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Little White Lies (Zane Presents) [Kindle Edition]

Cole Riley
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Book Description

When a high school basketball star becomes entangled in a rape charge, media schemes, and legal deception, he must confront all the people who turned their backs on him. Will he gain justice or be wrongfully charged of this terrible crime?

Melvin is seventeen, the star of his basketball team, and expected to have a bright future. But it all falls to pieces one night when he joins his brothers’ thug friends at a wild party with two rich white girls. Drugged and drunk for most of the night, Melvin misses a brutal assault on the two girls. When the crime comes to light, he is arrested and charged with masterminding the gang rape. One of the girls’ fathers is a prominent prosecutor, who persuades the girls to lie— all because he hates the possibility that a young black man could succeed in life. He wants to crush him, and Melvin doesn’t stand a chance.

Confused and physically drained, Melvin confesses to the crime. Mentally exhausted, Melvin tries to kill himself and is sent to the hospital. But then, unexpectedly, a reporter interviews him and finds overlooked flaws in the case. After a determined effort the case is finally reviewed.

What happens next isn’t the happy ending Melvin was hoping for. But, with new determination, he learns to move forward.

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About the Author

Cole Riley is the pen name for a well-known journalist and reviewer. His work has appeared in several anthologies and magazines, including a recent stint as a columnist at SexIs Magazine. He has edited two popular anthologies, Making The Hook-Up: Edgy Sex With Soul and Too Much Boogie: Erotic Remixes of the Dirty Blues.

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Little White Lies

FALL 2006

The word around the neighborhood was that I was the good one, the levelheaded, ambitious boy who would make good one day. And never shame the family. I tried to be normal, the quiet nerd, the potential breadwinner. However, that was not to be the case.

My father said I reminded him of Doctor J, Elgin Baylor, Oscar Robertson, and even Michael Jordan when I found the proper stroke, the proper dribble, the proper pass. We used to shoot hoops in the backyard, and later on a tattered basketball court with tufts of grass peeking through the buckled asphalt. School was something I hated. I was never any good with numbers, grammar, or science. But put a basketball in my hands and I was an artist.

A rowdy crowd of supporters turned out to see us topple Cardozo by 12 points, allowing our team to capture a share of the division title. The Cardozo squad was playing without their top sophomore forward, Akim Lawrence, who was nursing a head cold. Still, the red-hot guards almost snatched the victory away in the third quarter with four three-pointers.

“Melvin, this win would mean a lot for our franchise and our school,” Ron Faulk, our coach, said to me. “You’ve shown leadership throughout our entire season and you cannot let us down now. Not now. They’re underestimating you and what you bring to our team. Kick some butt, son.”

I thought back about how we beat Bishop Ford, Jefferson and even Nazareth. These dudes were a snap for us. I started rebounding and blocking shots, going out and putting my hand in the faces of the slick guards. Coach Faulk called our opposition Heckle and Jeckle, after the TV cartoon crows. Were they magpies?

Our six-eleven center, Houston Crown, stood in our huddle, grabbing me by the arm and speaking in his deep baritone voice. “They’re talking a lot of smack out there. They say we’re punks, we’re chumps. Everybody thinks they can beat us. I take this personal and I know you guys do too.”

“Shit, we cannot let them come to our house and talk a lot of shit,” Emory Lewis, our point guard, said. “We can’t let them disrespect us and take the win. We’ve got to turn it up. We got to put them in their place. Smash-mouth ball, guys, smash-mouth ball.”

The only game we lost all season was a blowout with Boys & Girl High in Brooklyn. They kicked our asses. I knew our team was better than that. I was real emotional ’bout that game. The reason I was not in the line-up was back spasms; it hurt to move, much less run up and down the court. Now, the guys were counting on me, looking at me and weighing whether I was up to the task.

Coach Faulk watched as one of the magpies shot the ball at the top of the key and it rimmed out. He called time out and we ran toward the sidelines in our snazzy red and black uniforms. All eyes were on me. The coach diagrammed a play calling for me to shoot a jumper at the corner.

“We got to settle down,” the coach said in a drained whisper. “Don’t rush the shots. Play methodically. Focus. We got to put the ball in the hands of Melvin and he’ll take care of business. Won’t you, Melvin?”

I nodded. I shot the jumper but one of their players got a hard foul on me as I was going up with the ball. The ball went in on the foul shot, but the second one came out and bounced into the hands of the opposition.

The enemy called a time-out. We watched them and their coach, a loudmouth usually playing to the cameras. He gestured wildly and angrily, and slapped one of the boys on the back. They came back out and tried to do the play, which we stopped dead in its tracks. Emory picked off the pass and outran the speedy magpies to do a weak lay-up. Each team had another shot to end the game in regulation, until I put in a contested jumper as time expired.

They lifted me on their shoulders and carried me to the locker room. Spectators were pouring out of the stands, yelling and screaming my name. I felt damn good. As I was getting dressed, Coach Faulk smiled and said the sky was the limit for me. Emory walked past me and said we’re going out to celebrate tonight.

I figured we had one game left to play, a brawl with St. Peter’s Prep, and that would be a warm-up for the City Finals. Tonight, I’d act a total fool. I didn’t want to think about how I got hurt during the game with Westinghouse just a year ago. One of the opposing players tangled my leg in his, maybe intentionally, as we went up for a rebound and I was writhing on the wood floor, unable to get up.

“Are you hurt, son?” my coach asked me. “Can you get up? Do you think you can get off the court unassisted?”

He was giving me a way out, to bravely get back up and trot off the court like a warrior. However, I felt like a punk, a sissy. Something had given way in my leg and my ankle when I fell. I felt it pull and later it burned like hell.

“Can you get up?” Coach Faulk wanted to do the right thing.

“Dammit, I don’t think I can,” I whined.

In no time, the coach waved over the trainers, who knelt beside me and manipulated my leg, then my ankle. All on the left side. I grimaced with pain and tried to hide my face with my shirt so the rest of the team wouldn’t see how much I was suffering with this damn thing.

The coach whispered to the chief trainer in an urgent voice, gripping him on the arm. “Do you think he’ll be able to play tonight?”

“Not in this game,” the trainer replied. The arena was hushed while they waited to see if I would leave the court under my own power. I was lifted up, between two burly players and carried to the bench. Some of the team’s admirers clapped and hooted while those in the know reserved their applause to see how badly I was hurt.

After the game, which we lost by eight points, I was told that I had a bad left mid-ankle sprain but there was nothing seriously wrong with my leg. When the doctor and the chief trainer told me the good news after I was X-rayed at the hospital, I was overjoyed. Coach Faulk said I would probably be out a week or two. They wrapped my ankle tightly, gave me some painkillers, and sent me home.

“You gave a good acting job out there,” my father hissed. He was always pushing me, pushing me. “You could have got up if you wanted to. You acted like a punk.”

“Don’t call me that,” I protested. “The trainer said I hurt my ankle and that was that. The coach didn’t want me to play.”

“It’s because of you that the team lost the game. You know that.”

I shouted at him angrily. “That’s not true!”

He smiled cruelly. “You punked out. You punked out when they needed you most. How does that feel, knowing that you didn’t give your all?”

I turned from him and hobbled on my crutches to my room. My father was still yelling and ranting about how much of a coward I was, so I drowned him out with some jams from Biggie and Tupac. I knew how much he hated rap. Nigger baboon music, he called it.

“Turn that shit down,” he screamed. “Turn that fuckin’ shit down. Don’t let me have to come in there. I’ll knock the damn hell out of you.”

I put on some headphones and listened to the music. There was something about him that reminded me about Drake Rice, whose father had high hopes for him as well. Drake’s daddy was convinced he was going to play in the NBA and be a superstar. Just like Wilt or Bill Russell. My own father had those same damn dreams; one of many men living through their sons to reach goals that they could never attain.

About four years ago, Drake was leaving a party in East New York, a part of poorest Brooklyn, with a group of friends. Some dudes got out of a car and walked toward the high school basketball star. Two of them were waving guns when the cat with the hoodie yelled for the tall nigga not to move.

Everybody scattered and began running. Both of the thugs started firing wildly at the people. A girl later told the cops that you could hear the string of shots, pop-pop-pop-pop, the bullets whistling in the air past them. Drake stumbled and fell to the pavement and couldn’t get up.

When they turned him over, he had two gunshots in the back. One of the parents carried him to his car and sped him to the hospital. Both of the bullets had hit his spinal cord, leaving him crippled from the waist down.

“Damn, they could’ve shot me in the head and my troubles would have been over,” Drake told me when I visited him. “This is totally fucked up.”

I completely agreed with him but I would never tell him to his face. God can be sometimes a trickster. Drake had everything in front of him. The good life. Everything. But now he was going to be trapped in that damn chair for life.

“Sure, we’re pulling for you and living through you because if you can make the journey to the high life, then we will be a success too,” my father said to me while going to the grocery store. “A lot of folks are counting on you. You’ve got a responsibility to not just yourself but to everybody. Remember that?”

Damn it, I thought. If people let me find my own way, everything would be cool. So much pressure, so much tension. I wanted to blow off steam but I didn’t know how. I didn’t do anything out of my character, nothing crazy, nothing to make my family ashamed of me.

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7 of 8 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars Potential Modern Day Classic November 26, 2013
This one is definitely one that needs to get picked up, it is a relevant book for our times, especially in light of the cases involving Brian Banks, who was falsely accused of rape only to have the conviction overturned, and Genarlow Wilson, who was charged with rape for a consensual encounter only to be vigorously prosecuted by a biased and prejudicial prosecuting attorney, and Marcus Dixon, who was similarly charged because of a consensual encounter with a white girl he was dating.

These cases are real, and this story hits VERY close to home...if you have a son, a nephew, a young man you're mentoring, get him this book, I know I plan to with my own son.
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6 of 7 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars Will Justice be served? November 26, 2013
Format:Kindle Edition
Melvin is a young man who has everything going for him as he gets ready to graduate high school but one bad decision has changed his life. His dad really wasn't there for him in the sense mentally although physically present in the home and his mother was his mother. His mother had preached to him about getting into the hood mentality. She wanted the best for her son but maybe the pressure was too much for Melvin.

One evening he goes against his own gut feeling and goes out with his brother's friends. One thing leads to another and they ended up throwing Melvin under the bus. We all have heard this story so many times in regards to our black youth getting caught up in the system and no one giving a damn. Melvin knows he is innocent but everything is stacked against him including a forced confession.

Can Melvin get the public defender and his family to believe he is innocent? Will this young man become a statistic? Will the powerful politician who wants Melvin put away for life have his prayers answered?

You have got to read this excellent and very thought provoking book by Cole Riley. His character development and plot is so realistic and makes you sit back and go through a range of emotions.

*** A complimentary copy was given in exchange of an honest review ***
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4 of 4 people found the following review helpful
4.0 out of 5 stars Stay on the Straight and Narrow December 30, 2013
The events of one night change a teenager’s life forever in Little White Lies by Cole Riley. Melvin has a promising future in sports being the star of his high school basketball team. Melvin works hard at school, fights for his father’s attention and is his mother’s pride and joy. On the other hand, Melvin is a teenager and will do what normal teenagers should and should not do. In steps his destruction, Yvette, a girl who knows how to mess with boys' minds.

When Melvin’s team loses their last big game, Melvin realizes his head was not in the game. Melvin becomes depressed and soon heads down a path that leads him to being accused of a crime. Melvin is thrown in jail and has to fight for his freedom. In one night, Melvin’s basketball career is gone as well as his family’s support.

Little White Lies is a story that many young black males can relate to and some may have been in Melvin’s shoes. It is about choices and making the right decisions because the wrong one could ruin your life. This was a well-developed story with realistic characters and an unsuspected ending. I enjoyed this author’s writing style and I look forward to reading more of his works. I definitely recommend Little White Lies to those who like sports or teenagers wanting to make sports their career.

This book was provided by the publisher for review purposes.

Teresa Beasley
APOOO BookClub
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5 of 6 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars Coming of age, the most difficult way possible December 23, 2013
By Charles Seaton

At first I was tempted to write that “Little White Lies” was a ripped from the headlines story, but upon further examination it is much more than that; Author Cole Riley has given the story a solid behind the headlines look at what happens when a “good boy” gets sucked into bad company and is then left holding the bag for the misdeeds of his friends. It is a very real coming of age piece that has happened countless times, but due to the nature of the news business we seldom read about it. If the press says a Black youth is guilty, well that’s it. They’re arrested, convicted and they’re incarcerated.

Riley tells a convincing tale that is crisply written with identifiable characters and the solid ring of reality. Could it happen to your son? Of course it could and “Little White Lies” does an excellent job of showing how easy it would be. When you consider the tough road African-American teen males have in front of them and how poorly drawn the map is, Riley’s book should be on the book shelf of every young Black male, right next to Claude Brown’s “Manchild in the Promised Land”.
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3 of 3 people found the following review helpful
4.0 out of 5 stars A tribute to Native Son? November 26, 2013
Despite its surprising publication in the "Zane Presents" series, Little White Lies is not a tawdry romance novel. It is a story about young black men: their burdens and aspirations; their varying responses to a highly sexualized culture; the hostility they encounter when confronted by police officers who view them as hoodlums because of their skin color; the unfocused rage that permeates inner city communities. Racial struggles, defined by generational differences, furnish a theme that dominates the story. Class differences and their impact on criminal prosecutions furnish another theme, as does the intersection of race and politics. As is often true in good fiction, those large themes are illuminated in a smaller, personal story. To some extent, Little White Lies reads like a modern version of, or a tribute to, Native Son (an impression that is reinforced when Richard Wright is quoted toward the novel's end), but it's missing Wright's finesse.

Melvin is a high school basketball player in Brooklyn with athletic scholarship potential. His demanding father is a self-defined hustler. His mother is wise and well-meaning but frustrated. Melvin's brother Danny suffers from depression, an anxiety disorder, and drug abuse. Melvin's male friends tend to get shot, sometimes by thugs, sometimes by the police. The females in his class intimidate him with their aggressive sexuality and his girlfriend is a manipulative, self-centered tease. Thinking with the wrong head, Melvin makes a poor decision, then follows it with another, potentially life-destroying decision by putting himself in the wrong place with the wrong people.
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1.0 out of 5 stars slow and horrible
This book was horrible. I can't believe the ending. I can't believe the beginning or the middle. I can't believe Zane is promoting this book. Read more
Published 4 months ago by LATOYA B
5.0 out of 5 stars A powerful character driven read.
I received an autographed copy of this book. It was a most excellent read. I don't want to give it away, but I feel a sequel in the works. Grab this and enjoy.
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5.0 out of 5 stars Five Stars
On time and good book
Published 5 months ago by Rose lowther
4.0 out of 5 stars Current, Urban, Suspense Fiction
The book is classified as "urban" and "African American" literature (by Amazon, the writer or the publisher . . . Read more
Published 8 months ago by Bella Chele
5.0 out of 5 stars A must read!!!
Melvin is a good kid and has his life stretched out in front of him and blows it all in one night, simply because he was with the wrong people, in the wrong place, and at the wrong... Read more
Published 10 months ago by Sonya Lee
5.0 out of 5 stars Captivating!
Little White Lies is a captivating novel about a basketball star who finds himself caught in a web of lies. Read more
Published 10 months ago by N'TYSE
3.0 out of 5 stars A young man's struggle to be free
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Published 11 months ago by Zeenakwon
4.0 out of 5 stars presumption of guilt who (without assets) must prove his innocence...
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Published 12 months ago by Harriet Klausner
4.0 out of 5 stars Lie Doesn't Care Who Tells It
Melvin was a momma's boy with a promising basketball career. Despite the special treatment he received, he tried to do the typical teenage activities. Read more
Published 13 months ago by OOSA Online Book Club
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