𝒚𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒎? 𝒚𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒂? 𝒚𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚? 𝒚𝒖𝒉 𝒏𝒐 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅.

Armanii is Jamaica's newest dancehall star lighting up the charts and your TikTok feed, but don't get it twisted, he's over the "internet artiste" label and dead serious about proving he's the real deal. Behind the hype, the chains, and the stage lights? A man dealing with the cold, quiet side of fame. Then boom! Alisa Miller enters the chat. Straight out of New York, privacy and unbothered girl in her own lane. Love? Not on her to-do list. She's focused, intentional, and allergic to drama. So how do they end up next to each other on a flight to Jamaica? One little seat mix up and suddenly it's vibes, side-eyes, and unexpected sparks. She's not here for the noise, but Armanii? He's intrigued. One missed DM, one flight, and suddenly he's chasing more than just hit songs. Thing is, Alisa's quiet life and Armanii's loud world? Oil and water. Paparazzi, secrets, temptation, and trust issues? That's just Tuesday. But maybe, just maybe, the right kind of chaos can make the sweetest music. So buckle up because this love story is messy, magnetic, and way too real. And yuh see Armani and Alisa? Dem might just be each other's favorite Rough Patch.

"Yuh si how dis a bend due to pressure. Dih bredda hood deh gallang like rubber. Like the charger cord to how it flexible. Like old bed spring." Lucky put his hand on the table, elbows down and hands on his jaw, watching me. Molly had her eyes on the fork then back at my face. "Which eva man mih fuck a missionary mih duh first cause mih wah feel it up inna mih. The length, the width, him strength and how him can whine up inna mih or dig out mih belly." I listed. "Ehh!" Molly said. ------ Milani ran from Saint once, only to fall back in his life unexpected. She's more fun and outgoing, always making everyone laugh even when it's not intended. Saint is the opposite, he's quiet and always serious, but she's the only one who can tear down his exterior and melt his heart.

"wah mek me one suh salt? how mi reach yah suh? kelesi weh yah do yah suh... how mi drop mi guard and fall in love wid a murderer?" come along with kelesi to experience with her how one boy changed her life completely. This is a Jamaican novel about a girl who fell in love with a killer risking everything she had. This is the beginning of a *Soul ties*.

Meet Celest Lia, a regular-degular teen with a heart full of hope and promise. She portrays a peaceful character, free from drama and stress, until the day she cross paths with her wildest dream. Then there's Kevaun Wright, the exotic Don from Spanish Town, who lives life on his own terms. With a reputation for ruthlessness and a taste for the finer things, he's got a heart of stone and a penchant for danger. When their world's collide, the sparks fly. But Kevaun's world is not for the faint of heart. Can Celest tame his heart and pull his attraction and need for love? Or will she become his next conquest? Get comfy 'cause dah one yah nah guh normal!

Sariah Farguarson will be starting a new housekeeping job, after the break up of her seven years relationship, she was not looking for another nor a fling. She as four children and as a single mother, she was most definitely not interested in younger men. Earlan Bartley known as Alkaline is a popular dancehall entertainer, caught in his feelings for the very mature housekeeper, he was forced to face his feelings for her, when every woman was head over heels in love with him except for her. WARNING: This book contains Patois, sexual content and expletives. Cover design by @Lattysweets via Canva RATED : Mature. (Dual pov) Nov.12.2021 🔴FOR OPEN MINDED READERS🔴

My phone rings seeing zahirie's contact I don't answer but pressed declined, he calls two more times I declined each time Turning off my read receipts also. I search up a random video on Pinterest with a couple it looks like me but it's not "Enjoying my man's company," I post it turning my phone WiFi off closing my phone I placed it down Laying down i felt a rush of excitement . Getting up I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready for bed I hum Alkaline: Thug loving before exiting the bathroom i smile dancing around. I jump at the figure on my bed i touch the light switch "JESUS!," I exclaimed seeing an angry zahirie sitting on my bed with my phone in his hand. His eyes are red and low, he smells like a mixture of weed and expensive cologne Holding my chest as my heart pounds I don't move towards him. Getting up he comes over to me He grabs me by my throat not hard but so that I can feel a bit pressure "Who yah fuck wid,?" He asks his deep voice sending chills up my spine and down to my coochie. He reaches down touching my front He tilts his head "Betta," he says pulling away Weh him mean by dat? He grips my throat again giving me a look "Who dat yuh post,?" He asks as I don't answer he asks again this time voice getting deeper and grip tighter "A random video mi find," I say struggling to breathe he loosened his grip "Stop fuck wid mi yer," he says letting go of my neck moving towards the door "Suppose mi did ave man yah weh yuh woulda do,?" I ask he stopped turning towards me "Fuck around and find out," his tone is deadly and serious he sounds scary and the look on his face scares me "Turn on yuh WiFi and nuh decline man call ago call yuh as mi reach inna eh car doh mek eh phone ring out," he instructed leaving my room Not even a minute later he calls I answered on the first ring. His face comes in the camera as he smirks "Good girl," he stated driving off Wah kinda mad man dis mi go tek up pon mi head fada God?

A Jamaican girl dealing with childhood trauma finds herself with a Jamaican artist which she finds hard to trust....