Hooker to Housewife [Paperback]

Joy King (Author)

Book Description

Publication Date: April 3, 2007

Tyler Blake is off to Hollywood, the newest starlet of Tinsel Town, with a wonderful man by her side. Unfortunately that man is married, and she once again crosses paths with controlling T-Roc. When Tyler thinks her life can't get any more complicated, she falls in love with Andre Jackson. He has it all--money, fame, movie star looks, and the bad boy reputation that Tyler vowed to avoid. But more than that Andre has Chantal Morgan, long term girlfriend and mother of his child, who is determined to go from hooker to housewife. Has Tyler finally met her match?

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About the Author

JOY KING represents a new genre of young, hip and sexy novelists who take readers behind the velvet rope of the glamorous but often shady entertainment industry. Loosely chronicling her life experiences into fiction, she made her debut with Dirty Little Secrets. 

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Chapter One

 

Queen of New York

 

2007

 

The honey-blond bombshell strutted into the nail salon on Park Avenue like she owned New York City. All eyes turned to catch a glimpse of the cover girl beauty. She had the gorgeous face and impeccable style that made you ask yourself, Where have I seen her before? Is she a model, actress, or singer? Is she famous? No, she wasn't any of the above, but she was famous. Make that infamous.

 

Chantal Morgan did what many considered the impossible. She used her powers of persuasion to land the biggest mogul in the music industry. Andre Jackson was the Bill Gates of hip-hop, and Chantal was the femme fatale of industry chicks.

 

She didn't come by her fame the conventional way, but she worked the tools she had. Those tools were her lips, her ass, and her pussy. The deadly combination put her at the top of her game. For the average girl that would've been enough, but there was nothing average about Chantal Morgan and she assumed everyone else knew it.

 

Chantal couldn't fathom why after almost five years of her precious services she still hadn't walked down the aisle with Andre. What was it going to take, she'd quietly wondered. She had had his daughter, been through more drama with him than the law should allow, and still he refused to make her legitimate. Chantal's fame continued to come from being his baby mother and girlfriend. That was unacceptable for the self-proclaimed Queen Bitch.

 

She refused to remain in the ever-expanding group of celebrity baby mamas, which she considered beneath her. The frustration was building up and Chantal was exhausted from hitting the same brick wall. Maybe it's true what they say: "A man won't wife a ho."

 

Chantal sat at the nail salon getting Swarovski crystals on her gel-coated tips, admiring the ten-carat emerald-cut diamond sitting on her finger. It was a present from Andre for her twenty-fifth birthday. It was the third ring in two years but he still hadn't proposed. Every time she wanted to discuss getting engaged, it seemed he would immediately buy her a new bauble, as if that was supposed to keep her mouth shut. With Chantal being the materialistic slave that she was, it always worked. This ring, like the ones before it, was one more gift she could shamelessly flaunt in front of her equally shallow girlfriends. But when she was alone, with no phony cheerleaders to gas her up with false praises, Chantal had to admit that this situation was wearing on her psyche. She believed it was time for Andre to wife her. Not just say it, but do it.

 

"Pretty ring. You married? Husband must be rich," said the Chinese manicurist, as she meticulously created the design on Chantal's index finger.

 

"Not yet, but I'm working on it."

 

"Oh, he not ready to get married?"

 

"Not yet," Chantal retorted, smacking her lips.

 

"Oh, work harder," the Chinese lady said, shaking her head back and forth, as though Chantal was a disappointment.

 

Chantal said to herself, I should have told the nosey bitch that I was engaged. Now she's looking at me like why am I wearing this big-ass rock and I can't get my man to commit. Come hell or high water, by end of this year I will be Mrs. Andre Jackson.

 

 

 

 

 

After sitting under the dryer for a half hour, Chantal's $300 design was finally dry. She was being extra careful because she wanted her nails to stay in perfect form. Chantal had to be more on point than usual since she was escorting Andre to a red carpet movie premiere and wanted all eyes to be on her. With the dress she was picking up from Roberto Cavalli and with Marisa doing her hair and makeup, the original movie goddess herself, Dorothy Dandridge would have to make a grand entrance in order to shut her down. And since she was resting somewhere in royal diva heaven Chantal knew she had it all sewn up.

 

When Chantal opened the glass door and stepped outside, the cold air instantly sent chills down her spine. It was the middle of March and there is nothing like a New York winter. Even with her floor-length chinchilla coat she couldn't escape the harsh weather. Not being one to wait, especially for people who are supposed to serve her, Chantal became frustrated when the driver wasn't parked in front waiting as he was ordered to do.

 

"You have to be kidding me. Where is the dumb fuck? It's freezing outside and the hired help is nowhere to be seen!" Chantal muttered as she scanned the area for the car. Just then Chantal saw Carlos driving the black Rolls-Royce Phantom around the corner. She ran toward the vehicle in her black Gucci stiletto boots because it was too cold to wait for him to drive around a taxi that was blocking traffic. When she finally got in the car and slammed the door, the heat instantly warmed her and it felt so good she almost forgot to drill Carlos about where the hell he'd been. He gave her some lame excuse about the cops telling him to move out of the way. Whatever, she thought to herself, he was probably cruising around the block trying to pick up some girls and frontin' like this is his whip. Chantal knew the game. She used to be one of those girls chasing the guy in the fly ride because she assumed he had some paper.

 

"Go to the Roberto Cavalli boutique at 711 Madison Avenue," Chantal directed him, thinking to herself that as soon as she got home she was going to tell Andre to fire him.

 

As Carlos pulled up to the store she called the sales lady and told her to bring out her dress. She wasn't about to step out of the balmy car into the freezing cold. Chantal eyed the petite wannabe Eva Mendes-looking trick as she exited the store and ran toward the Phantom. The Cuban salesgirl gave Chantal a fake-ass grin and handed her the bag with the dress inside. As she waved good-bye and turned her back Chantal rolled her eyes and said under her breath, "That bitch doesn't think I know she was fucking Andre. Trying to act like she's so professional all the while she was swallowing my man's dick. Huh, that's why she's working at Roberto Cavalli, and I'm shopping here."

 

Those struggling days were long gone for Chantal now. She was finally living the good life. No more worrying about where her next dollar was coming from. She'd sealed that deal when she locked Andre down with their daughter. Melanie was a beautiful little girl and Chantal knew Andre was proud of her. People could say what they wanted, but Chantal knew if there was one thing she was good at besides sex, that was making some pretty babies. Ever since she was in high school, every guy would tell her they wanted her to be their baby mama. She reasoned that dudes always want the girl with the nice complexion and pretty hair, plus she had the body, too. She was constantly beating cats off with a baseball bat.

 

As Carlos opened her door, Chantal handed him her bags and walked into the lobby at the Trump World Tower. Andre had a penthouse in the building, and the fact she was laying her head there made her the envy of all women. Okay, maybe she wasn't laying her head there every night but the fact was she was the queen of that domain. When Chantal wasn't in Chicago, then she was in New York with Andre. She was still scheming to get him to move her and Melanie in permanently but until that happened she made sure to leave all her shit around for his hoochies to see.

 

On her elevator ride up, Chantal reflected back on one night when she came to town unexpectedly and thought she was about to catch a case. She had wanted to surprise Andre, so she caught a flight and arrived at his place in the early evening. When she opened the door she could hear some Sade playing but didn't think anything of it. Andre loved to listen to Sade when he was trying to relax. Chantal took her pumps off so he couldn't hear her feet on the marble floor. When she walked up the wraparound stairs she was the one who was surprised by intense breathing mixed with moaning. As she tiptoed closer to the bedroom door she heard a woman's voice saying, "Oh baby, you feel so good. Go deeper, deeper baby."

 

Then a male voice, which sounded like Andre, groaned, "This dick feel good to you, baby?"

 

"Yes, baby, I love my dick," the woman moaned.

 

"Your dick! Bitch, you've lost your damn mind!" Chantal roared as she pushed opened the door. They had candles lit with the soft music playing. Andre's ass was in the air about to come down and stroke the chick in her pussy once again. He looked up at Chantal like he was being introduced to the devil himself. There was so much rage across Chantal's face, Andre knew it was about to be on.

 

"What the fuck are you doing here? Your ass supposed to be in Chicago," Andre said.

 

"Yeah, that's what you thought. So what, you decided to dick down the next bitch because I'm not here? I'm gonna fuck this trick up and then I'm coming to get you."

 

The half-black, half-Filipina chick jumped out of the bed, putting her hands over her pint-size tits. Like Chantal gave a fuck about her body, she just wanted the trick out of her man's bed and his house.

 

"Chantal, calm the fuck down, you're acting real crazy right now."

 

"Oh, you haven't seen crazy yet!" Chantal barked while taking off her jacket and diamond hoop earrings, preparing for a brawl. She kept on her rings hoping to leave a signature mark on the girl's face. "You think I'm going to let you play me out with some cunt?"

 

"Ain't n...

Product Details

• Paperback: 256 pages
• Publisher: St. Martin's Griffin; 1st edition (April 3, 2007)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 0312354088
• ISBN-13: 978-0312354084
• Product Dimensions: 8.2 x 5.5 x 0.7 inches
• Shipping Weight: 8 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
• Average Customer Review: 4.3 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (34 customer reviews)
• Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #204,531 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

More About the Author

I'm Joy Deja King author of the Bitch Series, Stackin' Paper/Trife Life to Lavish Series, and Dirty Little Secrets, Hooker to Housewife, Superstar Series and Rich or Famous. I also wrote Ride Wit' Me and a Children's book, Princess Fever. I'm super excited about the upcoming release of Bitch A New Beginning. Please check my blog http://blog.joykingonline.com for great contest giveaways I'll be having. Also look out for my new video series answering questions from readers about writing and publishing. Visit my website @ www.joydejaking.com

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11 of 12 people found the following review helpful:

4.0 out of 5 stars Like Money in the Bank, April 11, 2007

By 

D. Frazier (Cleveland, Ohio) - See all my reviews
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This review is from: Hooker to Housewife (Paperback)

In Joy King's `Hooker to Housewife', you meet Chantal Morgan; a woman

with dreams of making it big using her beauty to obtain a man with

deep pockets, who would provide her with her heart's desires. Her

parents exasperated her hunger for the high-life by giving Chantal

whatever she wanted; even if it meant they could not afford their

basic necessities.

Andre Jackson grew up in the music entertainment business. With an R

& B singer for a father, he was exposed to the glamour and women the

industry attracted. Andre had no real respect for women because of

what he had seen and done with the groupies. The only woman he

respected was his mother and it would be a women like her, he

believed, he would marry. That was until he met Chantal.

Chantal and Andre created a whirlwind of chaos as their relationship

hit highs, lows, and in-betweens. The lengths that Chantal went for

permanency in Andre's life were so extreme that they were saddening.

The tugs on Andre's bootstraps could have led to his victory or demise.

`Hooker to Housewife' is the sequel to Joy King's `Dirty Little

Secrets' but is good as a stand-alone novel. King's characters were

believable and I was emotionally invested in each of them.

Forewarning, the back cover synopsis was not an accurate depiction of

the story as a whole. All in all, the novel had a good flow, was an

easy read, and I recommend it to those who are interested in a front

row seat in the life of groupies and sack chasers.

Reviewed by Darnetta Frazier

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3 of 3 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars You Can't Turn a..., May 1, 2007

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The RAWSISTAZ Reviewers (RAWSISTAZ.com and BlackBookReviews.net) - See all my reviews

This review is from: Hooker to Housewife (Paperback)

HOOKER TO HOUSEWIFE is the deliciously steamy sequel to last year's

Dirty Little Secrets. Tyler Blake is living the life of her dreams.

She is a movie star who commands attention wherever she goes. She is

in love with the man she desires, even though he is married.

Additionally she is in the midst of filming the movie that will

solidify her superstar status. But will she be able to withstand the

storm life is preparing to bring her way?

Chantel Morgan is also living the glamorous life. She leaves her

impoverished life with her parents after her high school graduation

for the bright lights of Hollywood, where she plans to make all of

her dreams come true. Chantel plans to get the biggest baller. Andre

Jackson has everything Chantel wants -- status, money, looks and a

promising career. Chantel gives him his first-born child and all she

needs to cement her status is getting Andre to marry her. Unbeknownst

to her, Andre has no plans to marry her, because he is in love with

Tyler Blake.

HOOKER TO HOUSEWIFE is a knock-your-socks off, drama-filled book that

hooks the reader from the very first chapter. Joy King does an

excellent job of making Chantel a likeable character, even though the

reader will want to hate her due to her evil machinations and nasty

attitude. HOOKER TO HOUSEWIFE is a cautionary tale for young women

who believe the only way to obtain a successful life is to become

dependent on a man. Even though it is sequel, HOOKER TO HOUSEWIFE can

be read before Dirty Little Secrets. Joy King's second novel far

exceeded my expectations due to the excellent characterization and

the easy flow of the novel. I look forward to reading more novels by

Joy King in the future.

Reviewed by Katrina

of The RAWSISTAZ Reviewers

2 of 2 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars DAMN!!!, November 27, 2007

By 

M. Walton "Book Lover" (Detroit, Michigan) - See all my reviews
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This review is from: Hooker to Housewife (Paperback)

This book was so good!!!! What a great sequel. I can't wait to find out what happens - the ending is a cliff hanger and I can't wait for the sequel. Ms King, don't make me wait too long!!!