In fact, fictitious Winter is realer than Souljah. We both win some, lose some.Īlthough Souljah is non-fiction and Winter Santiaga is fiction, both she and I are real. We both work hard, live hard, fight hard. We both know who we are, what we like, what we dislike, moreover what we prefer. We are both 21st century women who are not weak, not silent, not neutral. We are both truth tellers of different truths. The fingers of the novelist weaves together words into a fine fabric, that whether or not it suits every reader, it is organic, non allergenic, fashionable, comfortable to those readers who do. Her art is an amalgamation of what her eyes did see, ears did hear, brain did study, mind did imagine, and soul did feel. Why would she? Her words are gathered from her soul, heart and mind. True fans won’t let Winter travel alone on this amazing journey.Ī powerful novelist and passionate storyteller never disclaims her art.
That’s what Winter thinks.Ī heartwarming, heart-burning, passionate, sexual, comical, and completely original adventure is about to happen in real time-raw, shocking, soulful, and shameless. Hell is the same as any hood and certainly the Brooklyn hood she grew up in. Will she blow Winter’s head off? Can Winter dodge the bullets? Or will at least one bullet blast Winter into another world? Either way Winter is fearless. Simone, Winter’s young business partner and friend, is locked and loaded and Winter is her target. But Winter is not the only one with revenge on her mind. She’s eager to pay back her enemies, rebuild her father’s empire, reset his crown, and ultimately to snatch Midnight back into her life no matter which bitch had him while she was locked up. Still stunning, still pretty, still bold, still loves her father more than any man in the world, still got her hustle and high fashion flow. The long-anticipated sequel to Sister Souljah’s million copy New York Times bestseller The Coldest Winter Ever.
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