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  • Paperback: 304 pages
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Griffin; 1 edition (Sept. 19 2006)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0312341997
  • ISBN-13: 978-0312341992
  • Product Dimensions: 14 x 1.8 x 21.6 cm
  • Shipping Weight: 249 g
  • Average Customer Review: 4.0 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (1 customer review)
  • Amazon Bestsellers Rank: #1,619,512 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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About the Author

Maryann Reid obtained her masters of fine arts degree from the University of Miami, has written for Glamour magazine, and her novella, Single Black Female, appeared on USAToday.com. Mrs. Big is her fourth book. She lives in Brooklyn, New York.

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Chapter One 
"You got what?" asked Vernice, as she and Loletta sunbathed on the sunny, cerulean shores of the French Riviera.
 
"A Brazilian! I wanted to give myself a birthday treat." Loletta wiggled her behind further down the white leather beach chair, away from the direct sunlight piercing her eyes. She had left her Chanel sunglasses at the hotel.
 
"Girl, who in their right mind would put hot wax on their pussy?"
 
"It don't hurt any more than a toothache." Loletta smiled as she stared ahead at the foamy waters. She slipped her hand down her gold Chanel bikini bottom. "And it feels like silk. Ooh, I can't stop touching myself."
 
"Hmmph, you are crazy. Molesting your own body." Vernice smiled and shook her head. They laughed at Loletta blatantly fondling herself as they basked in the sun. "On second thought, we're in France. You fit right in."
 
Loletta and Vernice laughed it up some more, stopping only to sip cool, luscious piña coladas with a dash of champagne.
 
Loletta turned to her mother, who was lying beside her on a beach chair. Loletta and her mom were almost identical. Ms. Eve Landelton had a honey-toasted, smooth complexion, and at fifty-two she was still slim and petite as in her early modeling days. She still posed for catalogs and occasionally walked runways. But since she officially retired two years earlier, she had been hanging on to Loletta like her right hip.
 
"Mom," Loletta called out. She couldn't tell if she was sleeping or awake. "Mom?"
 
There was no answer, verifying that her mom was out for the count, most likely due to their serious partying. This was their fifth day at Cannes, and every night Vernice, Loletta, and her mom found a party. With some smooth talking and the connections they made at their deluxe hotel, they managed to get into all the hot parties, especially those for the black Hollywood glitterati.
 
Three French boys ran by so quickly that sand flew into Ms. Landelton's face.
 
"Oh, Jesus!" Ms. Landelton shouted as she wiped the sand off her white Gucci bathing suit.
 
Loletta and Vernice shouted some expletives as the French boys ran into the smashing blue waves. The sunny beach was so crowded that everyone was nearly shoulder-to-shoulder. All the women needed was a few hours to perfect their golden tans before they left in the morning for New York.
 
"Wow, why bother wearing Gucci when it ends up looking shitty?" Ms. Landelton said as she reached for her bottle of water. "Now I have to get in that cesspool to clean off."
 
"Or you can wash off at the showers over there," Vernice suggested as she pointed to the long walk at the entrance.
 
"I'm not standing around showering so these French perverts can get off," she said, standing up and straightening out her bathing suit. "I might as well look fabulous doing breaststrokes. I'll be back, ladies."
 
"Bye," Loletta said, watching her mother walk away. Her mother looked bad, she thought, as she closed her eyes. She prayed she'd have it going on like that twenty years from now.
 
"Loletta, wake up," Vernice said, shaking her arm. "Ain't that Carter Blake from the Eagles standing over there with the photographers?"
 
Loletta immediately pulled off her shades and zoned in. "Oh, yes, my dear. My black prince. I heard he is going to be at Le Chateau tonight."
 
"Girl, you didn't tell me. How do you know?" Vernice whined, her chest reddened from too much sun. Vernice was very light-skinned and burned easily; however, she insisted on getting as brown as possible.
 
"How do I know everything!" Loletta said, throwing back her head in laughter. "I played it off like I'm some reporter with Vibe who was assigned the story last minute when the real writer bailed out. I wrote a fake letter, and I'm in."
 
"Just you?"
 
"You and Mommy too. But ya can't be on my ass all night because I got to work. Not only do I get entry, but I get a one-on-one interview. And the last interview I read about Carter said he is very much available and the ink is still wet on his twenty-million-dollar contract."
 
"But what will you do when he finds out you ain't no writer?" Loletta gave Vernice a mischievous look and grinned. "I'll be whatever he wants me to be."
 
This was all routine for Loletta. When she was sixteen, she snuck backstage at an LL Cool J concert by saying she was one of the girls who won a free backstage pass from a local radio show. That night she lost her virginity to one of his managers. A few years later, she managed to sneak into the singing group Jodeci's trailer with Vernice, after paying the driver 150 dollars. That was nothing for Loletta because after two days on the road with Jodeci, she left with nearly three thousand in cash. All she had to do was be whatever they wanted. She split the money with Vernice. After she graduated college, Loletta stopped bothering with rappers and R & B singers. Their money came quick--and left quick. But then Loletta heard about Myra, her mother's longtime friend, who met and married the top black coach in the NFL within a year of meeting him at a party in Milan. It was then that Loletta, accompanied by her divorced mother, decided to take her lifelong quest for the "black and paid" to another level. With Vernice, they began taking expensive European trips in hope of snagging Loletta's version of black royalty--a professional athlete.
 
 
Le Chateau was just steps away from Loletta's hotel. Loletta had it all planned, including ditching her mom and Vernice early. They would be fine at the party, she thought. There were enough ballplayers to go around. In fact, she liked roaming around on her own, convening with her mom and Vernice later to trade notes. The one thing men hated was women who traveled in packs. Tonight she would be a lone wolf.
 
Champagne flowed like the conversations. Loletta noticed that she, her mom, and Vernice were almost the only sisters in the place. The bar, the steps, and the dance floor were dominated by white or multiracial-looking women trying to outdo each other by dress, dance, or the handsome brother they snagged. The few white men in the place seemed to be satisfied with the leftovers, but Loletta was not going out like that.
 
"Do you see how desperate these women look?" Vernice asked, wrapping her red chiffon shawl over her neck. She pulled down the bustier to her dress to show more cleavage.
 
"Yeah, just like us," Loletta snapped as they stood by the door. She scanned the room to make sure no one else was rocking her cheetah-print bodysuit and black boots getup. She thought it was a little bold, maybe a little 1980s, but nothing made her feel sexier than animal print. And no one else wore anything close.
 
"I'm a sophisticated woman with class," Ms. Landelton said, her chin up. "I'm only here for the food, honey."
 
"Very classy thing to say, Mommy." Loletta rolled her eyes as they walked down the steps to the party. But she had to admit, her mother did look classy in a short black cocktail dress with the back cut so low it showed the dainty curve of her behind. "But we know why we are all here."
 
"That's right," Vernice chimed in, long bangs nearly hiding her thick-lidded eyes that looked half asleep. "We are here to give these men direction, purpose in life, help them invest that ten or twenty mill. We're sort of like financial planners."
 
"I'm an investor, baby," Loletta said, "and I see a nice piece of property right over there." She nodded in Carter Blake's direction.
 
"And he's alone," Ms. Landelton said, turning around. "I wonder if he has a father around here somewhere."
 
"He's always alone, even when I see those party photos of him in a magazine. He rides for self," Vernice said, picking a baked clam from an hors d'oeuvres tray.
 
"I like a little challenge. All I need to do is strike up a conversation about golf. I hear he is obsessed with it. I did my research."
 
"That's a lonely man's game. It figures," Vernice said, with cynicism. "I got my eye on Calvin Winnerby. Give me some time, give me some time." A throng of white women were surrounding him, each dancing to her own beat.
 
"What you got in common with him? Did you do your research?" Loletta asked as she took a glass of champagne from a waiter and passed it to her mother.
 
"I read he can eat chicken wings all day, everyday. Now you know I can finger-lick my way to high heaven with a bucket of KFC all to myself. We don't have to talk chicken; we can eat chicken." Vernice shrugged.
 
Loletta had enough with the talk; she was ready to let the games begin. Brushing her long weaved hair off her shoulders, she said, "I have some business to take care of, ladies. You both do, too?"
 
"Ooh, baby!" Ms. Landelton blurted out as she flung her newest wig, the blond one, to the side. "This is my groove." Ms. Landelton rolled her hips from side to side, as did several older-looking folks who seemed to get into it with her.
 
"Mommy, we leave tomorrow. You better handle yours," Loletta said, directing her mom's attention to an older, distinguished Hispanic gentleman blowing kisses at her.
 
"Ha, honey, who do you think taught you what you know? I had that the moment I stepped down those stairs," Ms. Landelton said, dancing into the crowd around her.
 
"Vernice, let's hook up here by two a.m., but if you don't see me, I'll check you both later," Loletta said, taking out her vanity mirror and applying more gold lipstick. "I ain't leaving this town without putting twenty percent down on my investment."
 
"Ha, ha! Girl, make that two of us. This sexy ass is pulling up on Calvin any minute. Bye, bitch." Vernice laughed as she sauntered away to the other side of the room, where Calvin and his boys were.
 
Loletta had to admit that Vernice was smooth with hers. She was thick in all the right places; depending on how she did her makeup, she could look Hispanic one day, and light-skin ghetto the next. She was a game talker and could talk a hustler out of his own money, whereas Loletta relied more on her exotic dark-skinned looks and brains to get her way.
 
As Loletta made her way to Carter, she didn't know what she wanted to start off with. She couldn't be too pushy or too calculated. She wanted to fuck him, consume every inch and ounce of his essence. Who was she kidding? she thought. She could care less about conversation and golf to get his attention. She was going hard. She had plans, and by next year she wanted to be staring down at a six-carat engagement ring, not another MasterCard bill.
 
She kept her eyes glued on him as she walked across the crowded room. Carter's eyes grew bigger, as if he were watching a speeding train come directly at him, and his feet were frozen. Loletta was just as nervous as Carter looked. She had also read he was intensely shy. What if he turned her down? She was in no mood to work hard tonight.
 
Then he turned around and disappeared behind a closed door.
 
Loletta didn't stop her approach, but now she wondered if she'd have to get through some locked door or bodyguards. Two petite, short-haired women in matching body-hugging outfits stood at the door.
 
Fuck it, Loletta said to herself. If she had to pound one of those bitches to a pulp, she would.
 
"Excuse me," Loletta said, bumping one of the women out of the way. Loletta pushed on the door, and to her delight it swung open.
 
"Looking for me?" Carter said. He was sprawled out on a white leather sofa, looking delicious in dark jeans and a white linen shirt with dangling platinum chains. He smiled.
 
Loletta smiled back and closed the door behind her. "I'm Loletta. I don't usually have to chase a man."
 
"I don't usually get caught so easily," he said, standing up and walking toward her. "When I saw you charging at me with that look, I knew we needed some time alone. Like now." He dropped his hand down to her round, fat ass.
 
Loletta backed him down to the couch and straddled him. She cupped his face in her hands. "I read that you were shy. I was hoping to be the one to break you out of that."
 
"Please do," he said, gripping her thighs. He pressed her body down onto his hardened dick.
 
"You need this?" he said, handing her a pill.
 
"Not at all. I create my own ecstasy. I don't need any fake one," she said, sliding down the straps of her bodysuit.
 
"Man, Loletta, your eyes are so fucking sexy. I know a lot of niggas say that, but it's true," he said, seemingly mesmerized by her. Loletta smiled to herself; her almond, bedroom eyes were the bomb.
 
"You know, Carter. I have been watching you since your college days. I just want a chance to get to know you," Loletta purred, squeezing her breasts together. "I know I can love you."
 
"Come on, baby, you know we hear that all the time," he said in between licks of her nipples.
 
"Ooh," Loletta said, bending forward so her breasts smothered his face. But she was real about loving Carter or anyone who could love her back. "Tell me anything, please."
 
"I love you," he said with a slight grin. "You have beautiful titis. And I can't wait to see that ass."
 
So much for the shy-guy role, Loletta thought. She stood up and peeled off her bodysuit. He tore off his jeans and underwear. Carter touched her fleshy hips and nearly sent her head spinning. He pulled her naked body down on his. She crawled down to his dick, and let the smooth, warm texture invite her to taste him. Overcome by everything Carter--the MVP, the multimillion-dollar endorsements, the power, the respect--she came sucking his dick.
 
This drove Carter wild. He climbed down on the floor with her, and licked the juices from her thighs like a little animal.
 
"I love you, Carter," Loletta moaned, as he kissed her mouth with her own saltiness. "But I ain't done yet." She wiggled down to between his legs and feasted on his dick, a tree that bared all the fruits that would make one woman set for life.
 
"Hold on, baby. Damn! I'm about to come. But I want that pussy first," he panted, whipping out a condom.
 
Loletta helped him slip it on, ready to make him say her name out loud. Then two minutes later, it was over.
 
"Call me," he said, slipping on his jeans. He scribbled his number on a pack of matches. "Wherever I am, you'll be."
 
"Okay," Loletta nodded, half naked as she stood up and gathered her things. He helped her clean herself up in the bathroom. He rubbed her inner thigh clean with a cloth, slipped on her panties, and assisted her as she got it together. "Thank you," she said as she left the room.
 
"Call me when you get home. And let me tell you, what you did just now was gangsta. Most bitches try to act like they know me, telling me about golf and shit, trying to tell me about my plays on the court. But you handled yours. Straight nasty, straight up about what she want. Even if it's just sex," he said, sounding a bit disappointed. "I ain't like these other ballplayers. I'm real different, Loletta. I take my women as serious as I take my game."
 
There was something different about Carter, and Loletta didn't think it was that. She closed the door and left. Whatever, she thought. He was one among many for her. He was gullible, twenty-two, and easy to control because he was still unsure of himself behind that big talk. At least she could count on her bills being paid for the next two, three months.
 
Copyright © 2006 by Maryann Reid. All rights reserved.

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The book was great until the ending and then it sort of rushed through. I'd like to know what happened with Kavon and Kia's relationship, and how it ended, if it ended or did Kia have more tricks up her sleeve. Maybe some info about Kavon's family could be added and see if Kia can use them to get Kavon back. Mrs. "Big" handled her revenge through the sweet touch of success but I'd like to know if she and Carter worked it out. Mrs. Bigs mom...well she's got issues and she's a whole a book of her own.
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8 of 9 people found the following review helpful
From Gold Digger to Housewife March 7 2007
By Phyllis - Published on Amazon.com
Format: Paperback
Maryann Reid's newest offering, Mrs. Big introduces readers to Loletta Hightower. She is all about designer clothes, trips to the spa and lavish vacations. She is a receptionist for a luxury car dealer. She is living in an expensive apartment with her mother (Mrs. Hightower). She meets rich men and they support her for a few months at a time. She is tired of the temporary support and is ready to walk down the aisle. Loletta is looking for a husband, but not just any man. Her ideal man has lots of money and is willing to spend it on her and her mother.

Loletta sees a former classmate, Kavon "Big" Jackson at the dealership where she works. She talks to him at the dealership and soon after their meeting they become a couple. They are engaged and married after their meeting. Kavon has just signed a new NBA contract with another team so he has plenty of money to spend. Loletta gets much more than she ever bargained for.

Mrs. Big is a very entertaining novel. This book is filled with drama and held my attention to the very end. This read was well-written and it seemed as though I knew the characters. There were times where I found myself yelling about the things the characters were doing. I enjoyed this book and highly recommend it to others. Although this is my first time reading Ms. Reid's work, it will definitely not be my last.

Reviewed by Phyllis Ann

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2 of 2 people found the following review helpful
It had to many error's Nov. 10 2006
By C. Lee - Published on Amazon.com
Format: Paperback
This book was okay. But I caught a lot of stuff that didn't make sense. Loletta age changed a few times in the book as well as her name. Also Kavon age changed too. A lot of stuff in this book just didn't make sense. I mean It was a okay read but this book was not well put together or even prof-read before published. I would pass on the next book that come from this publication company.
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AN ENTERTAINING READ April 8 2011
By loverofALLshoes - Published on Amazon.com
Format: Paperback Verified Purchase
MRS. BIG WAS INFATUATED WITH LIVING A LAVISH LIFE, BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY. SHE HAD A THING FOR MONEY AND MEN WITH MONEY, THAT OF WHICH SHE WAS TAUGHT BY HER MOTHER. IT WAS AN ENTERTAINING READ FOR THE MOST PART. SOME PARTS OF THE BOOKS HAD MY MOUTH HITTING THE FLOOR, SOME LEFT ME WONDERING. OVERALL, I'D RECOMMEND IT TO A FRIEND.
Pretty good but a little too raw for me at times March 3 2010
By brittneycol6 - Published on Amazon.com
Format: Paperback
This book tackled a very touchy subject of gold-digging. I liked the book and I like the story it was trying to tell. There are some unclear information and situations in the book but you can still understand the story. I felt the raw edge missed the mark and was seen as unnecessary and vulgar at times. Also didn't care for the ending. But all in all a pretty good read.
1 of 2 people found the following review helpful
(RAW Rating: 4.5) - Everything That Glitters Ain't Gold Feb. 9 2007
By The RAWSISTAZ Reviewers - Published on Amazon.com
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Loletta Hightower is mesmerized by the good life. She wants it all: lavish vacation, enormous bling-bling, and an extravagant home. Rather than work for it, she believes she is destined to marry well. After spending her youth chasing rappers and R &B singers, in adulthood, she sets her sights on professional athletes. Urged by her mother to marry a rich man and dissuaded by her father, who only wants Loletta to be the best she can be, Loletta begins a life-affirming journey complete with twists, turns, and misery.

Loletta believes her ship has come in when she becomes the wife of Kavon "Big" Jackson, her college classmate, virtually overnight. Before she can settle in her role as the wife of a major NBA player, Kavon reveals his true self. Additionally, there is one woman that will stop at nothing to make Kavon her own.

MRS. BIG reveals a seedier side of women chasing men with money. Maryann Reid weaves a tale of how the practice of conning and scheming to obtain material possessions destroys a woman's self-respect and self-esteem. Unlike many other novels based on the same premise, Reid's tale is cautionary. Early in the novel, many readers may not particularly care for Loletta because of her gold-digging ways. However, by the end you will find yourself applauding and rooting for her as she finds her own way in the world.

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