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About Dirtier Than Ever: A Novel
Product Description Following the phenomenal success of Essence bestsellers Dirty Red and Still Dirty, Vickie M. Stringer takes readers on another bumpy ride in Dirtier Than Ever with Red, Bacon, and Q—the crazy love-hate triangle who makes the series a favorite among urban fiction fans. Q wished that Bacon had killed Red when he had the chance. Red knew that Q’s career as a hustler was over and he was counting on starting a new legit business with the money he had made. He had once believed her when she promised that the money didn’t mean a thing and she would give it all up to be with him. Bacon returns from prison and suddenly Q is left for dead. With Q out of the picture, Bacon now has Red to himself. His sights are set on being the top hustler with Red by his side. He believes Red has fi nally changed when she reveals the truth about her past. But all comes to a head when the snooping detective, Thomas, suspects Red’s involvement in Q’s getting shot and the murder of Zeke, Q’s best friend. With two murders, a tumultuous love affair, and money on her mind, Red must make a decision . . . does she turn over a new leaf or revisit her dirty ways of old? Gritty, steamy, and intense, Stringer delivers another page-turning caper about a hustler in high heels who is Dirtier Than Ever. About the Author Vickie M. Stringer is the author of Essence bestsellers, including Imagine This, Let that Be the Reason, Dirty Red, Still Dirty, and Dirtier Than Ever. She is the publisher of Triple Crown publications, one of the most successful African American book publishers in the U.S. and abroad. She has been featured in such prominent news media as The New York Times, Newsweek, MTV News, Publishers Weekly, Vibe, Millionaire Blueprints, Writer's Newsweek, Black Expressions, and many more. She lives in Columbus, Ohio, with her two children. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Dirtier Than Ever CHAPTER ONE Q drove away from the bank, not knowing what to do. He hated the ground Red walked on and wished that Bacon would have killed her when he had the chance. Red had played him the entire time. She had known that the check she presented to him was no good. It was $1.6 million worth of lies. She knew that he had stopped hustling, and she knew that he was counting on this money to tide them over and to get things going on the business tip. She had promised him that the money didn’t mean a thing, and that she would give it all up to be with him. And he had fallen for it hook, line and sinker. He had listened to her bullshit, but now he realized that her word was as worthless as the voided check he held in his hand. “You scandalous, triflin’ bitch,” Q bit out through his gritted teeth. A single beep rang from his cell phone. Q looked at it; one missed call from Detective Thomas. “What the fuck he want?” Q asked, irritated. Thomas had been calling him for the past couple of days, but Q had never returned his calls. He was tired of Thomas’s badgering and accusations. He was tired of going over the same shit with him on different days. Q was tired of him, period. Q drove to the closest liquor store. He needed something strong enough to wash out the disgusting taste Red left in his mouth. Afterward he hightailed it back to the loft. He wanted to be there when Red came home for the evening so he could kick her ass out of his house and his life, permanently. Once inside the loft, Q plopped down on the couch. He was mentally exhausted. Shaking his head in disgust, he looked around at the décor and thought about Red. He began drinking at the mere thought of her. An hour later, Q was feeling real good and on chill mode. Just as he laid his head back and the heaviness of his eyelids began to take over, he was startled by a loud noise. “Wha . . . whadefuckisdat?” he slurred heavily. His head drooped forward and he saw a now-empty bottle of Martel. “Stoppit,” he slurred again, looking at the bottl
