"You're looking at the door like there's something out there better than what's right here in my arms."

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"

UNDER EDITING!! BOOK 1 In the depths of his desires, a tempest brewed, fueled by an irresistible longing that defied reason and ignited a primal, consuming need. Dis gay (; First book❗❗