She was broken, pregnant, and abandoned. He was grumpy, guarded, and done with love. But somehow, they became each other's safe place. When Amiyah Le'Rae Vynter's abusive ex finds out she's pregnant, he does the cruelest thing he can-kicks her out, leaving her homeless and heartbroken with nowhere to go. Carrying a child she didn't ask for but already loves, Amiyah vows to do everything on her own...until a caramel-skinned, tattooed stranger with a permanent scowl changes everything. Cassian Rhyse Holloway doesn't do relationships, and he definitely doesn't do drama. But when he sees a shivering, pregnant woman at a bus stop in the middle of the night, something inside him snaps. He takes her in, promising himself it's only temporary. Yet, the more he's around her-the late-night conversations, her soft laughter, the way his big hands fit over her growing belly-the harder it is to keep his distance. He's grumpy, overprotective, and quick to threaten anyone who even looks at her wrong. She's sweet, vulnerable, but stronger than she gives herself credit for. Together, they're messy, complicated, and falling for each other in ways neither expected. But when Amiyah's toxic ex tries to crawl back into her life, Cassian has to prove that he's not just her shelter-he's the man who's ready to love her and the baby she's carrying, no matter what.

After his brother gets shot and is stuck in a hospital bed till he recovers, Kyarie is stuck living with his brothers bestfriend. Only problem is, Kyarie has had feelings for Cameron for a while now. He doesn't know how to act when those feelings start to be reciprocated. Cameron learns how to deal with people softly, Kyarie starts letting someone see the hard parts of being him and through it all, they're dedicated to learning each other. "You know sometimes I wish I was different, normal like everyone else..." "Nah, then you wouldn't be you. And I love you."

Malik Archer is used to being watched. On the court, off the court, it doesn't matter. Discipline, faith, and routine keep him grounded, but none of that prepared him for wanting someone he can't afford to lose.

Arlo thought getting cheated on was the worst thing his ex could do. Then she told him she was pregnant. Now his life is filled with confusion, stress, and questions he doesn't have answers to. And just when he thinks things can't get any messier, he meets Amoura Cruz. Pretty, stubborn, emotionally complicated, and completely against dating a man with possible baby mama drama, Amoura tries her hardest not to fall for him. Too bad Arlo doesn't know how to stay away. Between sneaky link energy, constant tension, soft moments, and growing feelings, the two quickly find themselves caught in something deeper than either of them expected. But love gets complicated when the past refuses to let go.

Everybody expected Jalen Carter to crash out after prison. Instead, he came home trying to be a father. Trying to stay free. Trying to move differently. Trying not to lose himself again. But Amir Johnson makes that shit difficult. His best friend has been attached to his side since they were kids, still loud, still reckless, still the only person who can get under Jalen's skin without trying. And the closer they get, the harder it becomes to ignore the tension building between them. Now with his baby mama wanting their family back, old street problems resurfacing, and feelings neither of them knows how to handle... everything they built together could either save them- or destroy them..

After twelve years behind bars, Iman has learned to feel nothing. With only six months left on his sentence, the last thing he expects is a new cell mate who forces him to confront everything he buried for so long.

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

micah & amira

"𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐚"