They moved to Jamaica at fourteen-two strangers, running from two very different hells. Strangers to each other, yet bounded by timing and fate. Kali fled a toxic home in Puerto Rico. One that look picture perfect on the outside. Adonis, a legacy in the making, wanted no part of his father's world. One photo changed everything. Adonis was hooked-until lies turned infatuation into deep-rooted hate. She never even knew his name. Years later, their paths collide during a heated altercation at a supermarket. Sparks fly-but not the good kind. Soon after, Kali transfers to Adonis's school and unknowingly steps into his friend group, setting the stage for a collision course neither of them can escape. Every glare. Every tense silence. Every accidental touch. It all builds into a dangerous chemistry neither of them is ready for. In a world where trust is fragile and love feels like war, Adonis and Kali must decide: will they destroy each other-or become each other's greatest salvation? Follow for more😉😉

N.B. : This is a historical based romance book! Meet her a quintessential goody too shoes, second-class black girl, parents married, traditional school. Navigating the constraints of societal norms. And then there's him the forbidden fruit she can't help but be drawn to. Cursed Rasta but coated Royal, they try to defy all odds pushing through the barriers that prevent their budding romance. Society against, parents against and discrimination heightened. Follow their powerful journey, reminding us that the hearts knows best-even when the world is against. He's nothing she should be looking at and so is she...

"Yuh love mi, Niyah?" He doesn't blink when he asks. His eyes hold hers steady, not playful, not teasing. Serious. Like the answer matters more than he's willing to admit. "Love yuh more than how mi probably love mi self." The confession leaves her soft but sure. And it's the truth. The love they share isn't built on convenience. It's built on history. On knowing each other's worst moods. On arguments that didn't end in walking away. ........ -dhxnleeee🤍'!

Tahje Love Walker is a 24-year-old cardiothoracic surgeon from the small community of Vanity Fair, Linstead. She grew up living a normal life with her parents and a sister close to her age. For most of her life, Tahje dreamed of becoming a lawyer, but everything changed when her mother was diagnosed with a serious heart condition. Determined to save people like her mother, Tahje shifted her focus and worked tirelessly, with the unwavering support of her parents, to achieve her new goal. Years passed, and now she is one of the top cardiothoracic surgeons at Kingston Public Hospital. Ashtrey Ja'ior Kestrel, a notorious 20-year-old contract killer, also grew up with a normal life. However, as the saying goes, friends can lead you astray, and that's exactly what happened to him. Known for his ruthless precision and multiple run-ins with the police, Ashtrey has somehow managed to avoid punishment time and time again. Whispers of corruption, police ties, and bloody payoffs follow him everywhere he goes. He is not someone who takes losing lightly, especially when it comes to what or who captures his attention. When Tahje and Ashtrey's worlds collide, secrets will unravel, loyalties will be tested, and their lives will change forever. Will they find a way to trust each other despite their differences, or will their collision lead to destruction for them both?

What is wrong with him? I hate that he stares. I hate the feeling it gives me. It's unsettling... Blood rushes to my face... my head... It's... nauseating. And inconvenient. If he would just stop staring, I could get on with my life and my time here. So what if we've met before? He can continue to ignore me as he has been. I can do the same with no problem. None at all. I just... I want him to look away. I need him to. So I can breathe.

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

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

From Disdain to Desire continues where Book 1 ends, in the aftermath of a night that shatters everything Shemar Dixon and Brianna Francis were building. The line between disdain and desire grows thinner, and the cost of misunderstanding becomes heartbreakingly real. Convinced he's been betrayed, Shemar walks away in anger and pain, leaving Brianna confused, broken, and haunted by words she never consciously spoke. As unresolved trauma resurfaces and dreams blur with memories, the truth becomes harder to untangle from misunderstanding. With love strained by silence, hurt, and pride, both must face what lies beneath their connection or risk losing each other forever. When desire is clouded by pain, will love still be enough?

At 23, Kayla Richards has her life in careful balance as an accountant, but it wasn't always this way. Two years ago, she broke up with her boyfriend, Andre Malcolm, a successful businessman, without ever explaining why. When she simply said, "I want to break up," he agreed, leaving their once passionate relationship in ashes. Now, as Kayla faces a personal crisis, she finds herself needing Andre's help. Their unexpected reunion sparks old feelings and unresolved questions. Can they navigate the dark, twisting path of their past and find a way to rekindle their lost romance, or will the reasons that drove them apart continue to haunt them?

"Move from in front a mi," I say. But it comes out softer. Weaker. More honest than I intended. I'd be on the first plane out of here tomorrow. Nothing that we've said in the past twenty minutes would matter once I am on that plane. We are tied to each other, and our pasts don't have to intertwine any more than they already have. He doesn't move. I step sideways. He mirrors me, like he's tethered to the same gravity. "Kymani-" "Selah" My name in his mouth feels like a dare. A part of me wants it to feel like a promise. I shake the thought. After what feels like a standoff written in the marrow between us, he finally exhales and steps back. Barely. But enough. I don't waste it. I slip from his hold, my heartbeat pounding in my throat, in my ears, in the soles of my feet as I bolt toward the door. I leave him there. Leave the house. Leave the heat still burning between us. And I run. Fast, desperate, the same way I did the first time I left this place. The same way I survived. I don't look back. Not at him. Not at the house. Not at the version of myself that's still trembling inside those walls. Not anymore.