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Is the Bitch Dead, or What?: The Ritz Harper Chroniclesby Wendy Williams
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The beige Nissan pulled slowly down 213th Street. It was a quiet, tree-lined neighborhood, where most people had manicured lawns and minded their own business. That's what Jacob Reese loved immediately about the neighborhood and that's why he decided to rent a one-family home on the block. Here he could blend into the background of the clapboard-and aluminum-sided homes, with their playing kids, their azalea bushes and maple leaf trees. Jacob was ready to start a new life. But what happened just a few hours before could possibly upend all of his plans. He pulled into the driveway of his home. With the engine still running, he just sat in his car. Beads of sweat were still forming on his brow, threatening to run streaks down his face. The adrenaline rush was beginning to dissipate, and Jacob was tumbling down--crashing down. It was like coming off a crack high. He sat motionless for a moment, then grabbed the steering wheel with both hands, squeezing it so hard he started to feel pins and needles running up his forearms. He embraced the sensation. As he gripped the steering wheel, Jacob shut his eyes as hard as he could. He wanted to stop the shaking. He wanted to squeeze out the guilt that was rushing through his body like a roaring rapid.
That bitch That bitch That fucking bitch Jacob cried out at the top of his lungs.
One neighbor next door turned off the light to his front room and peeked out the window through the blinds to see what the screaming was about. In typical New York fashion, he decided the screaming was not quite piercing enough to rate a call to 911. He closed the blinds and went to bed.
Jacob put on the black baseball cap that was in the passenger seat and prepared to go inside. He sat for a minute and reflected on what he had just done. He already regretted it. But it was over. He was mad at himself, but he was FURIOUS at Ritz Harper for being such a dumb bitch--such a smarmy, money-grubbing bitch--that people would gladly pay to see her dead.
He hated being so desperate that when the call came and the money was offered he jumped at the chance. Jacob Reese was a lot of things, but he was no killer.
He decided to do the thing he did best. He buried the thoughts he was having. Jacob was cursed with an uncanny ability to be totally delusional. He could fool himself into thinking anything he wanted. As a result, he didn't have many friends and he hadn't achieved anything in life.
Jacob wanted to be a megaproducer in the music industry. He believed he could be the next P. Diddy or Rodney Jerkins. He could see it. He knew it. Of course he could.
He was delusional.
The closest Jacob had ever come to living his dream was when he contributed eight bars to a new artist's first single. The first time he heard the finished product, Jacob convinced himself that he was the next Quincy Jones.
Jacob was always on the scene--hanging in the right places, going to the right parties, trying to hobnob with the right people. He partied like he owned Motown in 1968. He dressed the part. He looked the part. But the fronting was wearing thin on his psyche and his wallet. A woman can tell if a man is broke--it's in her DNA, like the mothering instinct--even if you give her all the X she can handle. Jacob had a steady
In the sequel to Drama Is Her Middle Name, Ritz Harper, left for dead following a drive-by shooting, is forced to look back on her climb to the top as she reassesses the people she has loved, lost, and abused along the way and attempts to come to terms with what is real life and what is the bitchy radio persona she maintains. Original. 50,000 first printing.
DJ Ritz Harper used every trick in the book to become a media darling in Drama Is Her Middle Name, shock-jock Wendy Williams’s exposé of a life she knows better than anyone. Playing a clever trick of her own, Williams left her heroine on the brink of death at the end of the novel. Now the second installment of the chronicles reveals what Williams’s readers are dying to know: Is the Bitch Dead, or What?
The drive-by shooting that brought her down forces Ritz to look back on her climb to the top and the people she loved, lost, used, and abused along the way. There’s the brief dalliance with Tracee, her best friend, and the romance with a man with some secrets of his own; the loss of her beloved Aunt M; and the recent appearance of the father who abandoned her and is now demanding a financial payoff and fifteen minutes of fame. At the heart of it all is Ritz’s need to figure out where the real-life Ritz ends and the radio bitch begins.
For the huge audience hooked on The Wendy Williams Experience and readers itching to find out what happens to the over-the-top star of Drama Is Her Middle Name, Is the Bitch Dead, or What? is packed with all the irresistible shocks and insider dish that make Williams the hottest voice in America today.
About the Author
WENDY WILLIAMS is the host of The Wendy Williams Experience, which airs on New York radio station WBLS and is syndicated in a dozen other markets. She was named “Radio Personality of the Year” by Billboard and hosts the VH1 series Wendy Williams on Fire several times a year. She is the author of Drama Is Her Middle Name, The Wendy Williams Experience, and Wendy’s Got the Heat, which debuted at #9 on the New York Times Best Seller List. KAREN HUNTER is a Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist, radio cohost, and former editorial board member of the Daily News (New York). She is the coauthor of several books, including On the Down Low.
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