Harder

Kai Toussaint is a young, gorgeous, cold-blooded teenaged girl with great ambitions of running the entire New York City drug empire. She has a taste for the fast life and a heart that's too jaded for a young lady. Through chance encounters, Kai links with the city's top players, ones who enables this feisty girl to live a dangerous lifestyle.

Fear isn't apart of her vocabulary, as Kai lives life to the fullest while taking great risks. Hypnotizing men as she uses them, Kai has absolutely no regrets—getting everything she wants by any means necessary. But is everything too much for Kai when she gets caught up in a web of deceit, tainted love, murder and the strict codes of the street?

Take an adventurous journey with Kai from the back streets of South Jamaica, Queens to Mafioso territory in Jersey, to sunny Florida and to the  jungles of Jamaica, West Indies, as you witness her courageous act of invincibility manifest itself into a twisted dilemma, one that Kai never saw coming; as she fights to stay on top in her quest to be HARDER.

An excerpt from HARDER  

Gasp…
Breathe.
            My eyes open slowly as the piercing pain at the back of my head overwhelms me.
            Where am I?
            My head feels light. Have I been slipping in and out of consciousness?
            Strange.
            Somewhere nearby, there's water dripping. Every drop makes the pain in my head worst. Where ever this is, it's hot and I'm wet. I can smell Wrays and Nephew rum, Calli weed and Guinness Stout in the air. No, stout is on me. The over proof rum and weed? …Rippa's infamous signature. Shit. Things are becoming clear.
            Damn you Rippa. Damn you to Hell! I can hear Luciano playing in the background so I know that you're around here somewhere. What I don't know is where I am or why I can't seem to move. I just wish it wasn't so dark in here. Maybe if I call for him.
            "Rippa!"
            My vocal chords move, but my lips don't. Shit! My lips are taped! What the fuck is going on? Ok. Think. Think
baby girl.
            The last thing I can remember…is…getting ready to leave New Jersey for a little getaway before my son was
born. I've been hiding out for the past several months, and Nicky thought it would be good for AJ and I to go on a little
vacation in Puerto Rico.
            Arturo, sweet loving Arturo Jesus. I put that man through Hell and back. I know that. But, I've cleaned up my
act and were going to be one big happy—
            Fuck!
            Where's AJ?
            My mouth is taped and I'm bound to a hard ass mattress. Holy shit—noooooo! Rippa must be holding me hostage, but how? He did promise this. Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!

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