Kiera Michaels is a black sixteen year old player. Everything has been going her way. Up until now. She has suffered through the tragic death of her parents. Their death has pained her so much so that she ran away. Within the first night of her runaway, she is kidnapped. But she is not alone. Cyrus Preston is with her. Cyrus is unlike all the guys she has ever met. Despite the racial difference she seems at peace with him. He's been with the crazy lady, that took them both, since he was seven. Cyrus's body went through some changes and he is confused. He is even more confused when he becomes extremely attracted towards Kiera. What will he do know? What will she do? Can they find a way out? Will Kiera and Cyrus become more than just friends? Will it all end in blood or love?

"H-Huh?!" I screamed, clutching my towel tightly. "Y-Your the man I hit with my car earlier! How did you get in here?! I thought I locked all the doors and windows!" The same man from earlier, with jet black hair and glowing blue eyes, simply sat in my bathtub, completely naked might I add, and smirked at me with what one might describe as a confident and smug gaze. "You never told me what you wanted by the way." He snapped his fingers and a glass of wine suddenly appeared in his hand before I could even blink my eyes. "That's because I don't want anything! Now get out of my bathtub! No scratch that, get out of my house!" I could feel my cheeks burn as I backed away slightly. But before I could turn around and run out of my bathroom, he snapped his fingers and the door slammed closed. "Alright, if you aren't going to tell me what you want, then I shall tell you what I want." He stood up abruptly, and I could feel my eyes widen as I saw- [ Entire description in next chapter ;) ]

Life hadn't been kind to these very different souls one led a life of solitude and loneliness and the other lead a life of sorrow and bloodshed. They both new lost and they both new pain but what they didn't know was each other and when Lucas finds himself in deep trouble with law hot on his tail he takes refuge in the home of a lonely colored girl. When Navajo buried her parents she came to term with the fact she was alone and would stay that way, but when the handsome yet dangerous stranger breaks into her house she doesn't see a happy ending to her sad life. Now both these strangers are thrown together under one roof with only time on there hands. Can Navajo get past her fears and survive her stay with Luke or will his past coming get to them both.

Cover by: AutumnBlaze16 Everly Finley is a successful CEO that is missing one thing. A family of her own. Vincenio Sandrigo is a twenty-nine year old male who carries an excess load of baggage. These two find that their lives are being intertwined in the weirdest of ways. Is there a way that Everly could get her 'Colateral Exchange'? Or will there be something more that Vincenio may want from her? YALL. PLEASE KEEP IN MIND I WROTE THIS BOOK WHEN I WAS LIKE SIXTEEN. It won't be perfect and it's my first published story.

An interracial love story about two teenagers from two different backgrounds, as well as two different cultures, finding love.

Sneak Peek: He leans in, and kisses me deeply. His long, beautiful eyelashes tickle my cheek, just as I'd predicted when I first met him. His soft, full, lips envelop mine, but I don't push him away because he needs this. I need this. I want this. I bury my hands in his hair, and he starts to do the same, but then he hesitates. He's probably wondering if it's ok to touch a black girls' hair. I smile against his lips, and grab his hands and bury them in my braids. He smiles back, and runs his fingers through my braids. I'm starting to think that he's having more fun with my braids than with my lips but then he runs his tongue across my teeth. I open my mouth and he deepens the kiss. Our tongues dance and he nips at my lower lip. Kissing him is wonderful; he's probably the best kisser that I've ever encountered. So much for the stereotype about White people being bad kissers.