Wendy Williams is a nationally syndicated, two time Bestselling author and the undisputed "Queen of Radio". Wendy is giving up the dirt in her new installment "RITZ HARPER GOES TO HOLLYWOOD"…This book is juicy drama, and telling it like it is, like only Wendy can. From "outing" your favorite Hip-Hop artists, (How u doin') to ending Celebrities careers,  and all with her mouthpiece. Well, she's off to Hollywood dealing with the hottest players and heavy hitters in Tinsel Town.

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Chapter 1, RITZ HARPER GOES TO HOLLYWOOD!:

Six months later…

The brass urn was positioned on a table in the bay window in the seating area of Ritz’s bedroom suite. It sat as a rare artifact, a showcase piece. It had replaced the bassinet that had held court there for so many months until her uncle Cecil begged her to get rid of it.
“Baby, you have to move on,” he told her. “Please, Ritzy. Give it to charity. You can’t keep torturing yourself like this.”
“Yes, I can,” Ritz said to herself.
So she replaced one symbol of the only thing she ever truly loved with yet another. Ritz allowed Uncle Cecil to pack up the baby’s bed – along with the baby clothes, the Tiffany’s silver baby rattle, and the hundreds of other gifts Ritz had received from colleagues, acquaintances, and even fans. He packed it all up and sent it off to Goodwill. But Ritz would never let go of her little girl.
She walked over to the window, picked up the brass urn, and held it. She put it to her ear and shook it gently. It sounded like a baby’s rattle. Hard particles were among the ash. She wondered what those things were. Little bone fragments? Tiny teeth? One day, perhaps, her curiosity would get the better of her, and she would open the urn and see what was inside. She would touch what was in there, hoping to feel something again.
She thought about her baby, who shared her face, right down to the dimples, and what she might have wanted to be. Would she have been smart, a doctor or scientist perhaps? Would she have been an actress or a model? During those months after the birth of her child, Ritz had made so many promises. She was going to be there – her career would take a backseat.
She was going to raise her child. There would be no nanny. She was going to teach her how to count, how to read. Ritz imagined all of the mother-daughter conversations she would have with her daughter about life. She would tell her everything she needed to know, and it wouldn’t be old-fashioned, keeping secrets the way she was raised. There would be no secrets. But none of that was to be.
The last six months has been tough – watching her baby girl fight daily for her life while hooked up to machines, being probed by doctors and specialists. None of them had given her more than a few weeks. It was a rare disease that no adult survived, let alone a baby. Yet four months later, Little Madalyn Harper was still holding on – a fighter, just like her mother. But she lost her battle.
And Ritz almost checked out with her baby. It was that last card atop a house of cards that threatened to crumble Ritz’s entire world.
“What doesn’t kill you will only make your stronger,” Aunt Maddie had told Ritz on so many occasions that Ritz thought her aunt had created the phrase.
Still, Ritz couldn’t get out of bed for two weeks. She was practically catatonic. And every day she remained in bed, another piece of her heart calloused over until the whole thing was just one hard shell.
Nothing could penetrate Ritz Harper’s heart again. Nothing was left to hurt – making her more dangerous than ever. She had nothing real to live for, but got up out of bed under a new kind of energy. It wasn’t quite revenge. Because whom would she be getting back at? God? Perhaps. But it was close. She got out of that bed with a new drive, a new determination that could not be stopped. Her career – the one she was willing to walk away from when Little Madalyn was born – would now become her baby.
Ritz Harper would feed and clothe it, put everything she had into it. She would be back on top. And she had a lot of work to do.
So on this night, Ritz would reveal her bold career ambitions to Chas; and if Chas wasn’t on the same page, he could keep it moving.

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