slicks_And the reviews keep on pilling in!! Not your average burdensome novel, SLICKS is fun and fast. For those who've bought it: review! post! tag! spread the word! For those who haven't...
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The hype is just getting started and is far from finished! More and more copies are being downloaded, thanks in part to you guys. Keep it going!!!
STEP : download the kindle app from your App Store.
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slicks_"" Another great and much-appreciated review for SLICKS.
STEP : download the kindle app from your App Store
STEP : click the link in my bio, and download SLICKS.
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slicks_The downside of being an artist... You draw others, very few draw you. This is the FIRST time, in all my 21years on this earth, I've ever received a drawing of me from someone. NOW, I know how it feels.
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slicks_STEP : Download the kindle app from your App Store
STEP : Buy the novel from amazon.com TOMORROW, Monday, Feb. 3rd!!!
"Framed for a crime he didn't commit, Rich Etienne assembles a crew of Slicks-- criminals who are the very best at what they do.
Along with Jerel Mack, Kerri Dowridge, Brandon Pitcher, Aisha King, Brandon Mack, and Dante Williams, Rich plans to break into the city's most secure vault while dodging the NYPD (Jonathan Bishop), a spiteful gangster (Tyler Barnett), a vengeful robber (Daniel Randall), and a dangerous spy (Kenyetta Babb)-- all while looking incredibly stylish and moving elusively smooth.
Jazz. Liquor. Shades. Danger.
What else are friends for?1mon
slicks_"RICKY AND JULIE’S.
On the marquee, hanging high, proud and bright for every and all to see is:
JANAY! IN HER ONE NIGHT ONLY PERFORMANCE EXTRAVAGANZA!!
Through the darkly tinted glass front doors, a red carpet lays out for the dining and lounging patrons. The Bouncers, though ex-military or ex-NYPD like any other kind, stand out in their perfectly tailored black suits, clean white shirts, and symmetrically knotted ties. The jazzy colors of red and purple for the seats and wall blend in with the dim lighting of the lounge. No dress code has ever been mentioned for this establishment. Everyone always knew. And for those who didn’t, they were free to walk in, because everyone knew that they’d just as soon walk out in utter embarrassment.
Standing on the raised stage in a ravishing sparkling black dress, is JANAY herself [ @siimplynay007 ] slowly building up her performance of the song I’m Gonna Live Till I Die. Right on time, the band kicks in, sending a constant upbeat pulse through the audience; taking their hearts and never letting go as they enjoy the sounds of an era gone by."1mon
slicks_"Occupying an entire three-seat row, for the sole reason that he refuses to find himself seated next to a mouth-breather, is a man in black suit and tie, also in his mid-30s. See him only once, and you just might forget what he looks like; not only because of his average height, build, and face, but because of his attire. The lushness of the black on his suit and tie, companioned with the crisp brightness of his white collared shirt and perfectly lined pocket square, serve only as a distraction from the one description he can’t change; his face. Not to mention his black and white, two-toned wing-tipped shoes.
Despite the time of day, perfectly placed in the man’s hand is a glass of Jack Daniel’s, neat."
RICH ETIENNE; THE GRIFTER1mon
slicks_"A man older than Rich by only two years, wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, apparently having just gotten out of bed, stands before the rookie cop as he signs a form on a clipboard. The man wears a baby-face, or as much of a baby-face that a man his age can wear. The scruff on his chin and face would’ve been shaved off if it was seven in the morning, but seeing as how it’s five hours earlier, and seeing as how he feels obliged to bail Rich out, the scruff stays exactly where he saw it when he checked in the bathroom mirror. The size of his hands would make one think he does damage, but the obsessively bitten fingernails project the insecure child of the past, who never spoke publicly. When he’s fully awake, the red stinging puffs would turn to dark, hamster-like eyes, and when matched with his smile, would fully explain why a wedding ring hugs his finger.
Knowing that this is a clear case of “out of the frying pan, into the fire”, Rich goes for a hug from his dear old friend, Jerel, only to be rejected as Jerel takes a small step back. Rich puts his arms down, and settles for a handshake, which Jerel utterly ignores while handing the clipboard back to the rookie cop, before walking off for the exit.
“Oh, boy…” Rich sighs...
JEREL MACK; THE WINGMAN1mon
slicks_“Fun-sized” would be the tactful way to describe the height of this woman. She can’t show the true compassion and love inside her, because that would be misconstrued as weakness in this line of work; so that compassion and love is saved for and only shared with her closest friends. She goes through her days with relative ease, because in the days past, she’s done more than enough to prove herself just as tough and durable as any other man on the planet, maybe even more so; the only thing as powerful as her right cross is the hammer of Thor. Waiting lines at clubs and restaurant bills that charge her to the full don’t exist to her. Doors are always opened, and her meals are always free. When she wants something, she gets it.
Except for tonight.
AISHA KING; THE INSIDE MAN1mon
slicks_"Jonathan Bishop is paid upwards of eighty-thousand a year to carry a loaded weapon and run a red light whenever he pleases to.
He’s a tall, dark-skinned man of average build, with the will and the income to play the game of quality and color coordination. With a dark blue suit, the subtle pop of a gray shirt, and brown dress shoes, Bishop gets out of his car and sticks a toothpick in his mouth as he crosses the street, making his way over to Peaches."
JONATHAN BISHOP; THE LAW1mon
slicks_"There’s solidity and definition in the way Kenyetta Babb carries herself. Gravitas. She does what she does, simply because this is what she does. Lions are kings of the jungle because the lionesses are precise enough and vicious enough to hunt their food and protect their bloodline.
Kenyetta hunts. And she protects her own.
The gun sits firmly in the dark hands of her slender arms. Her ever-watching eyes reflexively twitch at the slightest movement of her targets. She counts the seconds in between the rises and falls of their chests. Should they want to make a move, their hearts would beat faster, their breaths would shorten, the seconds between the rises and falls of their chests would shorten as well, and she’d pull the trigger."
KENYETTA BABB; THE FIXER1mon
slicks_"The dark-skinned man in his mid-30s thanks her, calls her a saint, and rushes off, with his book bag over his shoulder. He’s a man of average height, and of what would, at first glance, appear to be average build; which would be incorrect, due to the size of his chest that can’t help but to imprint itself against his plain white T-shirt. It’s a cheap man’s chest; one acquired inexpensively for the low, low price of free.99 with time carved out every morning and night for a daily dose of push-ups. His face of sincerity draws people in, women especially, like the mythical Sirens did men at sea, only to bestow on them a fate which ends with a lack of oxygen."
DANIEL RANDALL; THE WILD CARD1mon
slicks_"Stepping out of one of the stalls marked OUT OF ORDER, is a man in his thirties, dressed in black; T-shirt, jeans, jacket and gloves. The man’s shape is filled-out and could probably use just a little trimming, but he doesn’t care to. Though nowhere near as chiseled as Daniel, or as muscular as Q, the man is incredibly agile, limber, and light on his feet, with energy for days. A true master of deception, this man; able to smile his way out of an interrogation, and talk his way through a conversation held by those more educated than he. Always clean-cut, with horrible posture in his upper back and shoulders, and seemingly immature, no one would ever peg him as one who actually does what he does for a living."
BRANDON PITCHER; THE TROUBLESHOOTER (version 2.0)1mon
slicks_"The last thing they need is another “Brandon” on the team, but the job can’t be pulled without his help.
He’s a tall, slim man, whose shaped chin is the only physical feature he shares with his brother, and whose pair of glasses perfectly matches his astounding intelligence. Such intelligence and knowledge creates a pressure in his brain that can only be released both one of two ways: by dominating a conversation with the thoughts on his mind, and an over indulgence in wine, spirits, ale and the like. His domination of a conversation is easily received because of the smooth, poetic and intimate quality to his voice. This leads the listeners he holds hostage to believe that he never talks so he can express his intelligence, but rather talks because he realizes that no matter how frequently he speaks to his drink, it’ll never speak back."
BRANDON MACK; THE TECHIE1mon
slicks_If Peter Pan were thirty years old, African-American, and great behind the wheel of a car, he would be the driver. A refusal to grow up has permanently painted mischievousness on his face, with a grin like the cat that killed, gutted, fried and sold the canary to make an ungodly profit. His hair is too puffy to be considered short, but too short to be considered an afro, and the palms of his hands are rough from the constant gripping and spinning of a car’s steering wheel. The kind of guy girls take home to irk their father, the driver finally looks up from the guilty pleasure that is his car, and over at Rich.
“When and where?”
DANTE WILLIAMS; THE GETAWAY DRIVER2mon