SEX... LOVE... POWER... PEACE... MONEY... HAPPINESS...
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Jazz, Cristy Love, and Ices are forced back to their locked past in VA... before the HOTLANTA strip clubs, rap videos, and the red carpet. The crowned Queen Diggers had mastered the universal hustle of gold digging to substancial new hieghts... THE MEN, THE MONEY, THE BLING, AND THE DREAM. That is until they began to dig too deep and hit the true meaning to the root of all evil; the dangerous crowned pimp of Atlanta. They had forgotten one rule of the game: MONEY ISN'T EVERYTHING... BUT WITH EVERYTHING THERE'S ALWAYS A PRICE TO PAY.
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SEX... PAIN... POWER... BETRAYAL... MONEY... MURDER... when you're in it so deep, getting out the game ain't so easy.
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PUBLISHERS, AGENTS,BOOK RETAILERS, AUTHORS, POETS, AVID READERS, BOOK CLUBS, COFFEE SHOPS, SALONS, ARTISTS OF ALL KINDS, AND... YOU!
Books:
DIGGIN BY M.YVETTE... COMING 2008!
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All up and down this ATL runway, only the biggest kickers throw dubs to Cristy Luv. Oh yeah, that’s me; but if you must know my government, that would be Cristina Lyles. However, these ballers and kickers have big shoes to fill if they’re going to get me back to the lifestyle I am accustomed. I am the sole heir to the notorious VA kingpin Big Bernie Lyles. Though I’ve been through some horrors since those early silver spoon days. The death of my mother, my father being pinned with twenty years, and living the majority of my life as property of the state... I’m still standing. Since all hell broke lose in my life all I’ve ever prayed for has been peace. Still, all that drama seemed to have just made me stronger. I’m the type of girl that knows what I want, and I’m going to get it... by any means necessary.$$IYSHALA$$
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My girl Cristy... she’s my sister. We may not have the same blood running in our veins, but our souls are joined nonetheless. My name is Ishala-Lady Ices-Queen of VA Diggas. My sister and I share that same soul that drives us to do what we do, to get what’s necessary... our techniques are just a little different. I may not slide down poles, but I will pull out all of the stops to dig into those pockets. Let’s keep it real... ain’t nothing jumping without that moolah. Now, don’t get it twisted, I love each of my kickers. See, what makes me reach my peak is money and power. That type of love is an aphrodisiac to me. Please believe; that’s all I need to make me happy.$$JAZZ$$
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I’ll introduce myself, though I need no introduction. I’m Jazz... Jazlyn AKA Jazzie (in my stripping days). Within the past couple of years, I’ve become the R&B/Hip-Hop Queen. I was relaxing in my Jacuzzi last night, as I sung the painful lyrics to my Grammy nominated song; the first slow single off my CD. I was thinking about all the things I’ve been through... all the men I’ve been through. That night tropical plants surrounded me as the moonlit sky glowed softly through my atrium. Me... a millionaire? I had once been a fifteen year-old with a baby, abandoned by my own mother. So, sure I’ve done some things, no matter what the cost, in order to hold it down.
Some say I’ve made it out of my hellish life. It’s funny though, because all the diamonds that I floss and all the cars in my three car garage, and still nobody in my life really have love for me. I love them though. I guess that’s why all my life I’ve felt like I didn’t really want to be in it.
Last night when the last note belted from my soul then faded into the echo of the atrium. I cried so loud that Mark ran in. Mark is my bodyguard. He lives in my pool house on my estate. I make sure he’s paid very well for all of his special services. However, just between you and I, he’s one of those people on my list that I love. I just wished he loved me. Imagine that! No one would understand how a Queen Digger could lose her digger’s card for a damn gigolo. The story is, I got all these green sheets; but what’s so rich about life if you don’t even got a dollar’s worth of love?
