T.J. Hope - Author & Poet 

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

Hood Lemonade 3

Hood Lemonade 3

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The anticipated Finale of the Hood Lemonade Trilogy is HERE!

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Jamika is finally healing from her childhood scars, family secrets and an attempt on her life. She’s taken a hiatus from her singing career to focus on her own sanity. She is done with her past and moving on to a fruitful and fulfilling life, surrounded by the people that have proved their love for her is genuine. But, her past is not done with her yet.

A massive manhunt for the woman that attempted to kill her, combined with the discovery of her missing uncle’s remains, brings her back home to South Florida, to face head on the very demons she’d been running from. How could fate be so cruel?

New evidence points to her as a suspect in a murder investigation, threatening her reputation and freedom. Even the people that she believed loved her most start to look at her in suspicion. A slew of unexpected and unlikely events back her into a corner in which she sees no escape. She must now put all of her cards on the table, even if it means playing with the very demons she’s been attempting to elude.



At first, even knowing that I wasn’t the center of his attention didn’t stop me from enjoying every precious moment with him.

My heart re-shattered in turmoil each time Jamika phoned when we were together. He’d force me silent, with a finger held up to his glorious lips.

I’d be taunted as he flirted with her shamelessly. He’d blow her kisses and tell her how much he loved her.

The way his mouth curled into a smile at the sound of her voice. The way his eyes twinkled when she said something clever. I remember when his body had those reactions to me.

This was my love, not hers. The only man I’d ever given myself to sexually.

He’d come into town to wine and dine me and then make love to me all night.

I never wanted to lose him again and would take the stolen moments with him over not having him at all.

Then, his visits had become less frequent and again his phone number had been changed.

Finally, the call came that I’d been dreading.

He called from a private number only to say that he and Jamika had officially set a wedding date. He’d no longer be seeing me.

Even when you know something was coming it didn’t prepare you for the actual loss of someone you loved.

Dennis was the only man I’d ever loved other than my daddy.

This wasn’t going down like this.