Did you know that I'm also a published author? My latest book is Madame Coca'ina: A Queen Pin's Story and here's the synopsis:



Josefina Borrego, also known as Ju-Ju, is a 27-year-old mixed heritage queen pin hailing from the streets of Newark, currently incarcerated at the North Carolina Correctional Institution for Women. Before her incarceration, she lived a life filled with money, power and excess. Growing up as an only child to Josef Borrego, owner of Jose's Auto Body, a lucrative chain of auto shops spread out all over the country, Josefina was accustomed to doing things on her own terms. At the tender age of thirteen, her uncles Pablo and Alejandro secretly inducted her to the family business, which was running cocaine and heroin on the streets of Newark. Ju-Ju embraced her life as the connect, first at her high school, and again as she attended college at UCLA. As a chemistry major, Josefina quickly mastered a concoction of chemicals that, when mixed with cocaine, was more potent than anything on the streets. Only selling to an exclusive client list, she quickly earned herself a reputation as the connect for the states of California and New Jersey.

A trip to her father's home country of Columbia established her reign as Madame Coca'ina, the Queen of Columbia. Her Abuelo taught her everything she needed to know as a queen pin before his untimely death. The simultaneous death of her father left her with his legacy of repair shops from Maine to California. After graduating with a master's degree in Biochemistry, and with an eye for all things money, Ju-Ju ran a successful automotive chain while supplying the streets at the age of 22. With her man, Montrell, by her side, they quickly established a network of kingpins whom they supplied their exclusive mix of illegal substances. Forever the entrepreneur, Ju-Ju set up illegal shop in each state where she operated legal businesses. She quickly became a force to be reckoned with once she decided to step into the life of a female pimp.

The beginning of the end for her came when she caught her fiance cheating. After leaving him and returning to her South American roots, Ju-Ju resolved to live life without her first love. A pregnancy caused her to put her pride to the side and let love thrive. At the wedding of her good friend Phoebe, she finds out that there may have been more to Montrell's cheating than she knew, which may have a domino affect on life as she knows it. Is Ju-Ju overreacting, or does someone close to her have ulterior motives? Find out as she tells her story behind bars of her life as Madame Coca'ina, the Queen of Columbia.


Here's a sneak peek:

Right when he had her within an inch of her life, he grabbed her ass by her neck and dragged her over to the couch where we were. Ahora pido disculpas a mi princesa (Now apologize to my princess)! he screamed as the prosthetic baby bump fell from underneath her dress. I knew that b*tch wasn't pregnant. And I'm sure Papi knew too, but he wasn't saying anything. Especially if her mouth skills were as legendary as I heard they were.

Face bloodied and lips swollen almost shut, Elaine lifted her head and looked at me with two black eyes. "I'm..." I stood up and turned around, bending over to give her my ass. "Apologize now." " I'm sorry Josefina," she cried softly. "You gotta pucker up, boo. It's not official until you do." Elaina kissed my left ass cheek. "Next time you decide you want to play with a man's livelihood, b*tch don't. Especially when you don't know what his family is capable of," I said as I turned to take my place on the couch.

Papi whistled, and two burly men appeared from nowhere. "Take this b*tch outside and dump her near the trash," Papi growled as he held in another cough. The men picked up Elaine's body and escorted her to the garbage can on the side of the house. Papi sat next to me and patted my knee like the gentleman I've known him to be most of my life, when someone hadn't pissed him off. "So Josefina. To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" he asked.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. It's one thing to be the most powerful woman in North and South America at the age of twenty. It's a whole different story when you have to explain it to your Papi who told you not to engage in illegal activity. "Well Papi, I went to see Abuelo in Columbia," I began.

Papi got comfortable. "That's good, you need to have a relationship with family. How is he?"

"He's good. He asked about you."

"Did you tell him I was fine?"

"Of course Papi. But the reason I wanted to talk to you face to face is because he gave me something that I think you should know about."

Papi's expression changed, and I couldn't read what was going on behind his eyes. "What did he give you Josefina?"

"Well Papi, Abuelo gave me the family business. I'm the.."

"Madame de Cocai'na. La reina de Colombia. ?Es eso correcto (Madame Cocaine. The Queen of Columbia. Is that right)" Papi snarled.

"Papi I didn't ask for this, Abuelo offered it and told me I couldn't say no. What other choice did I have?"

"Is that right, Josefina? Tell me this: how did the Newark police know to raid my house back when you were still a child? Why did the neighbors say that you sold coke to their children in high school? And why were you always around Pablo and Alejandro? You think I don't know what you were doing!" he screamed.

"Papi this isn't my fault! If you want to point some fingers, point them at yourself! Who left me with Pablo and Alejandro? Where were you when I was in high school? I can count on one hand how many times a year I saw you! I'm surprised you made my graduation!" I screamed back at him.

Papi stared at me as if the reality of the situation just hit him fully, and lowered his head onto his hands. "Josefina, Papi is so sorry! I'm so, so sorry! This never should've happened. If I wasn't here chasing women and actually spent time with my princess, you wouldn't be in a situation that can get you killed."

"Papi I promise nothing will happen, you'll see. Nothing happened to Abuelo, right?"

Papi stared me deep in my eyes, which was completely out of character, even for him. "Josefina listen to me. Being a drug dealer may be all fun and games to you, but the reality of it is that as soon as you package up that first kilo, as soon as you flip that first pack, as soon as you start carrying that gun for protection, you're putting your life at risk. You're opening yourself up for every rival, crackhead, or hitman to potentially blow your head off like you're a piece of sh*t. I've seen up close what it does to people and I never wanted that for you. That's why I never dealt in the business. I never got my hands dirty."

"But Papi, Pablo and Alejandro..." I began.

"Pablo and Alejandro are my brothers. They don't bring anything into my businesses; they just need something to justify their income. If push came to shove, I could always pretend like I didn't know what was going on. Trust me, princess, the way I have this whole thing set up, I can easily shift the blame to someone else and slide from underneath it without a smear on my name. But once you find yourself on the wrong end of a bullet, or even a DEA investigation, then what? A snitch doesn't give a f*ck about you; they only care about their asses. And whether you end up with a bullet in your throat or on the ass end of section 848 of the controlled substances act, a snitch is only out to save their ass." Papi lectured.

He definitely gave me something to think about. But as I pondered my situation, I realized that his speech came too late, my name already struck fear in the hearts of men back on the east coast, and I was making a name for myself in California. Since Abuelo already introduced me around to his crew in Columbia as the new Queen, it was past the time for me to step back and say no, I was already getting to the money. Before I even had a chance to lose my virginity, I already pledged myself to the criminal lifestyle. I would always be Madame Cocai'na, married to the game.

I put my arms around him and we embraced for eternity. I missed this, holding my Papi in my arms and inhaling his scent: Gucci cologne and gunpowder. Papi smelled different this time though. There was a subtle smell underneath his usual aroma that concerned me, mainly because it was very familiar to me. "Papi, how long have you had this cold of yours?"

 "For about a month now. Don't worry princess, I've been going back and forth to the doctor, and he gave me something for it. I'm feeling a lot better now," he coughed.

"How about we just take a quick ride to Jersey to see your regular doctor, Papi. Just to be sure everything is ok," I advised. "I'd feel better, especially since I only have one father."

"Josefina, I could never deny you anything. If that's what you want, that's what I'll do," Papi patted my hand and smiled at Elaine feverishly slapping the sliding glass doors leading to the patio.

"Monte, be a love and help Elaine out," I whispered in his ear. Monte got up, walked onto the patio, and kicked Elaine into the infinity pool, holding her head underneath the water until she stopped moving. "B*tch," I muttered underneath my breath. Turning back to my father, I spoke. "Where's the bathroom father?"

"There's one down the hall to the right. The maid will show you where it is," he replied as he turned his attention to Monte. "You take care of her, hear me good son. She may be the Queen, but she's still my princess..." his voice faded as I walked further down the hall.


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An Introduction to the mind of Fatima Munroe

Hello, and welcome to my blog! I am urban fiction author Fatima Munroe, and as of this writing, I have five and a half books (I co-authored a book with a few AMAZING authors), available for purchase on both Amazon and Barnes and Noble websites.


I started writing last year (2014), mainly random notes to myself. At the beginning of this year, I experienced a tragic personal loss that left me devastated. At that moment I realized life was too short to not act on my dreams. Grabbing my laptop one weekend, I sat down and wrote a short story about a young woman who grew up too fast on the west side of Chicago. Didn't think anything of it, initially. Sent the story out to my family members and got their thoughts on it, and got a lot of positive feedback.

At this point, I stopped and prayed. I looked for a sign from the Creator as to whether this was the road that I needed to travel. Did I want to pursue a career as an author? What if I failed? What if my books didn't sell? What if I got no response?  I felt the answer once I looked inside of myself, when I removed the doubt. I took that answer and sent my short story out to a couple of boutique publishing houses and I waited. Waited for a yes, waited for a no, waited for anything. The next day, I received a response from one, and a contract from the second. Talk about divine intervention! I called everyone I knew and gave them the good news. Later on that day, I received a second contract via email.

I sat down at my desk and scrutinized both. Closing my eyes and giving thought to the possibility of being a published author, I signed with the company that I felt in my heart would grow my career. Not to say the second wouldn't, I still follow their work and they're doing exceptionally well. What about the third, you ask? The third is making great strides in the literary world, and I am still one of their biggest fans.

There's a lot more to our genre, Urban Literature/African-American Fiction/Women's Literature/Street Literature, than the literary world knows. On one hand, the average consumer sees our covers, reads our synopsis, and assumes that whatever is contained behind the cover is trash, garbage, and that's all that we know. As evidenced by our sales, we, as artists in our craft, as entertainers of the masses, we also can spin a tale of love, loss, longing, and want. Our readers message us and ask when is the next installment? They identify with our characters, because their mannerisms mirror theirs. We know through our reviews whether or not we've touched a nerve or need to go back to the drawing board. We take the good with the bad and we grow, we change, we adapt.


The urban fiction genre has continued to flourish, grow, and thrive. As both an author and an avid reader, I look forward to being a part of a genre that is growing momentum every day. And, at the end of the day, it's just fiction....


Thanks for reading! Stay tuned for an introduction to a few of the faces of urban fiction...