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Natural Born Liar: The Misadventures of Mink LaRue

Natural Born Liar: The Misadventures of Mink LaRue

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by Noire

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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 Dominion's long-lost daughter, Sable. She knows she's hit the jackpot when she and her super ghetto


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 Dominion's 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 Dominion's 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, then 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 Dominion's riches?

"Urban Erotica has never been hotter!" —Nikki Turner

"Noire is Dickens for the age of dojah, donuts and dawgs." —Publishers  Weekly

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The prolific “queen of urban erotica” (Natural Born Liar) continues the saga of Harlem “con-mami” Mink LaRue in an irrepressible melding of Shakespearean-style mistaken-identity and separated-at-birth antics with J.R. Ewing–like backstabbing and blackmailing. This time Mink is working a scam with Philly grifter Dy-Nasty to claim a stake in the oil fortune of Viceroy Dominion. Mink boasts that grifting is her “favorite pastime,” but when she returns home for the funeral of the cold-hearted mom who once tried to kill her, she meets a twin she didn’t know she had, who brings her into dangerous proximity to her archrival. Everyone around Mink has secrets, and enemies anxious to reveal them—including Viceroy, the cutthroat patriarch, who awakens from a coma to discover the devious plans of his cheating wife, Selah; scandal-scarred son Barron; and business rival Rodney. Cons, identity crises, and X-rated sex play out at a dizzying pace, and Noire (Sexy Little Liar) gently skewers the raggedy band of horny strivers. An explosive finale suggests that Viceroy’s revenge will be sweet. (July)

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Copyright © 2012 Noire
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ISBN: 978-0-7582-6608-8

Chapter One

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 barstool 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.


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.

"So that's how y'all treat company around here? A Philly nigga can't get no Big Apple love?"

My bag was already full of dough, but a hustlin' chick like me was always good for one more con. I did the math in my head as I let Dajuan hold me by my waist and lead me back through the crowd. I was in debt with some real dangerous cats for some real crazy cash, and this was gonna be a great opportunity to get my weight up. Between his watch and his ring alone I could probably rack up at least ten grand at the pawnshop around the corner.

I switched my plump apple ass toward the VIP booth while Dajuan walked behind me watching it move. He seemed like an all right cat, but he was on the young side too. He was fine, but he didn't look like no genius. I was planning on getting his horny ass naked and doing a quick little dip and zip. Peaches and Bunni were expecting me to show up at the crib soon, and I figured I could lure Dajuan into the hotel next door and get the whole bizz over and done with in less than an hour.

I slid into the VIP booth just a' crackin' up inside. Somebody's mama shoulda warned him about pickin' up strangers 'cause this was about to be a mismatch. But what the hell ever! Niggas these days were just beggin' to get got, and even with a pocketbook full of cash I could always find time to roll an unsuspecting mark with nothing but pussy on his brain!

Chapter Two

We sat in the VIP booth sipping on tall glasses of Red Devil that Dajuan had ordered for us. The Friday-nite special at Woods was always a fifty percent off club-wide affair. That meant half off for lap dances, hand-jobs, and mixed drinks too. The VIP area was crowded and noisy, and I was steady schemin' on Dajuan's jewelry as we drank and flirted back and forth and talked sexy shit.

I was a girly-girl from head to toe. I sat there looking like a strawberry milkshake with a nipple on the top. My frame was banging. My titties was puffed up and bulging outta the top of my jacket, and my body gave off that fuck-a-licious scent that men picked up on right away.

Dajuan was no exception. I had him wide open and right where I wanted him. He could hardly keep his eyes on my face because they were so busy rolling all over my body and peeling off my clothes.

I threw my femininity down hard on his ass. I crossed my legs and struck a dainty pose on the stool and ran my tongue over my straw as I sipped my syrupy-sweet mixed drink. I didn't give a damn how fine this nigga was, my focus was strictly on getting next to his shine, and while there was a whole lotta hot, horny lust in his eyes, there were nothing but mad dollar signs in mine.

Dajuan was telling me all about the club he owned in Philly and how Club Wood was all good, but if he opened a joint in the city he would do his set up a whole lot different. He went all into where he would place his stage, his bar, and post up his security. He told me how many chicks would be grindin' on his poles at one time, how much he would charge for drinks, and all that kinda bullshit. I could tell he was young and optimistic so I let him blab, but all that mess he was talking sounded like a pipe dream to me.

Blah-blah-blah. His sexy eyes moved like pinballs as he ran his mouth non-stop. Bing! Bing! Bing! They ricocheted off my banana-colored curves as he damn-near drooled over my nipples as they poked through my top. Ten minutes later Dajuan ordered us another round of drinks and his wack-ass convo had moved on from his future titty-bar to some of the hot record executives he was down with.

My ears perked up when I heard that, and I opened my mouth to ask him who he fucked with, but instead a huge yawn came out. I blinked my eyes real fast. Dajuan's lips were steady moving, but now I could barely follow him. That Red Devil shit had me buzzin' and feeling kinda tipsy. I felt like I was losing focus and slidin' off my game.

"So what do you do?" Dajuan asked me. "I mean, you're fine as hell, Tasha Fierce. Sexy as fuck. I'm not tryna be slick with it or nothing, but if I had to guess what you did for a living I'd say you were probably a high-powered model. I mean, look at you. You could be some kind of fashion designer."

I laughed real loud. This nigga just didn't know! Ms. Mink LaRue told lies for a living, and I was damn good at it too.

"Yeah okay, whatever!" I said." I mean, I thought about becoming a model at one time, but I got way too much ass to squeeze into them tiny little clothes so I changed my mind."

"Yeah, you holding it down back there, baby." He was straight-up impressed. "I mean you sittin' on at least ten pounds of ass in each cheek right there. But"—his voice dipped real low and all of a sudden my mouth started watering and this nigga looked sexy as hell—"I can also picture you being a hot star in the adult sex industry. You know, one of those amazing big-booty chicks you see on the cover of joints like King magazine and XXL. I'm just saying ... and no, I ain't no agent or nothing like that, but you just have that type of body, that's all. I mean it as a compliment."

Wasn't no need in checking him. I knew I had a prime package and I wasn't offended in the least. Dajuan was right on point with all that. I had taken my share of ass-shots over the years, and if the money was right and XXL or one of them type of mags came calling I would toot it up for the cameras over and over again.

"But for real though, you prolly should try to get an agent," Dajuan suggested. "You're just so amazingly sexy. A chick like you would be a breakout in the film business. I know Nicki got the rap game on lock, but can you act?"

Could I act? I laughed so damn hard I almost threw myself off the freakin' barstool. My head was spinning and I knew for sure I was slippin' now, but I couldn't help myself. All of a sudden I felt real hot and free. Like I wanted to take my jacket off and let my titties get some air. I was turned the fuck on too, like I had guzzled a whole gallon of slut juice.

I stared real hard at Dajuan, and for the first time ever I was ready to put pleasure before the game. My pussy was tingling. I wanted to duck down under the table and get my uterus dug out, and I wanted long-legged Dajuan Latrell Sullivan to pull out his shovel and do the digging.

He chuckled. "Yo, I'm serious baby. A chick with your kinda star quality should be in the movies."

Fuck a con game. My lips flapped loose and all the nasty thoughts on my mind rolled straight outta my mouth.

"Yo, you real cool, Dajuan, and I'ma ga'head and suck ya dick and give you some pussy too, 'kay? But you got some real white-boy shit going on witcha self boo. I ain't wanna be the one to tell you, but you walk like you got a blunt stuck up your ass!"

"A blunt?" he said. "Up my ass?"

"Uh-huh." I nodded and took another gulp of my drink, and suddenly the whole room seemed like it went on high buzz. It was real confusing. Everybody in the VIP area seemed like they was talking extra loud, but Dajuan's words sounded like silky whispers in my ear. I pushed that damn drink away.

"Super Bass" blasted through the speakers, and right away my juices got to flowing. Fuck a Nicki! I was Mink Minaj and I started singing real loud and grindin' my ass on the chair like I was giving the seat cushion one of my hump-a-lump lap dances.

"Oh, that's my shit right there! That fuckin' super bass feels good!"

"Finish your drink." Dajuan pushed that evil red liquid back at me. "And I promise you, Tasha, you's about to feel real good, baby. At least for tonight."

"Yo," I slurred. I took the little straw outta my glass and sniffed the tip. "What the fuck is in this shit?"

"The devil," Dajuan said with a slick grin.

He put his arm around me and helped me stand up on my wobbly feet. I stumbled outta the VIP lounge and walked through Club Wood hugged up on that dude like he was my boo. We dipped into the hotel next door and he took me straight to the elevator. When we got on I bust out laughing as I tried to count all them pink reflections the panel of dirty mirrors was throwing back at me. I was counting those babies out loud too, but I kept getting stuck and forgetting which number came after two and went before four.

"So you think I walk like a white boy, huh?" Dajuan asked as we rode up the elevator shaft.

My tongue was so damn heavy all I could do was nod.

Dajuan grabbed my hand and pressed it up against his bulging dick. "I bet you ain't never ran across no white boy who was packing meat like this."


Excerpted from NATURAL BORN Liar by NOIRE Copyright © 2012 by Noire. Excerpted by permission of DAFINA BOOKS. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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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
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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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
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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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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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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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