or nothing like that. I got a nice little spot over in the VIP joint, and we can have a few drinks together and then I'll have my driver drop you off anywhere you wanna go. You feelin' that?"

"Your driver?" I played him off, but I had never been the type to turn my back on a knockin' opportunity.

He looked through the glass doors and pointed toward the corner where a shiny black limo was parked right at the curb. An old white man was sitting behind the wheel, and when Dajuan waved at him the old man smiled and waved back.

I glanced down at his business card. The lights in the club were pretty dim, but I could tell it was made of thick, cream-colored card stock with heavy gold trim. The initials D.L.S. were scripted and embossed in large red letters, and a bunch of other words were printed on it real small.

That right there did it. I felt a rush coming on. God, I loved this fuckin' hustle! Hoodwinking niggas felt as good as the first hit on a crack pipe, and I had to stop myself from squealing with excitement. This Philly fool was gwapped out. Swimming in cream! Did I wanna sit in his VIP booth and have a drink with him? Did a wino piss on the stairs?

I shook my head again. I was wide open but I still had a role to play.

"Nah, I can't. I got other plans for tonight."

I was praying he'd push up on me just one more time, 'cause I could tell his deep-ass pockets were dying to get tricked out.

&L
(Continues...)

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Natural Born Liar 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 24 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Read book2 could not put it down ... got to the end and was like how can you leave us hangi ng like this??? Great quick and easy read makes you ready to get on the next one'
UnlimitedChick More than 1 year ago
This was a very enjoyable book not your typical Noire style though.I already pre-order pt2. Its one of those books that you must continue on to see the outcome! Mink and Bunni sure know how to run a scam or do they??? We will see soon when Sexy Little Liar drops in Oct this yr. .
JP300 More than 1 year ago
THIS BOOK STARTED OUT SLOW I WAS TRYING TO SEE WHERE IT WAS GOING. I FINISHED AND WILL SAY IT WAS OK NOT NOIRE'S BEST BUT IT'S A TRILOGY SO I'LL GIVE HER TIME TO TIE UP THE LOOSE ENDS. MINK AND BUNNI ARE CON ARTIST AND WE'LL SEE IF THE CAN REALLY BREAK IN TO THE DOMINION FAMILY FORTUNE.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This story is raw and entertaining! The lengths Mink and Bunni will go for a few dollars are crazy! Lol!
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If you like drama, you will enjoy Noire's novels
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Man, all I gotta say is Mink LaRule is off the hook. This is a book worth twice as much. Enjoy readers Devotion143
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Norie has done it again! You will enjoy this book its a must read and dont forget part 2!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Lies,sexs,murder ,crime,drugs, all in one. This book ended too fast.but just in time for me too read part two.. this authors always makes her stories feel so live. Read & enjoy..
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I think Mink's mother is the sister of Selah! I think Mink is really is related to them.. could be a twin!! Wouldn't that be something! The lab person said he was taking the money whether he did the job or not!! Can't wait for pt2!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This chick is crazy. Very cut thorat but has a side to her that draws you in.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Noire never fails me
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a great book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was fairly good. Mink and Bunni are two of a kind and their behaviors alone was enough to keep me interested. I will continue this trilogy bc I just have to see how these two survive with all the dirt they've done. I also have suspicions about who some of the characters mentioned are and their roles in the story. I'm very interested in seeing if I am correct and how the story unfolds.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was a good and fast read. I am eagerly awaiting the sequel!
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Noire u did it again great writing
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved it like I thought I would. Mink and Bunni ran some straight game and came out winning...or did they? Can't wait for part 2... good ass read Noire!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago