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Just Wright Publications (J.W.P.) is a publishing company specializing in high-quality literature for the global market.

Just Wright Publications (JWP) was founded in 2011 by Author/Owner Sean A. Wright when he released his best selling debut novel A Gangster’s Melody. After a year of constant touring engagements he released the highly acclaimed and anticipated sequel AGM2: A New York State of Mind in 2012 and further built the reputation of his empire. In 2013, Sean opened the doors to JWP and went on a hunt to fin

d the best, raw and untapped authors he could find. Striking oil by signing the first wave of his Dream Team included fresh new authors KC Blaze, Botta Bing, and Le’Vonne Barber. Just Wright Publications plans to take the literary world by storm leading into 2014. Just Wright Publications…Library Of A Legacy…either get WRIGHT or get LEFT!

10/18/2024

FALLIN’ FOR MY SNEAKY LINK:
A CHEATIN HOE’S TESTIMONY

PROLOGUE

“Yeah. Stroke that s**t Kamry.”Rock said as I continued to slowly beat his dick under the visiting room table using my $100 lip gloss for l**e.
Truth be told his dick was so big and thick I really needed two hands but my free hand was being used to pleasure myself as his low moans and whispers made my c**t throb under my Pretty Ruff Apparel dress. Truth be told this was a no-contact facility but Rock’s name rang bells both in and out of jail so you know how that goes. Seconds later he let out a muffled grunt that I instinctively matched while I sq**rted all over the floor as the feeling of his warm nut all over my hand excited me to the fullest. I secretly looked around to make sure the sound of my juices hitting the dirty white tiled floor didn’t bring any unwanted attention, but unfortunately the perverted face on the fat ass C.O. and the bulge in his oversized pants told me otherwise.
“Alright Rock times up.” His nasty ass said getting up from his guards table showing that me and Rock wasn’t the only ones that made a mess.
I shook my head, rolled my eyes, and nodded in the direction of the wet spot by his zipper as he embarrassingly sat his dumb ass back down.
“C’mon Rock you gotta wrap it up. I already gave you an extra ten minutes.”
“Nah n***a I gave YOU a extra ten minutes you nasty motherf**ker.” Rock said forcefully pushin his chair back and staring the fake cop down.
I grabbed his arm to calm him down.
“It’s cool bae. I wanna beat the traffic anyway.” I said standing up and kissing him passionately as he grabbed my ass one last time for good measure.
“I’ll see you next Saturday and I’ll call you tonight around nine so make sure you answer.”
“You already know I will daddy.” I said grabbing his manhood once more for good measure returning the gesture before turning to leave.
It was a long two hour ride home and I couldn’t keep Rock off my mind. He had been in my life now for a minute and I loved each and every moment we spent together; when he wasn’t in and out of jail that is. I pulled into my driveway, grabbed my purse and headed inside.
“Mooommmmy.” My daughter Royal said as she ran and bear hugged my legs.
“Hey Princess, were you good while mommy was gone?”
“Of course she was.” My husband Stan said sneaking up behind me as he wrapped his arms around my waist spun me around and kissed me.
“Oooh Stan you scared the s**t out of me.” I said nervously pulling away from him, afraid he would smell Rock’s prison sweat all over me since he had no cologne.
“How was your lunch with Nina?” Did you guys catch upon old times?”
I was so glad he asked the 2nd question because I had totally forgot I lied to him and told him an old grade school friend was in town and we were meeting for lunch.
“Oh yeah babe we had a blast and It was good seeing her. Now all I wanna do is take a nice hot shower, lay back with a nice glass of wine, and start reading The Bag girls Club: Atlanta; I heard it ‘s a fire ass read.”
“Aww c’mon babe you can read that book anytime. I’m tryna have something else bangin.” He said attempting to kiss me.
I pulled away.
“Ummm I’m sweaty and our 7 year old daughter is right over there sir.” I said touching my lip with my finger and then touching his.
“Aight well when she go to bed that ass is all mine.” He laughed as he headed towards the rear of the house.
“Actually no. This ass is all Rock’s.” I thought to myself as I grabbed my rose out of my hiding spot and headed into the shower to finish what Rock and I started on the visit.

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10/10/2024

DADDY’S BEEN A BAD BOY:THE MAKING OF A MONSTEROUS MOGUL

PROLOGUE

The lights in the mansion were dim, casting long shadows on the marble floors. The soft hum of expensive electronics buzzed in the background, almost drowned out by the bass-heavy music that leaked from the party downstairs. But up here, in the master bedroom, it was quiet—eerie, unnatural.
Carter "Daddy" King leaned against the wall, his silhouette sharp against the dim glow of the city skyline outside the glass windows. His eyes, usually filled with the spark of charm that had won him the world, were hollow tonight. He stared blankly at the lifeless body lying across the bed—the mother of his children, Vanessa.
Her skin, once warm and soft, was now pale, her lips tinged with blue. An empty champagne glass sat on the nightstand, beside a small mirror dusted with white powder. To anyone else, it would look like just another overdose. Tragic, but predictable, in their world of excess. A woman who couldn’t handle the lifestyle—a sad but familiar story.
But Carter knew better. He had watched her spiral for months, seen the pain in her eyes that mirrored his own. She had threatened to leave, to take their children, to expose him. She said she was tired of his games, of the drugs, the s*x parties, the endless control. She wanted out—and worse, she had the means to destroy everything he had built.
He couldn’t let that happen.
Carter’s hands trembled as he lit a blunt, taking a long drag as he replayed the night in his mind. He remembered her begging him to stop, telling him she’d keep quiet if he let her go. But Carter had heard that lie before. He knew she’d never be able to keep her mouth shut, not with the things she’d seen. Not with the things he’d done to her.
He glanced at the door, hearing footsteps approaching. His personal security detail would find her soon. They’d take care of it, just like they had taken care of everything else. This wasn’t the first body he’d had to bury—not the first life he’d ruined to protect his empire. And it wouldn’t be the last.
As Carter exhaled a cloud of smoke, he felt the familiar surge of power rise inside him. He had always thrived on control, on being the one who pulled the strings. And even now, with Vanessa’s lifeless body before him, he knew he would emerge unscathed. The world would mourn her, but they’d never know the truth. No one would ever connect the dots.
Vanessa was gone, just another casualty in his twisted, manic pursuit of power. The industry would keep turning, the money would keep flowing, and Carter "Daddy" King would remain untouchable.
He crushed the blunt into the ashtray, casting one last glance at the body of the woman who had once loved him. The woman who had dared to challenge him.
“Rest in peace, baby,” he whispered, turning his back on her for the final time.
As he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him, he felt nothing. Not guilt, not sadness. Only the rush of knowing he still held all the cards.
Carter King was a bad boy, and in his world, that meant he always won.
But even monsters have their limits. And Carter was about to find out just how far he could fall.

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10/04/2024

CHAPTER ONE

It’s 4:27am and Carter is sitting in a dimly lit recording studio at the control board while a young aspiring female artist is in the vocal booth singing a song that he has written and produced. Carter is leaned back in his large leather chair with his eyes closed vibing to the track he suddenly hears something he doesn’t like, opens his eyes stops the track, and presses the intercom button on the board.
“Ayo check this s**t out baby girl; we gone be in this bitch till you get this s**t right. I aint got s**t else to do.” Carter said leaning over and snorting a line of coke.
“I’m singing it just the way you told me to and I have been for the last three hours.” Monay said sounding exhausted and a little irritated.
“What so you tryna tell me MY ears are off? I don’t know what the f**k I’m hearing? You think I don’t know music? Bitch I’m Carter motherf**kin King; I am music. Now take it from the top.” Carter said in a calm yet eerie voice while popping a pill and washing it down with a shot of tequila from his own brand.
“Maybe if you wasn’t so geeked up you could hear clearly.” Monay whispered not realizing her mic was still hot.
“What the f**k did you just say?” Carter said just as calm and eerie as he bumped another line of coke.
“Noth..nothin Carter.” Monay said as her voice trembled.
“Oh no. You said somethin; yeah you definitely said somethin.”
Carter pushed his chair back from the control board.
“Get up and get the f**k out.” He said to the groupie that had been on her knees giving him oral s*x the whole time.
The groupie stood up wiped her mouth and hurried out of the studio. Once Carter watched her get on the elevator through the security cameras he stood up, took another shot of Tequila to the head, took his belt off, wrapped it around his fist, and headed straight for the control booth as Monay watched in horror. Monay ran to the vocal booth door and quickly locked it. Carter flashed an evil grin through the glass door.
“Alexa unlock vocal booth door and lock all others.”
“Unlocking vocal booth door and locking all others.” The robotic voice responded through the speakers while following Carter’s commands.
Shortly after, you could hear the electronic mechanism unlock the door as the light on the vocal booth doork**b turned green. Carter slowly turned the k**b and walked in as Monay scurried and coward down in the corner. Carter slowly approached her, stood over her and in that same calm and eerie voice he posed a question.
“Who’s your motherf**kin daddy?”
Moments later Monay’s screams filled the 23,000 square foot recording compound owned by Carter Global Enterprises. After about 7 minutes, but what seemed like forever Carter put a halt to the vicious assault. He kneeled down to Monay’s battered and bruised body as she sobbed hysterically.
“Now take this s**t from the motherf**kin top because time is money and just because I’m made of it don’t mean I like to waste it. do I make myself clear?”
“Yes Daddy.” She sobbed.
“That’s my girl.” He said as he leaned over and kissed her on her forehead.
Carter stood, headed back to the control board, sat down, pulled out his phone and called his assistant Fonz.
“Ayo Bee, I’mma need you to come down to the compound and grab Monay. I need you to check her into Four Seasons under the usual alias. After that, get the doc on the phone have him get his ass over there and get her right. Then send Missy over to her house and have her sit with the kids for a few days until this blow’s over. If anybody asks Monay is doing a 5 city press run and should be back in about a week.”
He then looked at Monay while surveying the visual damage.
“Better make that 2 weeks.” He said before ending the call and pressing play to start the music.

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10/02/2024

DADDY IS A BAD BOY:THE MAKING OF A MONSTEROUS MOGUL

PROLOGUE

The lights in the mansion were dim, casting long shadows on the marble floors. The soft hum of expensive electronics buzzed in the background, almost drowned out by the bass-heavy music that leaked from the party downstairs. But up here, in the master bedroom, it was quiet—eerie, unnatural.
Carter "Daddy" King leaned against the wall, his silhouette sharp against the dim glow of the city skyline outside the glass windows. His eyes, usually filled with the spark of charm that had won him the world, were hollow tonight. He stared blankly at the lifeless body lying across the bed—the mother of his children, Vanessa.
Her skin, once warm and soft, was now pale, her lips tinged with blue. An empty champagne glass sat on the nightstand, beside a small mirror dusted with white powder. To anyone else, it would look like just another overdose. Tragic, but predictable, in their world of excess. A woman who couldn’t handle the lifestyle—a sad but familiar story.
But Carter knew better. He had watched her spiral for months, seen the pain in her eyes that mirrored his own. She had threatened to leave, to take their children, to expose him. She said she was tired of his games, of the drugs, the s*x parties, the endless control. She wanted out—and worse, she had the means to destroy everything he had built.
He couldn’t let that happen.
Carter’s hands trembled as he lit a cigarette, taking a long drag as he replayed the night in his mind. He remembered her begging him to stop, telling him she’d keep quiet if he let her go. But Carter had heard that lie before. He knew she’d never be able to keep her mouth shut, not with the things she’d seen. Not with the things he’d done to her.
He glanced at the door, hearing footsteps approaching. His personal security detail would find her soon. They’d take care of it, just like they had taken care of everything else. This wasn’t the first body he’d had to bury—not the first life he’d ruined to protect his empire. And it wouldn’t be the last.
As Carter exhaled a cloud of smoke, he felt the familiar surge of power rise inside him. He had always thrived on control, on being the one who pulled the strings. And even now, with Vanessa’s lifeless body before him, he knew he would emerge unscathed. The world would mourn her, but they’d never know the truth. No one would ever connect the dots.
Vanessa was gone, just another casualty in his twisted, manic pursuit of power. The industry would keep turning, the money would keep flowing, and Carter "Daddy" King would remain untouchable.
He crushed the cigarette into the ashtray, casting one last glance at the body of the woman who had once loved him. The woman who had dared to challenge him.
“Rest in peace, baby,” he whispered, turning his back on her for the final time.
As he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him, he felt nothing. Not guilt, not sadness. Only the rush of knowing he still held all the cards.
Carter King was a bad boy, and in his world, that meant he always won.
But even monsters have their limits. And Carter was about to find out just how far he could fall.

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09/19/2024

PROLOGUE

“Yeah. Stroke that s**t Kamry.”Rock said as I continued to slowly beat his dick under the visiting room table using my $100 lip gloss for l**e.
Truth be told his dick was so big and thick I really needed two hands but my free hand was being used to pleasure myself as his low moans and whispers made my c**t throb under my Pretty Ruff Apparel dress. Truth be told this was a no-contact facility but Rock’s name rang bells both in and out of jail so you know how that goes. Seconds later he let out a muffled grunt that I instinctively matched while I sq**rted all over the floor as the feeling of his warm nut all over my hand excited me to the fullest. I secretly looked around to make sure the sound of my juices hitting the dirty white tiled floor didn’t bring any unwanted attention, but unfortunately the perverted face on the fat ass C.O. and the bulge in his oversized pants told me otherwise.
“Alright Rock times up.” His nasty ass said getting up from his guards table showing that me and Rock wasn’t the only ones that made a mess.
I shook my head, rolled my eyes, and nodded in the direction of the wet spot by his zipper as he embarrassingly sat his dumb ass back down.
“C’mon Rock you gotta wrap it up. I already gave you an extra ten minutes.”
“Nah n***a I gave YOU a extra ten minutes you nasty motherf**ker.” Rock said forcefully pushin his chair back and staring the fake cop down.
I grabbed his arm to calm him down.
“It’s cool bae. I wanna beat the traffic anyway.” I said standing up and kissing him passionately as he grabbed my ass one last time for good measure.
“I’ll see you next Saturday and I’ll call you tonight around nine so make sure you answer.”
“You already know I will daddy.” I said grabbing his manhood once more for good measure returning the gesture before turning to leave.
It was a long two hour ride home and I couldn’t keep Rock off my mind. He had been in my life now for a minute and I loved each and every moment we spent together; when he wasn’t in and out of jail that is. I pulled into my driveway, grabbed my purse and headed inside.
“Mooommmmy.” My daughter Royal said as she ran and bear hugged my legs.
“Hey Princess, were you good while mommy was gone?”
“Of course she was.” My husband Stan said sneaking up behind me as he wrapped his arms around my waist spun me around and kissed me.
“Oooh Stan you scared the s**t out of me.” I said nervously pulling away from him, afraid he would smell Rock’s prison sweat all over me since he had no cologne.
“How was your lunch with Nina?” Did you guys catch upon old times?”
I was so glad he asked the 2nd question because I had totally forgot I lied to him and told him an old grade school friend was in town and we were meeting for lunch.
“Oh yeah babe we had a blast and It was good seeing her. Now all I wanna do is take a nice hot shower, lay back with a nice glass of wine, and start reading The Bag girls Club: Atlanta; I heard it ‘s a fire ass read.”
“Aww c’mon babe you can read that book anytime. I’m tryna have something else bangin.” He said attempting to kiss me.
I pulled away.
“Ummm I’m sweaty and our 7 year old daughter is right over there sir.” I said touching my lip with my finger and then touching his.
“Aight well when she go to bed that ass is all mine.” He laughed as he headed towards the rear of the house.
“Actually no. This ass is all Rock’s.” I thought to myself as I grabbed my rose out of my hiding spot and headed into the shower to finish what Rock and I started on the visit.

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08/17/2024

I was lying on the couch trying my best to stay as far away from Stan as possible when my phone rang from a private number; I never got those so I ignored it. Whoever it was called a second and a 3rd time and then I got a text that said “I’ll give you 20 thousand reasons why you should pick up the phone, and you should hurry before the guards make their rounds.” I quickly sat up and nervously looked around as if the text was played out loud and magnified by a thousand. I was overcome with a mixed feeling of anger because Rock was calling me and a slight bit of unexplained excitement as well. My thoughts were interrupted by the phone ringing again so I quickly answered and shouted a whisper into the phone
“Are you out of your f**king mind? I’m married and my husband…..”
“Is probably in the basement playin video games with his corny ass.” Rock said cutting me off.
“That bitch Fendi got a big ass mouth.” I snapped.
“Yeah maybe, but she has ya best interest at heart and so do I.”
“Nigga you don’t even know me, and if you think 20 bands gonna buy you somethin over here I can gladly run it back to you cuz I aint one of them broke thirsty bi***es you probably used to.”
“You 100% right about that. S**t I wouldna given any of them other hoes the time of day let alone 20 bands for what you did, but you different, you feisty, you got ya own and you hold ya own; I don’t see that a lot in my line of work.”
“Work? Is that what you call it?”
“I provide a service and get paid, I have employees that I pay extremely well so by Google’s definition I believe that’s work.”
“Suddenly this n***a is a scholar. Why are you calling me Rock? What do you want?”
“I want you and I aint been able to keep my mind off you since the other day and for your information I happen to have my Bachelor’s in Business Management.”
“Well kudo’s n***a, but it aint gonna happen like I said I’m a married woman.”
“I noticed you didn’t say happily.”
“I don’t give a f**k what you noticed; don’t call this number again n***a cuz whatever you thinkin this is, it aint that.” I said as I hung up the phone and threw it on the couch.
This n***a really had me f**ked all the way up. I tried calling Fendi but kept getting her dumb ass voice mail. “Hey this is Fen-di; I’m probably somewhere tren-ding” She would chant in a high pitched whiney voice.
“Uggghh!” I grunted after my last attempt to call her can curse her the f**k out.
I was so frustrated I got up and headed straight for the wine cellar, got me a bottle of Rose’ Moscato, walked straight past the wine glasses, back into the living room, popped that s**t and took the first swig of many to come straight to the head as I plopped back down on the couch, grabbed the remote and started channel surfing.
I jumped out of my sleep when Stan touched my shoulder.
“What the f**k?” I said startled.
“It’s okay baby it’s me.” Stan said standing over me as I tried to focus and gather my thoughts.
“W…w….wassup Stan? What happened?” I asked groggily.
“Well you were clearly having a nightmare after falling asleep on the couch. You were mumbling kind of loud so I came down to check on you.”
“Nightmare? Mumbling loud?” I asked confused and still a little out of it.
“Yeah you were saying STOP! STOP! But I guess that’s what a whole bottle of wine will do to you.” He said holding up the now empty bottle.
“Wow! That’s crazy.” I responded, shocked that I did that bottle like that.
“Yeah well it’s almost 5am. Let’s get you up to bed.” He said holding his hand out.
“You go ahead. I’m gonna straighten up down here and I’ll be right behind you.” I replied.
“Okay babe. I’ll be waiting.” He said as he headed up stairs.
I gave a fake smile and nodded back at him. When he was upstairs I sat there still trying to collect myself and figure out this nightmare s**t, but for the life of me I couldn’t recall not even a second of it.; that bottle of wine musta really did a number on me.
“Oh well. F**k it.” I thought to myself as I removed my blanket (that I don’t even remember grabbing.
I was getting up and suddenly felt a feeling of wetness.
“Now I know good and gotdamn well I aint spill this wine on myself with my drunk ass.” I thought to myself as I touched the wet spot on my leggings and realized I was soaked around the mid area.
When I got up I realized there was a huge wet spot on the couch as well.
“I know the f**k I didn’t!!” I said as I touched the wet spot on the couch, smelled it, and then looked down at myself realizing the wetness wasn’t spilled wine.
It was then that I realized that I had f**ked around and sq**rted all over myself, but why would a nightmare have me saying STOP! STOP? And then just like that it started coming back to me; I wasn’t having a nightmare at all. I was clearly having a wet dream and Stanley didn’t hear STOP, STOP; what he heard me saying was ROCK, ROCK!
This s**t was crazy. The dream slowly but surely started coming back to me piece by piece as I imagined Rock bending me over the balcony of The Baccarat Hotel in the middle of Midtown Manhattan on a warm Summer’s night with most coolest and s*xiest breeze blowing through my hair while hardening my ni***es at the same time.
Rock’s thrusts were forceful yet gentle, he was rough yet passionate as every stroke found and activated an erogenous zone I never even knew existed. I bit my bottom lip hard as f**k to keep from waking the guests in the adjoining suit in the $2500 per night 5 star hotel in the middle of Midtown Manhattan. He f**ked me vigorously as my perfectly shaped & all natural 38 DD’s hung over the balcony and banged against the glass partition that kept me from literally getting f**ked to death and falling from the 77th floor. Rock leaned over me and pressed his six pack against my sweaty back and whispered in my ear
“This my p***y now; I own this s**t. Repeat the words back to me Kam.”
“This…yo….p***y…Rock….y..y..you …own this s**t.” I stuttered in between strokes.
The sound of me submitting and bending to his will only excited Rock more as he wrapped his large manly hands around my ponytail twice, yanked my head back causing me to bite down on my lip until I tasted blood in my mouth while simultaneously sq**rting on pedestrians 77 floors below.
My thoughts were interrupted by a warming sensation and the sound of water being spilled.
“WHAT THE F**K KAMRY!” I whispered to myself as I noticed the replay of the dream caused me to sq**rt yet again while tasting the blood from biting my lip in real life.
“I gotta get my s**t together.” I thought to myself as I went to get something to clean the couch before Stanley ass came back down stairs.

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