There was a woman Born from a lotus Her heart was golden Deep as the ocean Until this one man He came and broke it Til it was open Just like a lotus Oh yes, There were explosions She found her focus The beast awoken.. - Jhené Aiko

Sarye "Riya" Knowles is a certified boss in every sense of the word. At just 32, she's built a brand from scratch after walking away from a toxic relationship and raising her daughter. By day, Sarye is a thriving entrepreneur running her own cosmetic company. By night, she's the unapologetic, witty voice behind the hit podcast "Pillow Talk & Real Sh*t", where she keeps it raw and unfiltered about love, relationships, sex - and why women need to love themselves first. She's known for her infamous line: "Sis... your man is NOT in prison! Stop glamorizing struggle love" Sarye knows the harsh reality of that life. But life gets real when her wild, brutally honest best friend and co-host Josalyn dares her - to write a prison pen pal. The topic? Whether love can really be found behind bars. Thinking it's harmless content and knowing full well it's against everything she believes, Sarye agrees. It's just a letter. A joke. A teachable moment. That't until she encounters Steffon "Street" Austin, a 35-year-old inmate serving time with 15 years left on his sentence. But what starts as playful dare quickly turns into long letters, raw vulnerability, and undeniable chemistry. Street isn't who she expected. Charming. Intelligent. Business-minded. A protective energy that makes her feel safe - even from behind bars. Their connection is instant but layered with complications. Soon, Sarye finds herself sneaking to the mailbox like a teenager, rearranging her beliefs, and questioning everything she's ever preached to her listeners.

Two friends who lost contact, will they ever find their way back to each other?

| Book 1 | Of The Wicked Games Book Series "I want you," I plead. "Mmh" he murmurs as he grabs my legs and pulls them down to the end of the bed. My breath hitches and my mind clouds with lust as he kisses from my ankle to my inner thigh. "Beg," he commands, grabbing me by the throat and squeezing. MATURE CONTENT! 18+ ⚠️

❝You can go fuck yourself, 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭.❞ The young man scoffs, a bitter laugh trailing from his lips as he lazily eyes her barely clothed figure, his cold eyes only showing an ounce of interest, a miniscule speck of desire. ❝Now why would I do that when I have 𝐲𝐨𝐮 here?❞ ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ What happens when the hot, rich, and very complicated All-Star football player cross paths with a dancer who makes him question it all? 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝟎𝟒/𝟏𝟓/𝟐𝟓

He closes in close enough that his lips grazed my ear as he spoke. "I think you do." he whispered, "I think you wonder how it feels." "Shut up," I breathed. He didn't. Instead, he crowded closer, his knee slotting between mine. "I think you wanna know how it feels" I shake my head. "To have lips kissing on your thighs," his finger grazes my knee. "To have a man lick and bite at your skin," his eyes fall to my trembling legs. "I think you want to know what it feels like to have every part of you screaming for them not to stop?" "I'm not-" I sucked in a shaky breath, my back pressing harder against the mirror. "I'm not doing this." My hands meet his bare chest. Stopping him. But he stays. "You want to though" 18+ MATURE CONTENT ⚠️