They say love don't mix with violence. But what happens when a man with blood on his hands falls for a woman who teaches kids how to color inside the lines? Two people, two different lives, same kinda pain. He's the plug that don't touch product. She's the teacher that don't trust love. What starts as tension turns into temptation - but when feelings get involved and secrets start slipping, lines get crossed, boundaries get burned, and both of them find out just how far they'll go to protect what's theirs. This ain't no soft love story. This is Trigga. And once it's pulled... there's no going back.

Living in an age where sturdy relationships, true love, and soulmates are myths, destiny seems like a laughable concept. Mir and Gids, however, are unknowingly interlinked by the red string of fate. The red string theory, an ancient East Asian belief, suggests that those connected by a thread are destined to meet and profoundly impact each other's lives, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. This thread may stretch, but it will never break, ensuring that the destined connection remains intact... forever. The only downside to forever is- "You were never mine. Not back then and definitely not now." I half expected him to be throwing questions, what I meant or why I always said that but this time it was pin drop silent. Mi no mind mi just wah reach a mi yawd gate. His breathing remained the same steady pace even with my declaration. *Man deeven say peep* Normally he would. "Gids." The raspy tone pulled me from the mental file of the movies we made a few times. In this exact spot. "G..." I didn't answer but held my glare. "Bon..." the voice was slightly elevated. "Mir?" my voice shook a bit afraid of what his comeback would be. "First is forever."

"Being with a God-fearing man who prays over you is beautiful... but when that same man got you calling on the Lord for a whole different reason in bed? That's a different kind of spiritual experience..." - Amerei

Sanshanai Iverson is a struggling third year student at the University of the West Indies with a bright future drowning in student loans since the passing of her mother during her first year. With no back up plan, piling debts and the determination to finish her degree Shanai takes to the darker side of life to finish what she started, no matter the cost. Jordan Michaelson is a fresh deportee turned Don as he takes the reins of his Uncle's underground arms and drugs business in a country he'd only visited four times in his life. He carries around with him the weight of confusion and anger after six out of his ten year prison sentence for crimes he didn't commit, and he's bitter and resentful for it. But fate has something more in store when Shanai's and Jordan's paths cross once again after their very short tryst as teenagers that neither could forget. Now both their worlds are spinning on their axis and Shanai just might've bitten off more than she can chew dancing with the devil at night.

The official spinoff for the original book Inlove with my Neighbor. Narrating the life of the kids who have grown to battle the life they are birth into. "Low-key worked when it was needed." His palm rest at the side of my face. His thumb caress my jawline "Not right now though. Not when a woman like you with such artistic precision deserves to be shown off." Heaving a sigh, I start creating the many scenarios in my head of how my family will take this news. Wondering if the love we have is able to withstand the many obstacle that await us once we're out there. "Such perfection. Body like an easel. Your face... the perfect canvas. Your mind? IT hold many characteristics that's waiting to come to life." "The perfect Art weh nuh amount a price can sumn up its worth. For that, yuh deserve to be shown off. Publicly. Respectfully." Dumbstruck by not only his words, I become dazed when he slowly open my legs wide. His head follow suit. And where his lips end up, will eventually pull an answer from me that I might regret. A regret that will be worth it in the end. Maybe?

In the vibrant yet tumultuous streets of Kingston, Jamaica, Liam and Amalia navigate a world marked by both secrets, love and conflict. Liam, a talented musician, dreams of making it big but finds himself drawn into the violent underbelly of the city as he tries to gain recognition not associated with his father's name. Amalia, a defense lawyer somehow finds herself intertwined with the life that Liam has known all his life. THIS BOOK IS PURELY CARIBBEAN FICTION AND HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE CHARACTERS MENTIONED IN REAL LIFE. ENJOY, LIKE AND SHARE!

He is one of the most feared Don, built on blood, revenge, and silence. She is someone from a world he never planned to enter__or so it seems He doesn't plan to love. She doesn't mean to matter, but with enemies closing in and his past catching up, he must choose: FORGIVENESS or VENGEANCE. LOVE or LEGACY. RISE .....or FALL. Because sometimes, the most dangerous thing a king can do ....IS TO GIVE HIS HEART

Italia Reimagined Trapped in a toxic marriage, Italia finds unexpected love and healing in the arms of Dyani-a man who shows her what real protection feels like. But as passion and danger collide, she must fight for her future, her daughter, and the freedom to start over. Set in Montego Bay, this is a gripping tale of survival, love, and second chances.

Shakira & Zidane 🤞🏽🇯🇲 "Mi seh come inna di car," he repeated, his tone sharp and commanding. I stopped in my tracks, frozen by the tension. I could feel Austin's gaze burning into the side of my face. Mi weak out "W-we're... I stammered, suddenly flustered, "We're going to get food." "Mi will buy food fi yuh, go inna the car" he told me again. Kmt mi cyah bother enuh Maybe

Even though I don't look up right away, I feel him. His presence shifts the air, makes it heavier, like the sky right before a storm. A shiver runs down my spine, but I shake it off. I can sense he's here to handle our unfinished business, and I know he won't hold his tongue this time, not without our audience from earlier to keep him in check. "Why yuh really come back Jodie?" He's blunt, as always, and I can tell he's revving up for a fight. Him lucky. "I love Ms. Iva and I respect her for what she does, but dem neva send yuh gah school fi sell yam dung a market...Why'd you leave Kingston?" "I told you already, I'm using my PTO Knox" I dispose of the water into the grass, setting the wash basin up against the tank. He scoffs. "Liad, yuh done tell dah one deh already, betta yuh come up wid a next one." His eyes are daring, challenging me to come clean, but I can't. "Why you cyaa juss believe me? What's so suspicious about me needing time away from work?" I push past him, not yet ready to dive so deep into the unknown. He grabs my wrist, pulling me into his chest and trapping me there. The warmth of him seeps into me, setting off a fire under my skin. He doesn't ease up, but the pressure does something to me that I can't shake. I tell myself to take a step back, create some space, but I don't. I won't. "Because me know yuh, Jodie. Better than I know myself. I know you..." He presses his index fingers to his heart, his breath shallow as it cascades across my collarbone. "I thought we were better than this, I thought we could tell each other anything" I shake my head, my eyes closing as I inhale his scent, it's uniquely him. It's dangerous how familiar it is, how it makes my chest ache. I hate him for making me feel like this, I hate myself for wanting to be even closer than we are now.