Ivy League doesn't do heartbreak twice. The 25-year-old NICU nurse learned her lesson the hard way with her politician ex, and she's not about to fall for another smooth talker in designer sneakers. Enter Kario Kingston - 30, tatted, flashy, and fine as hell. He owns a luxury car wash, a barbershop, and a tattoo lounge. And he knows exactly what he wants... until Ivy gives him her number one night - then blocks him the next. Now he can't get her out of his head. She's guarded, elegant, and lowkey about her glow. He's the center of every room he steps in. But when family cookouts, rooftop lounges, and not-so-accidental run-ins keep putting them in the same space... tension builds. And when Ivy gives him the cold shoulder, Kario decides to chase the one thing he's never had to earn before: a real woman's trust. This isn't just lust. It's a slow burn in the middle of a fast city.

She only agreed to the weekend because she needed a break from everything going wrong in her life. A house full of strangers, a world of wealth she has never known, and people she will probably never see again. Or so she thinks. Because somewhere between late night conversations and quiet moments away from the crowd, she catches the attention of a man whose last name carries influence across Jamaica. He is used to people wanting something from him, yet the one girl who does not seem interested is the one he cannot stop watching. What starts as a simple weekend escape soon turns into something far more complicated. And when two people from completely different worlds collide, the real question becomes whether fate is bringing them together or setting them up to fall apart.

She's falling for a man with blood on his hands, and doesn't even know it yet. "She taught literature. He lived war. Together, they wrote something neither expected: hope." His life filled with Danger, Mystery, Bussines, Cover ups and Rowan... Did love blossom in the most unexpected places? When they meet, something softens. But softness is dangerous in a world like his. This is not a promise of a happy ending. It is a story of wounds, of war, of trying to love through wreckage. And maybe, just maybe finding peace, even if it comes alone.. Like moth to a flame.. 18+ Highest Rankings 1st in Newwriter 1st in Niceness 1st in Caribbeanwriter 1st in Subtle 2nd in Don 4th in Jamaicanauthor 11th in Badman 2nd in Deceit 5th in gunsnroses

An innocent girl from Kingston never knew what love was until she got caught up with a Jamaican badman from St.Thomas..... Highest Rankings: #1 Caribbean #1Jamaican #1badman

Read and find out🫶🏽💋......

Ever been in the wrong place at the wrong time? Yeah... I have. Don't recommend. I'm Lue'elle, by the way, call me Lue. Elle works too, honorable mention to my 'mom' for the name. Now, for the juicier part. Giordano? Definitely not my cup of tea. Let's just say I didn't like him. At all. But life, being the cruel little joke it is, decided to throw me and him into the same orbit. As if fate, or some sadistic writer, was testing how much hell a person can handle before they snap. One night. Wrong place. Wrong time. Turns out, hating him was the easier part. Actually, whatever this is between us might just drag you straight to hell... and back. Elle. Xoxo. Ranking🥇 #1 in Caribbean #1 in Jamaica

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"Get in." A deep voice inside the car said. That made me back away even more. I was not about to get in a car with a total stranger. "Listen, I don't have any money, nor am I a prostitute, so please leave me alone." I said in a soft voice but loud enough for the driver to hear. Suddenly the driver's door open and someone exited the car, and stood directly at the car door. On closer inspection I noticed that the driver was the stranger from the park. "Get in." He repeated. "I'm ok here. Thank you though." He looked at me, almost as if he could see right through me. "Get in." He pissed me off then. "I said I'm fine here. You can leave now." As soon as those words left my mouth he was at my side gripping my wrist and pulling me towards his car. He then proceeded to push me inside the car as gently as he could while I violently hit him with my free hands. "Let me go you weirdo!" Ashley is a Caribbean born New Yorker with good friends, family and a good job. She lived what most people would call a regular life until she met a mysterious suit wearing handsome gentleman that spoke as little as possible to her. What changes will this stranger bring to her life? Chapter 17 or 18 may or may not be private. If it is, you'll have to follow me to read it.

Dr. Monáe Blackwell is a highly educated OBGYN, committed to her patients and her career. King is a younger slightly rude construction worker. ******************** I heard his footsteps behind me but I avoided him as I walked through the curtain and into the living room. "A you me a talk to enuh." "I'm not arguing with nobody's child." I said as I put on my shoes and walked out the door. I didn't notice that he was following me until I was at the gap in the fence. "Child? Mi a big man. Yuh think 25 a pickney?" Again I didn't answer. I focused my attention on the fence and tried to maneuver through the wire. Just my luck, the wires hooked the back of my leggings waist. "See it deh, you get hook. Mi just fi lef you right yasso." ********** This is a cutesy book!! Nothing tumultuous❤️❤️

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