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9780743480956: Shame on It All: A Novel
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ISBN 10: 0743480953 ISBN 13: 9780743480956
Verlag: Atria, 2003

Inhaltsangabe

Shame on It All is an unforgettable showcase for Zane's talent for insight, comedy, and wild high jinks.

For anyone who has ever observed the behavior of a close friend or family member and suppressed the urge to scream "Shame on you!" out loud, Shame on It All is the novel for you.

Harmony, Bryce, and Lucinda (a.k.a. Lucky) Whitfield are sisters in every sense of the word. They argue and get on each other's nerves, but when it comes down to the wire, they are extremely protective of one another. Shame on It All follows their adventures, their friendships, their love lives, and their outlooks on life in today's society. Jam-packed with unpredictable, unbelievable, and just downright crazy situations with a few surprising twists thrown in for good measure, Shame on It All is as wild as they come.

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Zane is the New York Times bestselling author of Afterburn, The Heat Seekers, Dear G-Spot, Gettin’ Buck Wild, The Hot Box, Total Eclipse of the Heart, Nervous, Skyscraper, Love is Never Painless, Shame on It All, and The Sisters of APF; the ebook short stories “I’ll be Home for Christmas” and “Everything Fades Away”; and editor for the Flava anthology series, including Z-Rated and Busy Bodies. Her bestselling novel Addicted is a major motion picture and she is the publisher of Strebor Books, an imprint of Atria Books/Simon & Schuster.

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Chapter One:The Whitfield Sisters

Ten Years Later

Harmony was strategically positioned at the bar so she could view the front entrance of the BET Soundstage in Landover, Maryland. As usual, both of her trifling-ass younger sisters were late. That's the very reason she never agreed to meet them for lunch during the week. She knew they would be at least a half hour late, take damn near an hour to eat because they would be too busy running their loud mouths, and spend another fifteen minutes on long-ass good-byes in the parking lot.

However, it was a Saturday so it was all good. Besides, Harmony took pleasure from chillin' at the bar alone. Her frozen daiquiri was the bomb, she'd spent the early-morning hours at the salon getting her hair and nails hooked up, and the brotha working magic behind the bar was so handsome, she wanted to give him a candlelight bubble bath and then lick him dry. She was wearing a new black, designer pantsuit and sporting that bad boy with some gold hoop earrings and black pumps. All things considered, what more could a sistah ask for?

She was pondering that very thought and was halfway mesmerized by Ginuwine's fine ass doing his rendition of Michael Jackson's "She's out of My Life" when someone slapped her upside the back of her head.

Harmony swiveled around on her stool, ready to give some sorry mofo a tongue-lashing and possibly a knee to the groin. Instead, all she encountered was her crazy-ass sister.

"Bryce!" Harmony exclaimed as she gave her a love slap across the cheek. "Gurlllll, I was about to go the hell off!"

"Harmony, give me a break." Bryce rolled her eyes. "You know good and damn well your ass is not about to go off on a complete stranger. Lucky and I, yes. Stranger, no."

"Hmph! You never know. I've been doing those Tae Bo tapes. I might drop-kick a nucca every now and then."

"The hell you say!" Bryce plopped down on the stool beside her, looking exhausted.

Harmony eyed her sister up and down in awe, wondering how in the hell she got into the skintight, white bodysuit she was profiling in. "Damn, Bryce! You wear the tightest-ass clothes I've ever seen. Who are you supposed to be? Lil' Kim or Foxy Brown?"

Bryce flipped her the finger with one hand and waved the sexy-ass bartender over with the other one.

"What can I get for you?" he asked. Bryce was immediately turned on by his deep voice.

She leaned up over the bar and was all too obvious about peeping the dick size. "Well, actually, I'd like two drinks. A sloe screw followed by an orgasm. Unless, of course, you want to break a sistah off with the real thing."

"Damn, Boo!" He flashed a happy grin, realizing that freaks don't always come out at night. "So it's like that, huh?"

"And you know this."

He sucked his teeth like a death-row inmate about to receive his last meal, a pussy burger with no mayo, and walked to the opposite side of the bar to retrieve the bottle of gin.

Harmony gawked at their ghettoized version of Romeo and Juliet. "Bryce, have you no tact?"

"No tact at all," Bryce proudly announced, and leaned up farther over the bar so she could peep the ass.

He glanced at Bryce over his shoulder, licked his lips, and blushed.

Harmony had a streak of jealousy in her, but hell would freeze over before she ever fessed up to it. She secretly admired that Bryce was so outgoing with the male species. Harmony was the shy, conservative type, but then again, she had an aggressive side. She'd proved that on Memorial Day weekend. She bit her bottom lip, reminiscing about the wickedness she'd done and wondered if either of her sisters would even believe her if she spilled the beans over lunch.

"Here are your drinks," the bartender said provocatively, placing two glasses in front of Bryce along with a number scribbled on a cocktail napkin. "And here is my number. Give me a call sometime so we can discuss the real thing."

He winked and walked off.

"You know he's a playa," Harmony remarked. "He didn't even ask your name. What are you gonna do? Call him and say, 'I'm the hoochie who had on the white outfit so tight you could see my pubic hairs?'"

"You're just jealous 'cause he wants me."

"I doubt that, Sis! That man probably has more bitches than the electric company has switches."

"Whatever!"

Bryce and Harmony were busy checking out a matronly-looking woman on the video screen when Lucky pranced in sporting a Negro League baseball jersey and black, wide-legged jeans. Bryce thought it was so cool for the BET Soundstage to put people on the screens who were celebrating their birthdays and anniversaries. Most people only get ten minutes of fame in their entire life and that was one of them.

Before Lucky could even attempt to hug one of them, Harmony was whisking toward the hostess station to see if they could get a table right that second, and Bryce was up and running with a drink in each hand.

"Well, damn, chicas! I guess I'll just show ya'll some sisterly love later!" Lucky clucked her tongue in disgust.

Bryce had a change of heart, turned around, and managed to hug Lucky without spilling the drinks. "Hey, Baby Sis! How's it going?"

Lucky returned the embrace and kissed her lightly on the cheek. "Just chillin', Sis. Med school is kicking my ass though."

"You're a Whitfield and Whitfields never quit."

"Gurl, you ain't never lied."

"Are you two coming sometime today or what?" Harmony brushed past them, following the hostess to their table.

"What's with her?"

"Hell if I know, Lucky," Bryce responded. "You know how Harmony gets when things aren't picture-perfect. She lets emotions ball up inside her like a knot and then explodes."

Lucky nodded in agreement. "True that!"

Once they were comfortably seated in a booth with their own little personal video screen kicking out various music videos, Harmony suddenly became peppy and almost scared both Lucky and Bryce half to death.

"So, what's new with you ladies?" She gleamed at them with her big, sepia eyes, and her natural beauty was never more forthcoming. "How's school, Lucky?"

"Fine." Lucky only spoke one word because she sensed Harmony's demeanor was the calm before the storm. She'd been through the ordeal too many times not to recognize it.

"That's great!" Harmony opened her menu and then glanced over at Bryce. "How are things going at the investment firm?"

"Everything's cool," Bryce answered, waiting, too, for the other shoe to drop.ar

"Marvelous!"

Bryce and Lucky, who were seated on one side of the booth opposite Harmony, gave each other that uh-oh look.

Harmony ignored their interchange. "I think I'll have a crab-cake sandwich with some black beans and rice. I love their rice recipe."

Other than their ordering their food and another round of drinks, there was silence at the table for a few minutes. Lucky spent the quiet time checking out all the brothas walking past their table or lounging at the bar.

The lack of conversation became too much for Bryce. "How are things at the temp agency, Harmony?"

"Marvelous," Harmony reiterated.

Damn, not that marvelous again. Bryce sat there trying to figure out a way to break the ice.

"I may not tell you this often enough, Harmony, but I'm extremely proud of you. Starting your own temp agency and everything."

Harmony crossed her freshly manicured hands on the table in front of her. "Thanks, Bryce. I'm very proud of you, too. Both of you."

Lucky was only halfway paying attention. She was caught up in Jon B's "They Don't Know" video.

Harmony ignored her blatant disregard of the compliment. "So, what's the younger generation been up to lately?"

That comment didn't hardly go unnoticed. Lucky put her...

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Verlag
Atria
Erscheinungsdatum
2003
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0743480953
ISBN 13 
9780743480956
Einband
Taschenbuch
Anzahl der Seiten
336
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