T.J. Hope - Author & Poet 

                         "It's not the cards life deals that makes you, it's the way you play them!"  

Hood Lemonade 2: 

Jamika had turned her lemons into the proverbial lemonade. Her childhood dream of becoming a singer had become reality and she'd married the love of her life. For the first time, things were going her way. Until ghosts from her past begin to show themselves. The dark cloud that she thought had been lifted from her life had somehow returned. Secrets from the past and present combining, catapulting her into a downward spiral.

She loved her husband but had begun to think that maybe she'd married him too quickly. The new attention, fame, wealth and hanging with the hottest celebrities had her nipples standing up in a few men's directions. She'd dealt with betrayal and dishonesty nearly her entire life and never wanted to become that type of person. Yet, sometimes circumstances change intention.

Then, the ultimate secret is uncovered and she realizes hers is not the only life she must fight for. Shockers, sex, betrayal and consequence will pull you into this whirlwind of deceit and survival. With her career, marriage and life on the line she must risk it all for her last shot at redemption.


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Hood Lemonade 2 Excerpt - Chapter 2: Caught Slippin'

I looked at her hopeful, but knew that Marjorie wasn't with that bullshit. She would have to finish college before she'd be moving out to be with any man.

I was about to talk some sense into her when her eyes widened as if she'd seen a ghost. My back was facing where she was looking. I turned around swiftly to see Zahrice standing there, shades now off, with a haunted look on his face. That same look he had when he shot me and killed Quinton.

But, this time was much scarier, because he held his gun firmly to Marjorie's temple.

"What's up, Jamika? You still looking damn good. Did you really think I'd let you get away from me? I've waited so long to see your pretty face. Now, you leavin' with me, makin' you my sex slave." He chuckled. A strange laugh that sounded haunted and deranged.

He continued, "I've been staying close to Amp for years, I knew my opportunity was gon' come. You've been a bad girl, now get yo' ass over here before this sensitive ass trigger go off."

I got up slowly, hoping that Mark returned quickly from straightening up the entertainment area and taking his inventory of liquor that needed to be restocked. I figured Marjorie's piece was in her purse, on the couch next to Rasheeda. Damn.

"Zah, why are you doing this?" I asked. "My family has nothing to do with this."

"You made this their issue, not me. You thought you got the last laugh. I turned on the damn TV and there you were, damn Mink. I couldn't believe that shit. You were my girl before that nigga you married. You were the one. You thought you got away. But, I always get what the fuck I want." He stated believing that I somehow still owed him something.

Then, he reached out and slapped me. A loud whip sounded that Mark heard all the way in the entertainment room.

Mark entered the first den with 'Jigga' pointed. He surveyed the scene. He noticed the gun held up to Marjorie's head, with me in close vicinity. Rasheeda was sitting over on the couch, frozen, scared to death at the scene that was unfolding in front of her.

Mark's eyes met mine. It took me back to the day that he gained his limp. The day when we truly fell in love. The day that we were each willing to give our own life to save the other. I glanced back at him with a familiar look, the same one I had that day many years earlier, as if someone was going to die. We often communicated with one another without speaking. The way I shifted my eyes, confirmed that this was the murderer of my dear friend Quinton that had never been caught. The one that promised to kill me.