Yanna "Babydoll" Hill has it all-money, beauty, and the kind of privilege that makes the world bend at her feet. As the spoiled daughter of one of Manhattan's richest men, she's used to getting what she wants... except when it comes to her love life. Forced into a fake relationship with Wyatt, the golden boy from another powerful family, Yanna is miserable, rebellious, and ready to risk it all-especially for the right woman. Enter Ren. A 6'0 ex-military bodyguard from Louisiana, Ren is assigned to shadow Yanna's every move after one too many reckless nights out. She's all discipline, muscle, and mystery, and she's making it very hard for Yanna to behave. Between sneaking out to wild parties, dodging her overbearing father, and dealing with a boyfriend she never wanted, Yanna finds herself caught in a game of tension and temptation with the one woman she shouldn't want. But what happens when "babysitting" turns into something else? And when Wyatt starts to notice that Yanna's attention isn't on him anymore, things get dangerous. In a world where image is everything, power is dangerous, and love is a luxury, will Yanna play by the rules-or will she finally take what she wants? WLW urban lesbian blacklove gxg

𝖨𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝖳𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖽𝗈 𝖨 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎

❝𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬𝙨... 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙢 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨, 𝙞 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ❞ 𝐄𝐒𝐓. 𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

"Ju, I can't take anymore heartbreaks..." "You ain't gotta run I'm here to help you..." --- "Every bond comes with a price, some more than others..." "What you understand, I don't have to explain..."

𝐂𝐡𝐲𝐧𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐣𝐢𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 & 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 ꨄ #𝟒 𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐭 - 𝟏/𝟓/𝟐𝟓 #𝟑 𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐭 - 𝟏/𝟕/𝟐𝟓

She runs a luxury beauty lounge. He runs routes in the NFL. When soleia Carter and Jeremiah smith cross paths, neither is looking for love - but the chemistry? Instant. She's not impressed by status. He's tired of women chasing his name. But the more they collide, the harder it gets to stay in their own lanes. Because some games aren't played on the field... and hearts don't always follow the rules. 🥇#1 in athlete 🥇#1 in latto 🥇#1 in black fiction 🥇#1 in Atlanta 🥇#1 in entrepreneur 🥇#1 in Jeremiah smith 🥈#2 in romance fiction #4 in urban fiction

"𝒔𝒐 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕, 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆."

Murda got ops in every direction, and Taya gotta adjust to loving a man who might not come home one night. The streets talk fast. One day you're in love, next day you trending for all the wrong reasons.

"𝙄𝙛 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚, 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙'𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧."

Ja and Dess had been inseparable from the moment they met in college. What started as a friendship quickly ignited into a love neither of them saw coming. They were young-perhaps too young to understand the weight of what they truly had. Then Ja's betrayals shattered everything. For Dess, walking away was the only way to save herself. For Ja, losing her sent him spiraling into a world of regret, excess, and self-destruction. Now, five years later, fate has brought them back to the same crossroads, caught between what was and what still might be. When their paths cross once more, old wounds resurface, and the weight of unspoken words lingers between them. Dess has built a life without Ja-one that doesn't revolve around heartbreak and second chances. She has convinced herself she has moved on. Ja has moved on, too-at least in some ways. He's a father now. His daughter, Kaari, is the one pure, beautiful thing to come from the years he spent trying to be with someone else. But he never loved Kaari's mother the way he loved Dess. He couldn't. Because even after five years, after all the mistakes and all the time lost between them, Dess still owns his heart in a way no one else ever could. In this sequel to Wrong Kind Of Right, Ja and Dess find themselves questioning: Is love ever truly lost, or does it simply leave behind pieces-residuals of what once was, waiting for the right time to find its way back?