Imani Brooks is quiet, untouchable, and everyone knows her name... but no one knows the truth behind the Brooks Circle. Brooklyn Reyes is chill, clueless, and thinks she's just met another senior-until Imani pulls her into a world she can't fully see. Late nights, laughs, and a connection too intense to ignore... but how far can Brooklyn go before the line between trust and control is crossed? - Was #1 in #blackgxg Was #2 in #urbangxg Was #4 in #femxfem

Short Preview: Her breath hitched as she looked up, her gaze finding Remi's face in the candlelight. The soft glow brushed against her cheekbones and lines of her scars. Nova's heart clenched, her throat tight as realization washed over her. Nova didn't see Remi as something small or distant. No, Remi felt infinite. Endless. She wasn't the moon in the sky. Or the stars. Remi was the whole damn galaxy. . . . In 2074, a catastrophic A.I. failure shattered the world. Cities crumbled, nations vanished, and what remained of the United States retreated beneath a single fortified Dome-humanity's last sanctuary. By 2242, life inside the Dome is rigid, monitored, and suffocating. Beyond its walls lies a mutated wasteland where nothing survives for long. Each year, twenty-five citizens are chosen and sent outside. None have ever returned. But this year, the Dome's perfect lies begin to crack. The Chosen are about to uncover a world far more dangerous-and far more alive-than they were ever allowed to believe. Out there, truth is poison, loyalty breaks easily, and love can become the most lethal weapon of all. Because once you step beyond the Dome, survival isn't guaranteed. And neither is who you become. . . . (This story contains a wlw/gxg/lesbian love story. It is a slow burn, but I promise that it's epic!) #1 under #wasteland 10/17/25

It was supposed to be just a nail appointment. Quick set, sit down, pick a color, scroll your phone... leave. But the vibe? yeah... that shit ain't leave with her. At nineteen and twenty, two fems cross paths-one behind the nail table, one in her chair. What start as small talk turn into rebooks... then texting... then them late night conversations that be having you smiling and kicking your feet like wtf. In a city where everybody got options and bitches be moving funny... it hit different when somebody feel genuine. Now they both stuck tryna play it cool... knowing damn well it ain't just a vibe no more.

What will happen to Hannah Bellamy when the singular light in her life is blown out by her own questionable actions? Will she be able to rise to the occasion and play a beautiful symphony? Or will she allow the Broken Cords silence her forever?

"𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧."

"𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖺' 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝖾𝗌"

"You're waking up," I whisper, my hand splayed across her chest, just above the beat she forgot to feel. "I knew you'd crawl back to me." She grabs my wrist. Hard. Pain sharp and electric up my arm. I almost laugh. "There's my sparx," I whisper. Her grip is fire now. Her breath ragged. Her skin trembling beneath mine. "I don't want this," she breathes. "Oh baby, but I know you do." ------ A sociopathic arsonist, hell bent on revenge and a sweet delusional psychopath. What more could you ask for? In order to get revenge on those who have wronged her, 19-year-old Seraphina Reed burns down her childhood home with her parents inside. She is a witty, strong-willed woman who doesn't tolerate shit from anyone, anymore. Viella Iverson, despite her kindness and sweetness, is a pushover. She maintains a facade of being a decent person, but her true self fights to come to the light. She's hiding something or is she hiding from someone? --------------- AWARDS #1 Arsonist 1/18/2026 --------------- -Mature Explicit Content -Dark Romance -Slow Burn -Criminals -Mental Hospital -Found Family -Anti-hero

The streets don't love her like she does. ⚠️Mature/ New Adult (18+) Copyright © 2025 by LezLane All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means-electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise-without the prior written permission of the author, except for brief quotations used in reviews or scholarly works.

He scoffed, " Ion even be wanting to argue wit you, you just like starting shit." I scrunched up my nose, " Me? Half of the time you're the one starting stuff. It's always you, Miguel." He says nothing, only looking at me as if I had six heads. Sighing Frustratingly, I throw my hands up. " You know what? Forget it." I said, chuckling bitterly. I grab Eudora's jacket from the chair, but he grabbed my wrist. I narrowed my eyes at him. " Let go," I demanded. He shook his head, standing up to his full height. " No, you not goin anywhere." He says in a low voice. " Why? I'm trying to have a conversation with you but it's clear that I'm taking up your time, so I'm done. The only reason I wanted to talk was for the sake of the kids, but you know what? You can go to hell. I can't even believe I agreed to this damn play date anyway, Now let me go." I snapped, pulling at my wrist again. " We not done until I say we are," Miguel said calmly, keeping a firm grip on my wrist. Before I could control myself, My hand reached up and slapped him across the face, the noise echoing off the walls. " Fuck you," I spat. _____________________________________ Previously known as " Take a shot for me" Written in 2022.