Happy Sunday everyone! Today’s featured author during the 31 Days, 31 Authors event is Niqua Nakell! In the short time she has been in the urban game, she has made quite a name for herself. Majority of her books, Rhythm & Hood, have hit the Amazon’s bestsellers list in its genre, quickly making her one of the most popular authors in the urban genre.
Here’s a fun fact: Niqua, along with myself, Kiara Neufville, BriAnn Danae, and many other authors were all a part of the Married To The Hustle anthology that was released earlier this year.
Now, here’s Niqua! 🙂
Author Niqua Nakell is 25 years old and hails from the Holy City of Charleston, SC. She has her Bachelors of Psychology degree and is currently working towards obtaining her Masters of Health Care Administration. Writing has always been a passion of NiquaNakell’s however reading is and will always be her first love. Since signed to Tiece Presents, now Tiece Mickens Presents since January 2015, Niqua Nakell has 10 releases and a feature in TMP’s first anthology. Some of her best work is from ‘Sayinara to his heart; death to her fears’ series, but she is definitely bringing the heat in 2017! Visit her author page on fb @NiquaNakellAuthorPage !
Twitter @SimplyNakell
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1. Besides writing, what else do you like to do?
Besides writing, I love you to read. Reading has always been my therapy, my getaway. I also love having a night out on the town, just enjoying myself with my friends.
2. What inspired you to become an author?
Writing seemed very natural for me. I started writing when I was thirteen, just writing random stories here and there.
3. What was your first reaction when your debut novel was published?
My first reaction was more of nervousness, when my debut novel was published. I was not sure of how it would be perceived, however I was very excited.
4. Where do you see yourself in the next 5 years?
In the next 5 years, I see myself as a successful author and publisher in the literary world. I would love to have started my family by then as well.
5. What advice can you give to anyone who wants to become an author?
For anyone who wants to be an author, do the work. Write and write some more! Never give up on your dream, but make sure that you take your work seriously. Also, all great authors are readers as well. Without reading your peers work, and seeing their growth, how will you?
One Bitch Just Ain’t Enough 1
One Bitch Just Ain’t Enough 2
One Bitch Just Ain’t Enough 3
Sayinara to his heart; death to her fears
Sayinara to his heart; death to her fears 2
When A Boss Nigga Wants You
When A Boss Nigga Wants You 2
When A Boss Nigga Wants You 3
Rhythm and Hood; A Dope boy’s heartbeat
Pay Me For My Pain
From Rhythm and Hood; A Dope boy’s heartbeat
Excerpt:
Chapter 1
Every Friday night it was the same thing. I was in the house bored out of my mind as my mother worked the night shift at the hospital as a nurse. I was never really social in the first place to make friends, but from time to time I hung with my older sister and her girls. At 17 years old, I was the only child that my mother gave birth to and even though my father had other children, I still felt like the only child majority of the time. My neighborhood was surrounded with other teenagers, but I had no friends to occupy my time mainly because I was anti-social by nature and did not really like to be around too many bitches.
Standing at 5ft. 7in. I was a dark complexion which I used to dislike, even though I was always complimented on it. My mother would always say that I was dark chocolate complexion laced with a pretty smile, reminding her of Kelly Rowland but I could not see the resemblance. I have been told that I’m thick in all the right places, but just a few years ago I was skinny as hell. Of course after I lost my virginity, the thickness quickly came and I filled out quick. I was slim thick with my cute ass, but I was still getting my weight up. When I was younger the kids at school would always tease me about my complexion and my weight, and that’s why I stayed to myself, afraid to let anyone get close to me. So here I am, finally comfortable in my own skin but still to myself.
Just as I got up to head to bed, my cell phone went off. My white IPhone rarely got any love, so I quickly unlocked the screen to see who it was. It read “Message from Camden.” Let me give you the insight on this nigga. Camden and I have known each other all of our lives, and his older brothers were cool with one of my older brothers. Cam’s family and my family has lived in Glen Terrace since their pre-school days, which was about 30 years ago to be exact. Now Glen Terrace is occupied by hood-rats, fiends and drama causing people.
Camden and I had always been cool, but after my 16th birthday our friendship started to change. I guess since he is four years older, he was waiting until I “matured” to make his move. One night Cam and I were at his grandmother’s house (he was my only friend) watching TV, and it just happened. We had sex, and it was good. It was my first time and I loved every moment of it. The bad thing about it was Cam had a girlfriend and what we experienced was just sex.
So tonight; a year and a half later, seeing his text made me my eyes instantly roll. The message said: “Baby I miss u, y don’t u come chill w/ me? N don’t ignore me cuz I know u home bored like always!” A smirk spread across my face and I couldn’t help myself.
I texted him back and told him to give me an hour. I ran upstairs to take a shower, lotion up and put on my new panties and bra set that would have his mind racing. I called my mom on her cell leaving her a voicemail to tell her I was going out, that I would be home by 1 am. Since she worked late hours, her one requirement was for me to always inform her where I was just in case something crazy happened. I then called Cam and told him I was ready, and about ten minutes later he pulled up. He had an old Honda that he drove, with the speakers in the back that beat like crazy. We proceeded to his apartment, which he shared with his brothers and I went straight to his room when we arrived. They all knew the deal with us and always turned a blind eye since they were all close with my brother as well.
Sitting down on Camden’s bed, I turned on the TV as an Empire re-run was on. Camden came in and grabbed something from out of his closet then excused himself from the room and I made myself more comfortable. I kicked off my shoes and laid down on his bed. I was daydreaming when Cam plopped down on the bed, which made me yelp in shock. Cam laughed at me as I rolled my eyes. He grabbed me, pulled me close to him and gave me a kiss.
I instantly gave in, savoring the taste of his tongue and getting excited down below. I could feel my pussy moisten and I wanted him inside of me. Cam helped me undress starting with my shirt, then my shorts. He stopped and admired my D-cups sitting pretty in my red lingerie set. In his eyes; I saw amazement, the same look he always gives me. I smiled to myself witnessing the effect I had on him. I took off his shirt while he unbuckled his pants. We kept eye-contact so we wouldn’t lose the moment. I wanted Cam to fuck me badly and I could tell he needed me. Cam unstrapped my bra and started licking then sucking my breast. He rubbed his hand over the crotch of my panties before he snatched them off.
He stuck his finger in my mouth, and then plunged the same finger inside of me. I moaned aloud, it felt so good. It had been about three months since he had touched this pussy, the last time he had time to break me off. I kissed on his neck as he fingered me; my juices soon covered his hand. I couldn’t take it anymore; I needed him inside of me! I grabbed a condom from his night stand and put it on his third leg trying to speed up the process. Telling me to lie on my back, Cam climbed on top of me. He spread my legs and placed himself inside of me. He did this gently because he knew how sensitive my girl is. He stroked himself in and out slowly, and I became wetter with each stroke. I licked my finger and played with my clit as he sexed me. Cam turned me over, so he could pleasure me just the way I really liked. From the back!
“Slap it!” I moaned to Cam. He loved when I talked that dirty shit to him, so he did what I ordered him to do. Cam dug into me like he was digging for gold. I could feel my climax coming, so I increased the pressure and speed of my finger rubbing my clit. I bucked back on him and he told me what I had was the best. He didn’t have to tell me, I already knew. I told him I was coming and he increased his speed. We erupted together and Cam immediately fell asleep. Sex brought me alive even though during the day I was just a boring homebody!
Seeing the time, I quietly got dressed and called me a cab. Yeah, the dick was good but I knew to not miss my curfew even when my mother was not home. Walking out into the living room, Cam’s brothers were still playing the game so I could not avoid them. Carlos, his older brother shook his head with pity as he locked up behind me, and I knew exactly why. Carlos and my older brother Ducky were as thick as thieves when my brother used to live down here, so Cam and I fucking round was already a no-no. Carlos looked at me like a little sister, and I hoped like hell that he never told my brother what I had going on. What we were doing was wrong but he had told me on one-too-many occasions that I deserved better than to be someone’s fuck buddy, especially a nigga who had a girlfriend. I could not argue with that, so I hopped in the cab and headed home to a lonely house to think about how I was continuously allowing my hormones do the talking for me when it came down to Camden.
Weeks after….
It had been weeks since I spoke to Camden and I was avoiding his ass. While doing a lot of thinking, I realized he was just using me. If I was going to let someone pleasure my body and we were not in a relationship, then things needed to be on my terms. I knew firsthand that good pussy was hard to come by, and he was not about to keep getting mine! On my way to the corner store, I saw a bunch of dudes from the neighborhood standing on the corner. I knew that they were all hustlers because I had witnessed many sales take place, so I busied myself with my cell phone as I walked a little faster. Entering the store, which was conveniently on the same corner that they were all standing at I tried to not act nervous but I had spotted Hood out amongst the crowd. Hood aka Rashaad was a hot-head as my mother called him, always known for beating some dude’s ass or hustling but to me I just saw his sexiness. 5 ft. 9, chocolate complexion with deep dimples; he was what every girl dreamed of. He had a nose ring, but trust nothing was sweet about him.
His rude demeanor did not take from his sex appeal, which made me believe that was why I was attracted to him the most. I was a good girl, per say but he was the type of nigga that made your panties wet every time he smiled. I was the good girl type with the straight A’s and who did not get in trouble, but you obviously could see the bad girl aspect with the whole Camden thing. However, nothing compared to how overcome with lust I felt every and any time that I laid eyes on Hood. Hurrying to grab what I came for, I heard the corner store door chime as dudes came in. I immediately noticed Hood’s voice out of the bunch, which caused me to clam up because I always tried to avoid him like the plague. Realizing that if I stayed in the back any longer that Sha the owner of store would become suspicious, I quickly walked towards the counter.
“Sup Rhythm,” one of the other dudes, Slick, spoke to me as I was checking out at the counter.
“Hey,” I said shyly as I handed Sha the money for my stuff.
Turning to walk out of the store, I sent Camden a text because he had been blowing me up. My head was down, so when I bumped into a body I immediately looked up. Hood was standing in front of me with a crooked smile on his face, low-key scaring me.
“My bad,” I apologized trying to side step him as he continued to block my exit.
“Well Rhythm, it is?” he asked and I nodded. “You a rude little thing.”
Shocked was an understatement as I stared at him to see if he was being serious.
“Rude? How am I rude?” I asked offended.
“Well for one, every time I see you, you never speak. Then when Slick over here speak to you, you only tell him hi but what about me?” he asked acting like his feelings were hurt.
“Um… Hi Hood,” I nervously waved as I tried to process why this man even cared.
He was giving me a smirk that I knew oh so well, but instead of finding out what he even wanted, I left the store. I had gotten what I came there for and I had shit to do. Tomorrow there was a teen party going on at Club Antros and I had plans of being in there. My older sister from my dad side had texted me and asked me if I wanted to roll with her, and I dived on the opportunity. Shantel was only a year older than me, so we knew a lot of the same people.
Weeks after…
It had been weeks since I spoke to Camden, and I was wishing not to run into him. While doing a lot of thinking, I realized he was just using me. If I was going to let someone pleasure my body and we were not in a relationship, then things needed to be on my terms. Yes, I still didn’t feel like I was the prettiest girl in the world, but I knew firsthand that good pussy was hard to come by. On my way to the corner store, I saw a bunch of dudes from the neighborhood, standing on the corner. I knew that they were all hustlers because I had witnessed many sales take place, so I busied myself with my cell phone, as I walked a little faster. Entering the store, which was conveniently on the same corner that they were all standing at, I tried not to act nervous, but I had spotted Hood out amongst the crowd. Hood aka Rashaad, was a hot-head as my mother called him. Always known for beating some dude’s ass or hustling, but to me, I just saw his sexiness. Five foot nine, caramel complexion with deep dimples; he was what every girl dreamed of. His rude demeanor did not take from his sex appeal, which made me believe that was why I was attracted to him the most. I was a good girl, per say. You know the one with the straight A’s and who did not get in trouble, but you could obviously see the bad girl aspect with the whole Camden thing. However, nothing compared to how overcome with lust I was every and any time that I laid eyes on Hood. Hurrying to grab what I came for, I heard the corner store door chime, as dudes came in. I immediately noticed Hood’s voice out of the bunch, which caused me to clam up, because I always tried to avoid him like the plague. Realizing that if I stayed in the back any longer that Sha, the owner of store, would become suspicious, I quickly walked towards the counter.
“Sup Rhythm,” one of the other dudes, Slick, spoke to me as I was checking out at the counter.
“Hey,” I said shyly as I handed Sha the money for my stuff.
Turning to walk out of the store, I sent Camden a text because he had been blowing me up. My head was down, so when I bumped into a body, I immediately looked up. Hood was standing in front of me with a crooked smile on his face, low-key scaring me.
“My bad,” I apologized, trying to side step him as he continued to block my exit.
“Well Rhythm, is it?” he asked and I nodded. “You a rude little thing.”
Shocked was an understatement, as I stared at him to see if he was being serious.
“Rude? How am I rude?” I asked offended.
“Well for one, every time I see you, you never speak. Then when Slick over here speaks to you, you only tell him hi, but what about me?” he asked, acting like his feelings were hurt.
“Um… Hi Hood,” I nervously waved as I tried to process why this man even cared.
He was giving me a smirk that I knew oh so well, but instead of finding out what he even wanted, I left the store. I had gotten what I came there for, and I had shit to do. Tomorrow there was a teen party going on at Club Antros, and I had plans of being in there. My older sister from my dad’s side had texted me and asked me if I wanted to roll with her, and I dived at the opportunity. Shantel was only a year older than me, so we knew a lot of the same people.
The next night…
I was so anxious getting dressed for the party. I had this outfit I had been waiting to rock, and it’s tight! It’s a backless top with these colorful shorts. It was the newest Bebe fit, which I rocked with my new flats. “Oh my God! I wonder who will be there,” I said to myself. My mom walked in my room, excited for me as well. “Rhythm, you can stay to the party until it ends. I already talked to Shantel’s mother.”
“Thanks Mama!” I was glad she said that. I put the finishing touches to my eye shadow, and soon, Shantel was honking her horn outside of our house. Yelling to my mother before I left, I headed out of the door.
“What the fuck is up lil sis?” Shantel greeted me as I hopped in her two door Honda Accord. “You know, same ol’ same ol’,” I replied excitedly. It had been a few months since I laid eyes on my big sister, and I was ready for shit to be on and popping with her.
In no time, we made it to the almost packed club, where you instantly knew that if you were anybody, your ass was at Club Antros. Parking across the street, we gave ourselves the once over, making sure that everything was still intact, and that we were still the baddest young bitches anyone has seen. Both chocolate colored, courtesy of our father, our features were strikingly similar; however, I was badder! lol. Nah but for real, not to toot my own horn or anything.
After being in line for too damn long, we finally made our way inside the dimly lit club where the thots, ballers, petty hustlers and want to be down Brandy bitches awaited. Sticking up my nose at the lame ass niggas who kept trying to pull on us and get our attention, I grabbed my sister’s hand and walked towards the pool table, where I noticed her friends were standing.
“Bitches!” her best friend Kimbella ran over to us as she saw us walking in their direction. Her loud ghetto ass was always this way, but her big pretty eyes always got everyone to overlook her ratchet ways.
After fucking off with them for a while, and getting them to sneak me a few drinks since I still was underage, I slipped away from them to freshen up in the restroom. Walking in there made me want to walk my ass right back out. I swear stink pussy bitches needed to carry their asses to the doctor, instead of the club, cause them hoes had the bathroom stanking. Holding my breath to check myself out and make sure not a hair was out of place, I smirked at how bad a young bitch like me looked. Happy with my looks, I walked out of the restroom and bumped straight into Hood.
“Damn lil Rhythm, first you was being rude yesterday, and tonight you trying to knock a nigga down,” Hood chuckled as he looked me up and down.
“My bad dude. I was not paying attention to where I was going,” I blushed, trying to avoid eye contact with him. This was our second run-in in twenty-four hours, and it was something about Hood’s ass that made me nervous and feel like butterflies were in my stomach.
“So where ya man at Rhythm? A chick as bad as you got to be on lock,” he smirked again.
“I could say the same thing for you,” I retorted. “But this chick right here,” I smiled, pointing at myself, “is single as a dollar bill!”
“Well if you saying it like that, you might as well let a nigga like me get in!” he exclaimed.
“Nah nigga, you not ready for me,” I laughed in Hood’s face, then damn near ran off.
I was cool on the outside, but I was doing back flips on the inside. Hood was infamous in the Chuck, as the nigga you did not fuck with. He was the hard head type to slap you, ya mama and your fucking grandmother if they were talking reckless. Yes, he was sexy as hell and a serious go-getter, but I was not afraid to say that my young ass was not on his caliber. Partying the rest of the night with the girls, and getting a few numbers from niggas that just would not stop sweating me, I danced all night, but could feel Hood’s eyes on me the whole time.
On the way to dropping me off, Shantel’s nosey ass tried to pick my brain. “So yea, I see Hood was all up in ya personal when you came out the restroom,” she gave me a knowing look.
“Girl, ain’t nobody worrying about no Hood,” I blushed because I did not know that her nosey ass had peeped game.
“Bitch, I’m your big sister, so know that I know what’s up. I’ll tell you this though, if you fuck with that nigga, make sure you get your change. Money over everything because that’s what a nigga like him live by,” she eyed me.
“I got you Telly,” I nodded as we arrived in front of my house. “Love you!” I yelled as I got out and went into the house. Shower, bed and day dreaming about Hood’s sexy ass was what I did before drifting off to sleep.
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