KANDIS

Authoress Kandis started her unofficial writing journey in high school by entering every essay contest that she could. By adulthood, her passion for writing grew which lead her to want to pen her first novel. Seven years later, she has several titles under her belt. Writing is something that brings her calmness and helps her to escape reality. Her goal is to eventually become someone’s favorite author.

When she isn’t writing, you can find her reading and spending time with her family. Kandis was raised in York, Alabama but now resides in Tuscaloosa, Alabama.

 

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Selling My Soul To A Hustla 2

For Zahara Sutton, the death of her sister Zalani is too much of a burden to bare. Guilt plagues her like a cancer, but not enough for her to change her conniving ways. A newfound revelation will force her to confront her past actions and come face to face with her demons.

Mahogany Gilmore used to be Zahara’s best friend, but secrets and betrayal tear their friendship apart one incident at a time. Mahogany’s boyfriend, Polo, is conflicted because some ties are harder to cut loose than expected.

There are many opponents in the game, but you have to play chess and not checkers. How do you differentiate between the two when you’re selling your soul to a hustler?

 

T H E D E E T S . . .

Genre: Urban Fiction

Series: Book 2 - The Finale

Novel or Novella: Novel

After the sudden death of her mother, Zalani threw herself into work and school. Her only focus was to still make her mother proud. Zalani's sister Zahara, on the other hand, was the complete opposite.

Looking for the next come-up and a man with deep pockets was the only thing on Zahara's radar. The only problem is, the man she had her eyes on didn't want her, he wanted her sister Zalani.

All Kuran 'Milli', knew was how to hustle. He used his money to get any and everything he wanted, including Zalani. Kuran pulled her in with his charm, and would soon turn into the monster that really lies beneath the mask that he puts on daily.

The one Zalani thought would always protect her, sold her soul to a hustla, and put her in a situation where she has to choose between life or death.

Will Zalani be able to get out of the hell she's in. Or will Kuran change his ways for the better and become the man Zalani needs in her life?

 

T H E D E E T S . . .

Genre: Urban Fiction

Series: Book 1

Novel or Novella: Novel

 

E X C E R P T

Chapter One 

Zahara

“My feet hurt so bad and ugh look at my nails,” I whined.

“Are you going to complain like this every time we work?” my sister Zalani asked me.

“Shut up Za! Just because you like working at that damn restaurant don’t mean I do. I think I’m gonna quit.”

“If you quit, what are you going to do for money?”

“We not broke Za!”

She shook her head and started looking out the window as we rode home from work. My younger sister Zalani and I had been working at this restaurant in Charlotte, NC for the last two months. Our mother, Zamaya, had died six months ago in a car accident on her way home for work. Her death haunted us like it happened yesterday. I tried my best not to let it get me down. My mother always told us if she died, she didn’t want us crying over her. We were to live our lives to the fullest.

 She left us the house we grew up in and we had a hundred thousand dollars left over after paying for her funeral. In my mind, we were set, but Za felt the opposite. She told me that money wouldn’t last forever and we needed to get jobs. For the longest I was against it, but after talking to my best friend Mahogany, I decided to go ahead and get one. Had I known we were going to be working at a restaurant, I would have stood my ground and kept telling her no.

Once we made it home, I went straight up the stairs to my bathroom to soak in a hot bath. Before our mother died, Zalani and I had to share a bathroom. About a month after she died, Za moved into our mother’s room to be closer to her spirit, giving us separate bathrooms. I didn’t understand the whole spirit thing, but if it got me my own bathroom, then so be it.

“I’m going to order pizza for dinner. I need to get some studying done.”

“Pizza? What the hell? Are you serious?”

Zalani knew damn well I didn’t eat pizza. To me that was a poor man’s meal.

“My bad, your majesty. What would you like?” Zalani asked me, trying to being a smart ass.

“Order me some sushi from the Hibachi place.”

“I don’t see how you eat that shit. You would think raw fish would make you sick.”

“They got other things besides sushi and you know that. Pick something and order the shit!”

I knew she was cursing my ass out, but I didn’t give a shit. I sent a text to Mahogany letting her know she could come over when she got ready. After running my water as hot as I could stand it, I added a lavender scented bath bomb, stripped out my horrible uniform, and climbed in the water.

My phone dinged letting me know I had a text. I reached over to get it and it was Hogany letting me know she was on her way. We lived fifteen minutes away from each other so it wouldn’t take her long to get here.

Mahogany and I had been friends since middle school when her family moved to Charlotte from Fayetteville. I often told her I wished I lived her life. Not only was her mother a trust fund baby, both of her parents were lawyers. Each one of them drove a Lexus that they upgraded every year. In my eyes their lives were perfect. Mahogany, on the other hand, thought otherwise.

She was always complaining about how the money didn’t matter to her or how she wished her parents had spent more time with her when she was growing up. We were twenty-one years old so it was time for her to get over that. Besides, as long as she was running their pockets, she shouldn’t care.

I would give anything to have the money Hogany had. Hell, I would give anything to have half the money she had. I would quit this bullshit job with the quickness. My come up was coming though and. I didn’t care what I had to do to get it.