Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by staying small. Head low. Mouth shut. No waves, no risks, no getting caught up in the kind of business that comes with bodies, secrets, and street names that echo. But all it takes is one night-one favor for her best friend-to slide her straight into the orbit of Seven "Saint" Carter. Saint is discipline wrapped in quiet menace. A man the streets don't just respect-they fear. The type Neisha promised herself she'd never look at twice. He doesn't chase. He doesn't beg. He doesn't explain. Yet somehow... he does all of this for her. And when that calm, unreadable gaze settles on Neisha, her careful world starts to crack. Now Saint's patience is running out. Neisha's defenses are falling apart. And the pull between them is starting to feel less like a choice and more like fate. He's trying to shield her from the life he lives. She's trying to decide if loving him is salvation... or self-destruction. Because in a world built on loyalty, violence, and revenge; love is the most dangerous thing you can touch.

Pushing himself from the door Gulian neared her, standing in front of her. "I want you to stop seeing 𝙝𝙞𝙢, that's what I want." Kyomi scoffed as she shook her head. "Why would I stop doing that? Just 'cause you call yourself asking nicely?"

"Solè, why'd you stay?" "Because, Zaire... you the first thing that ever felt worth staying for." ❀ 🝳 ❀ Harlem held the noise. Solè gave Zaire the quiet. Zaire Knox, Harlem's quiet storm, known for his ties to the streets and a gaze that read people faster than they could lie to him. Respected. Feared. Loved. With scars buried deeper than his tattoos, he never planned to love soft. Until a Harlem vinyl shop left behind by his late grandfather forces him to slow down, to breathe, to find his real purpose in the world beyond the streets. Solè Sinclair, soft but unbreakable, raised by her father after loss. By day, she serves warmth behind the counter of a café. By night, she disappears into her art, trying to paint the parts of herself no one ever sees. When their worlds cross, the city shifts. What starts off tense and unexpected turns tender. Together, they learn love can hold you just as fierce as the streets ever did, and softer, too. But love in Harlem always asks one question: what are you willing to risk when the heart wants more than the streets ever offered? A Harlem story. A hood love. A soft place to land. ❀ 🝳 ❀

A soft-spoken yet resilient young woman from the cool rural hills finds herself entangled with a feared Jamaican Don. A man who's hiding secrets, pain, and the part of himself that longs to escape it all. He's guarded. She's pure-hearted, but not naïve. Their worlds are night and day , yet something about her voice quiets the rage inside him. Something about his silence makes her want to speak even more. They meet in a small corner of Kingston, but their love is anything but small. Between the shadows of the street and the call of grace, can they rewrite their fates? Or will his past destroy the only light he's ever known? * Every event in this book is fictional and should be read with that in mind. * The author does not own any of the following pictures, music and media in this book. Completed ✅ July 15, 2025 When The Don Loves Quietly is a love story wrapped in danger, betrayal, and quiet devotion. Book 2: When The Don Breaks Quietly is now live.

'𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐮𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫'

I will cross the ocean for you I will go and bring you the moon I will be your hero, your strength Anything you ne- Scratch that No, the fuck I won't !

London is a young woman trying to find her purpose and reach her goals. She meets Kareem and her world is forever changed. See how the couple navigates through childhood trauma, grief, and walking fully into the individuals they were always called to be. Will they be able to make it through? Or will it all be over before it truly begins?

A Don with no concept of what love entails stubbles upon a Nurse who sets his heart straight.

Nyla Bridges has dedicated her entire life to becoming the best FBI agent the agency has seen. Working twice as hard because she's a woman... a black woman... to show that she is just as capable, if not more, than her predominantly white, male colleagues. After three years in the field she finally lands her opportunity. All she has to do is go undercover and take down New York's biggest drug distributor, Elijah Davis. Sounds simple enough, but it's everything but. She finds her heart and her mind wanting two completely different things and everything is at stake.

"You ever ran from one kind of trap just to land in another?" When Sarai Daniels escapes her abusive boyfriend in the dead of night-lip busted, ribs sore, and heart racing-she boards a Greyhound to Decatur, Georgia, with nothing but a prepaid phone and a prayer. Her only plan? Find the boy who used to share his snack cakes and defend her from bullies back in fifth grade-Eastland "East" Riggins. But East ain't a boy no more. Now, he runs his side of Decatur with silent power and sharp precision. On paper, he's the founder of a successful security firm. But in the streets? East's name rings out. And in his home-tucked in a quiet cul-de-sac off Wesley Chapel-he rules with discipline and devotion. When Sarai shows up on his doorstep bruised and broken, East takes her in without question. But it's not just him she's living with. Asha, his elegant and serene wife, greets her like family. Nyelle, the other woman in the house with the sharp tongue and mean walk, barely hides her attitude. It doesn't take long for Sarai to realize the truth: East doesn't have a wife. He has two. And the way they look at her? Like she's about to become the third. She came to Decatur for safety. But this house? This life? It's full of rituals, rules, and rewards. Asha cooks like a first lady. Nyelle handles the guns. And East? East listens more than he talks-and when he does talk, it's in a voice that commands obedience and melts resistance. He offers her comfort, control, and sensual discipline. But there's a price. In East's house, every woman belongs to him. And Sarai's body is starting to understand that before her mind can catch up.