Rose Bennett (19) Rose is the kind of girl who stands out even when she's trying not to. Her skin glows warm in the Kingston sun, her curls frame her face naturally, and her eyes carry both innocence and quiet fire. Life in the ghetto has toughened her, but it hasn't stolen her softness. With a voice that could silence a whole room, she dreams of making it out through music. To some, she's just another pretty face in the lane-but to those who really look, she's a rose blooming through concrete. Andre "Dre" Johnson (25) Dre moves with the kind of confidence that turns heads-and warns you not to cross him. Tattoos lace his arms, his locs are always neat, and his stare is sharp enough to make even his enemies step careful. To the streets, he's power, respect, and danger. To Rose, he's the man who sees past her pretty face and into her soul. Dre never wanted love-until he met the one girl who could break through the walls he built.

Six months ago, Imani-Marie Thompson's life fell apart. Now, she dances on the pole at Montego Bay's hottest club-not for fun, but to survive. Then he shows up. Rafael DeLuca-dangerous, powerful, and utterly captivating-watches her like she's the only thing in the world that matters. Survival was supposed to be her only goal... until desire threatened to consume them both.

He was her first love, her first heartbreak-and the father of a child he didn't even know existed. Years ago, when Kairo "Skippa" Johnson was just another schoolboy with a dream, he left behind more than he realized. Now he's one of Jamaica's hottest dancehall artists, living the fast life, while she struggles to raise a child in silence. But secrets never stay buried forever. And when their worlds collide again, sparks fly-along with the truth that could ruin them both.

"Why do you keep staring?" She shifted uncomfortably, tucking the loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Just observing." I smirked to myself. "There is not that much to see," She said, brushing her face with the back of her hand. Cute. So innocent and polite. If only she could read my mind, to have the slightest idea of the things I could do to her. The things I wanted to do to her. Jah know. All I could think about was how much I want to fuck her. It doesn't have to be permanent but I want to. To see what she's like when she's loose. Wah know if she have a sexy pleasure face...or sound as sexy as she looks. Mi wah know what it takes to push her to her limit. I want to know what turns her on. I want to break her...ruin her, even. ~ A chance encounter between Jardani, a 22-year-old Harvard student from Jamaica, and Gabriella, a 20-year-old Afro-Puerto Rican waitress, sets off a chain reaction of passion and self-discovery. Jardani, still reeling from a past love he let go, finds himself drawn to Gabriella's innocence and resilience. As they navigate their whirlwind romance, Jardani must confront his past mistakes and confront the uncertainty of their future together. Can Gabriella trust a man who has loved and lost before, or will his past lies, deception and betrayal define their relationship?

🇯🇲!! In this story, two teenagers meet by chance and instantly feel a spark that neither can ignore. As they spend more time together, sharing laughter, dreams, and insecurities, they realize their connection feels almost fated. But their budding romance hits a roadblock when they discover that their fathers were once bitter rivals. Despite this revelation, the two are determined not to let the past define their future. They refuse to carry the burden of their fathers' grudges, choosing instead to focus on their own bond and the special love they've found in each other. Through the highs and lows of growing up, they support one another, facing teenage challenges, family pressures, and personal growth hand in hand. Together, they learn about forgiveness, resilience, and the power of choosing love over resentment. Even as they encounter obstacles that threaten to pull them apart, they hold tightly to the love they've built, finding strength in one another as they transition from teenage dreams to the realities of adulthood. Their story is one of unwavering loyalty, of two hearts choosing to rise above the weight of family history to create a love story all their own. ( THIS BOOK IS PURELY FICTION!! )

The Hairstylist and the Don "I want you to come one hour earlier than we agreed," his cilent said "Why?" he asked "You know why," she said and he looked at the phone. He made a face and looked away. Den a wah she show him "I already told you I'm saving myself for marriage," he said A wah pop Wah him just say

Zurianne never imagined that saving her mother's life would cost her own freedom. Forced into an arranged marriage with Christopher Whyte the infamous Jamaican Don feared by many,she braces herself for a life of cold stares and ruthless commands. But when she meets him on their wedding day, he isn't the monster she expected. His eyes hold secrets, his touch isn't cruel, and for a moment, she wonders if the rumors were wrong. But Christopher is not a man to be deceived. Beneath his tailored suits and calm demeanor lies a heart as cold as steel. He knows exactly why Zurianne is here his wealth, his power, his connections. Love is out of the question, and trust? Impossible. She may wear his ring, but she'll never have his heart. In a world where loyalty is everything and betrayal is a death sentence, Zurianne must decide: play the game or risk losing everything, including the man she swore she would never love.

The exciting journey of Dwayne and Chanize, the perfect working-class "inner city" girl who fell in love with a Jamaican Don. But is the heart of a Jamaican Don capable of loving? (IT FULLA MISTAKE... SOON EDIT IT!!) This is a fictional story with fictional characters, I am justing living in my own lil head, so police... Don't come haul n pull me fi ntg weh me write. I don't own copyright to the audio and images used. #1 Callcenter #1 Jamaica #1 Gangster #2 Jamaican #1 Caribbean # 1 Exotic

Dejah has never been an outspoken person. Some see her as an introvert, and some see her as a nerd. Her timid nature makes her look weak, and her viridity makes her soft. Or is this all a facade to hide who she truly is? As the quote says, "Looks can be deceiving."

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she fought to keep her composure, her body trembling with the effort of stifling her sounds of pleasure. Dante's lips curved into a smirk as he felt her struggle, his control over the moment evident in every movement. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Dante ended the call with a smooth and final tone. He placed the phone aside, his focus entirely back on Amara. His eyes locked with hers, filled with a possessive intensity that made her heart race. "Now, where were we?" he whispered, his voice a seductive promise. His hands resumed their exploration with renewed fervor, his touch a blend of dominance and tenderness that left Amara breathless.