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Series Jane Doe (Growing Pains- 1) Thou Shall Not Keep Me Wondering (growing Pains -2) Just (Growing Pains - 3) Love Sick (Love, Sex, Lies - 1) Love Hangover (Love, Sex, Lies - 2) Grand Hustle (Love, Sex, Lies - 3) Love Drug (Love, Sex, Lies - 4) Bang (Love, Sex, Lies - 5) Love Me Some Him (Love, Sex, Lies - 6) Lyric, Latrice, and Victoria have been like sisters since elementary school. Through the years they have suffered the unthinkable together. However death, betrayal, and heartbreak have molded these inner city teenagers into independent, sovereign, and self-sufficient adults who are sexy, ambitious, and ready for what life will bring…seemingly. Latrice has always seen herself married with children, with white picket fence and all. Yet heartbreak after heartbreak has turned her into a financial guru, seeking out only those that can materialistically love her until her heart says otherwise. Lyric is busy hiding her dirty laundry from her roommate and best friend, Latrice, while trying to figure out not who she loves, but what kind of love the future holds for her. And Victoria is miles away from her rekindled friendship with Latrice and still damaged sisterhood with Lyric trying to figure out why the sex life between her and live-in boyfriend/”baby's daddy” has come to a undeniable jolting end. What starts off as the typical boy meets girl/boy plays girl games turns into a contagious and erotic cycle of suspense, humor, sex, lies, infidelity, and deceit all bundled up in an entertaining package of sexy diva deliciousness…
374 pages, Paperback
First published May 1, 2007
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Jessica N. Watkins
82 books1,174 followersAuthor of Urban Chick Lit, Erotica, and Contemporary Urban Fiction... Jessica N. Watkins was born April 1st in Chicago, Illinois. She obtained a Bachelors of Arts with Focus in Psychology from DePaul University and Masters of Applied Professional Studies with focus in Business Administration from the like institution. Working in Hospital Administration for the majority of her career, Watkins has also been an author of fiction literature since the young age of nine. Eventually she used writing as an outlet during her freshmen year of high school as a single parent: “In the third grade I entered a short story contest with a fiction tale of an apple tree that refused to grow despite the efforts of the darling main character. My writing evolved from apple trees to my seventh and eighth grade classmates paying me to read novels I had written about kids our age living the lives our parents wouldn’t dare let us”. At the age of twenty-eight, Watkins’ chronicles have matured into steamy, humorous, and realistic tales of women's literature. She hopes that The Epitome of Femistry series will successfully emulate ideal femininity while tackling stereotypes, familiar heartache, and relatable distress in a humorous, sophisticated, and erotic fashion.
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May 3, 2015
Just showed up with more drama & interesting revelations for the girls as I was able to complete this read in a few hours. As the girls have become older, Vic receives her karma for looking for love in the wrong place while Tricey seems to be living & enjoying the good life. Lyric's new found friends & adventures have her confused about which path to take. The storyline remained consistent throughout which made this a great read as I look forward to reading the next part of this series.
August 12, 2020
This book was SOOOOOO GOOOD!!! This series started when they were teenagers and the ups and downs they went through I’m sure would hit home for every woman. Even if it’s simply maintaining a childhood friendship. In this installment they have grown up, they have definitely matured but they are still trying to figure out their way in this thing called life. Don’t want to spoil it. This series is A MUST READ!!!!! On to LOVE LIES AND SEX. Ooh I wonder what these girls are going to get themselves into now🤔🤔🤔
My favorite passage in this book:
An hour later, I was pulling into a parking space a few feet away from my building. I nearly skipped to the front door. I wanted so badly for Lyric to be home so that I could tell her all that I had experienced today: Damion, Vic, the game, the movie, the sex, and Tunde and his promises. I was excited, though I had only been pleased for the time it takes to snap your fingers. I was in the mood for gossip, Lyric’s smart-ass comments, and some drinks to put me to sleep from a very energetic day. She was home. The lights were on all over the house. Her shoes and purse lay on the floor in the living room. I never considered how quiet the house was. My excitement was taking over my senses. I ran into my room, dropped my purse and jacket, and kicked my flip-flops off. I never considered knocking before going into Lyric’s room because I never did. She didn’t have a man and when she did, she was always sure to call me or leave notes for me because she knew that I would have a free for all; walking through any door and saying any and everything, if otherwise. When I entered her bedroom, I almost didn’t recognize my friend. Lyric’s face was so far deep in this woman’s coochie that the only way she was recognizable was by the tattoo of a rose on her left shoulder blade. I shouldn’t have stared the way that I did. But imagine walking into your presumably heterosexual best friend’s bedroom and seeing some woman, one whom you were told was only a platonic friend, with her legs spread clear cross country and your best friend of fifteen plus years chewing down like she ain’t ate in years. I was stuck! I wanted to scream, but the sight I was seeing was so shocking and raunchy that it traumatized my usually powerful bark. They were so into one another and the orgasm that was stirring inside of them that they didn’t even notice me standing there watching the display that they were putting on. And it was a damn good display. I mean, Lyric was giving Veronica such good face that I wanted to tiptoe around the bed, tap Veronica on the shoulder, and ask her did that shit feel as good as her moans and praises were making it sound. Veronica’s moans were so damn animated that she could have taped them and sold them to a porno film company for voiceovers. Shit, I didn’t moan that way a few hours ago and I hadn’t had sex in a whole year. And I couldn’t imagine how Lyric was able to match Veronica’s tone seeing it as though her mouth was full. I didn’t even think that they would hear when my confusion finally crawled out of my mouth. “LYRIC?!” She jumped. Veronica jumped. My eyes themselves were telling Veronica and Lyric how I was feeling. I just couldn’t comprehend the sight of my best friend butt-ball naked with the juices of her meal all over her face. “Tricey,” Lyric begged. “OH MY GOD!!!!!” My screams were probably nerve-wracking to the both of them, but I couldn’t help myself. “ARE. YOU. SERIOUS?!?!?!” I was actually laughing hysterically. This was the icing on the cake of my day. Just to see the both of them struggle to put their clothes on, the way all their toys bounced all over the bed while they wrestled to detangle themselves from one another, was hilarious. “LYRIC?!” I was still screaming in laughter and confusion as Lyric was hopping into a pants leg. “I can explain.” “No, you cannot!!” I was still laughing. “Tricey, don’t.” Still giggling, I ran into the living room trying to take in the visual. “Tricey?” Lyric followed behind me in a bra and jogging pants that were on backwards. I couldn’t stop laughing. She pouted and folded her arms around her chest. I continued to tease and even pointed at her, “I cannot believe this shit!!” “I know,” she whined. Her whining made me feel bad for her. She looked confused, even with dried up sexual juices on her cheek. “Stop laughing.” She was almost in tears. I just stood there, looking at her with my hands on my hips, mouth to the floor, and eyes falling out of my sockets, focusing on the nut on her face. “Tricey, I’m sorry. Don’t hate me.” “Wipe your face,” I said with a laugh. She seemed to want to fold herself into a tight ball while she wiped her mouth with her hand. “Please don’t think that I’m nasty.” “Nasty? I think it’s a little freaky, but not nasty.” She looked relieved that I wasn’t under the impression that she was the scum of the earth since she’s sleeping with someone of her own sex. “Go,” I shewed her. Lyric looked at me with confusion as I continued. “Go! Go finish!!” Lyric was reluctant. She still wanted to stand there and be sure that I still loved her while some girl was shitting bricks while half-naked in her room with an orgasm stuck in between its source and the exit. I pushed her back in the direction of her room, back to the good sex she was obviously having. I was enough of a friend to put my gloating and finger pointing on the backburner long enough to allow her to finish what she started. “Go,” I told her. “Don’t mind me. Finish. Someone should today.” Lyric looked at me in confusion again. We were standing outside of her bedroom by now. The door was cracked a bit. I could see Veronica sitting on Lyric’s bed, fully dressed with her head in her hands. I answered Lyric’s confusion. “I’ll tell you later.” With her head down, she walked back into her bedroom. “And I will talk about your ass later too. You know that, right?” “I know,” she whined as she shut the door. Then, to tease them further, I started my yelling again. “Heeeeeey, Veronica!!” I could hear her giggling on the other side of the door and Lyric’s reluctant groaning. “Hey, Tricey!!”
Total Book Experience 10/10
Plot/Storyline (structure)10/10
Writing (Errors) 10/10
Characters 10/10
Again-able 10/10
Emotion 10/10
Book Cover 10/10
Visual/ Illustratable 10/10
Addictiveness 10/10
Threshold quality 10/10
Unique 10/10
My favorite passage in this book:
An hour later, I was pulling into a parking space a few feet away from my building. I nearly skipped to the front door. I wanted so badly for Lyric to be home so that I could tell her all that I had experienced today: Damion, Vic, the game, the movie, the sex, and Tunde and his promises. I was excited, though I had only been pleased for the time it takes to snap your fingers. I was in the mood for gossip, Lyric’s smart-ass comments, and some drinks to put me to sleep from a very energetic day. She was home. The lights were on all over the house. Her shoes and purse lay on the floor in the living room. I never considered how quiet the house was. My excitement was taking over my senses. I ran into my room, dropped my purse and jacket, and kicked my flip-flops off. I never considered knocking before going into Lyric’s room because I never did. She didn’t have a man and when she did, she was always sure to call me or leave notes for me because she knew that I would have a free for all; walking through any door and saying any and everything, if otherwise. When I entered her bedroom, I almost didn’t recognize my friend. Lyric’s face was so far deep in this woman’s coochie that the only way she was recognizable was by the tattoo of a rose on her left shoulder blade. I shouldn’t have stared the way that I did. But imagine walking into your presumably heterosexual best friend’s bedroom and seeing some woman, one whom you were told was only a platonic friend, with her legs spread clear cross country and your best friend of fifteen plus years chewing down like she ain’t ate in years. I was stuck! I wanted to scream, but the sight I was seeing was so shocking and raunchy that it traumatized my usually powerful bark. They were so into one another and the orgasm that was stirring inside of them that they didn’t even notice me standing there watching the display that they were putting on. And it was a damn good display. I mean, Lyric was giving Veronica such good face that I wanted to tiptoe around the bed, tap Veronica on the shoulder, and ask her did that shit feel as good as her moans and praises were making it sound. Veronica’s moans were so damn animated that she could have taped them and sold them to a porno film company for voiceovers. Shit, I didn’t moan that way a few hours ago and I hadn’t had sex in a whole year. And I couldn’t imagine how Lyric was able to match Veronica’s tone seeing it as though her mouth was full. I didn’t even think that they would hear when my confusion finally crawled out of my mouth. “LYRIC?!” She jumped. Veronica jumped. My eyes themselves were telling Veronica and Lyric how I was feeling. I just couldn’t comprehend the sight of my best friend butt-ball naked with the juices of her meal all over her face. “Tricey,” Lyric begged. “OH MY GOD!!!!!” My screams were probably nerve-wracking to the both of them, but I couldn’t help myself. “ARE. YOU. SERIOUS?!?!?!” I was actually laughing hysterically. This was the icing on the cake of my day. Just to see the both of them struggle to put their clothes on, the way all their toys bounced all over the bed while they wrestled to detangle themselves from one another, was hilarious. “LYRIC?!” I was still screaming in laughter and confusion as Lyric was hopping into a pants leg. “I can explain.” “No, you cannot!!” I was still laughing. “Tricey, don’t.” Still giggling, I ran into the living room trying to take in the visual. “Tricey?” Lyric followed behind me in a bra and jogging pants that were on backwards. I couldn’t stop laughing. She pouted and folded her arms around her chest. I continued to tease and even pointed at her, “I cannot believe this shit!!” “I know,” she whined. Her whining made me feel bad for her. She looked confused, even with dried up sexual juices on her cheek. “Stop laughing.” She was almost in tears. I just stood there, looking at her with my hands on my hips, mouth to the floor, and eyes falling out of my sockets, focusing on the nut on her face. “Tricey, I’m sorry. Don’t hate me.” “Wipe your face,” I said with a laugh. She seemed to want to fold herself into a tight ball while she wiped her mouth with her hand. “Please don’t think that I’m nasty.” “Nasty? I think it’s a little freaky, but not nasty.” She looked relieved that I wasn’t under the impression that she was the scum of the earth since she’s sleeping with someone of her own sex. “Go,” I shewed her. Lyric looked at me with confusion as I continued. “Go! Go finish!!” Lyric was reluctant. She still wanted to stand there and be sure that I still loved her while some girl was shitting bricks while half-naked in her room with an orgasm stuck in between its source and the exit. I pushed her back in the direction of her room, back to the good sex she was obviously having. I was enough of a friend to put my gloating and finger pointing on the backburner long enough to allow her to finish what she started. “Go,” I told her. “Don’t mind me. Finish. Someone should today.” Lyric looked at me in confusion again. We were standing outside of her bedroom by now. The door was cracked a bit. I could see Veronica sitting on Lyric’s bed, fully dressed with her head in her hands. I answered Lyric’s confusion. “I’ll tell you later.” With her head down, she walked back into her bedroom. “And I will talk about your ass later too. You know that, right?” “I know,” she whined as she shut the door. Then, to tease them further, I started my yelling again. “Heeeeeey, Veronica!!” I could hear her giggling on the other side of the door and Lyric’s reluctant groaning. “Hey, Tricey!!”
Total Book Experience 10/10
Plot/Storyline (structure)10/10
Writing (Errors) 10/10
Characters 10/10
Again-able 10/10
Emotion 10/10
Book Cover 10/10
Visual/ Illustratable 10/10
Addictiveness 10/10
Threshold quality 10/10
Unique 10/10
September 21, 2019
Wow
This series was good. I enjoyed how these 3 women grew up and evolved. I remember those days when life was simple. I’ve sat in those seats those ladies are sitting in. Once again good book
This series was good. I enjoyed how these 3 women grew up and evolved. I remember those days when life was simple. I’ve sat in those seats those ladies are sitting in. Once again good book
March 26, 2014
This is a long series of stupidity. I'm all for the drama but at some point I need the characters to at least develop some since. I mean the series is 9 books long. How much low self-esteem can one read about. sheech!!!! After reading the synopsis for the remaining 6 books I just can't.
July 5, 2017
JUST (Epitome of Femistry Part III)
This was sad, but a very enlightening storyline. Karma is a mother and as people say what goes around comes around for Victoria & Taij. Wow!
This was sad, but a very enlightening storyline. Karma is a mother and as people say what goes around comes around for Victoria & Taij. Wow!
April 25, 2016
Great read
I always enjoy this series so going back to the beginning was so good for clarity. Definitely one of my faves.
I always enjoy this series so going back to the beginning was so good for clarity. Definitely one of my faves.
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