Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by keeping a low profile. She don't get caught up in the kind of business that comes with bodies, secrets, and street names that echo. But all it takes is one night-one favor for her best friend-to slide her straight into the orbit of Seven "Saint" Carter. Saint is discipline wrapped in menace. A man the streets don't just respect,they fear. The type Neisha promised herself she'd never look at twice. He doesn't chase, beg, or explain. Yet somehow, he does all of this for her. And when that calm, unreadable gaze settles on Neisha, her careful world starts to crack. Now Saint's patience is running out, Neisha's defenses are falling apart and the pull between them is starting to feel less like a choice and more like fate. He's trying to shield her from the life he lives. She's trying to decide if loving him is salvation or self-destruction.

"Solè, why'd you stay?" "Because, Zaire... you the first thing that ever felt worth staying for." ❀ 🝳 ❀ Harlem held the noise. Solè gave Zaire the quiet. Zaire Knox, Harlem's quiet storm, known for his ties to the streets and a gaze that read people faster than they could lie to him. Respected. Feared. Loved. With scars buried deeper than his tattoos, he never planned to love soft. Until a Harlem vinyl shop left behind by his late grandfather forces him to slow down, to breathe, to find his real purpose in the world beyond the streets. Solè Sinclair, soft but unbreakable, raised by her father after loss. By day, she serves warmth behind the counter of a café. By night, she disappears into her art, trying to paint the parts of herself no one ever sees. When their worlds cross, the city shifts. What starts off tense and unexpected turns tender. Together, they learn love can hold you just as fierce as the streets ever did, and softer, too. But love in Harlem always asks one question: what are you willing to risk when the heart wants more than the streets ever offered? A Harlem story. A hood love. A soft place to land. ❀ 🝳 ❀

Angel had endured the harrowing scars of abuse, feeling as though she had been left for dead in the shadows of her past. Yearning for a fresh start, she made the courageous decision to move away, embarking on a new chapter in her life as a dedicated nurse. In this new town, she not only discovered her passion for helping others but also crossed paths with the love of her life, a connection that reignited her spirit. Additionally, fate smiled upon her as she unexpectedly reunited with her long-lost best friend after a decade apart, bringing warmth and joy back into her life. However, just when it seemed that her world was healing, a dark cloud loomed overhead-her abuser was released from prison, threatening to unravel the life she had fought so hard to rebuild.

A lonley widow, Tamara James is struggling to make ends meet. With a daughter to take care of, and rent to pay, she knows time is ticking. She's hoping this new secretarial job will come with new opportunities, little does she know it'll open more doors than she thought. All rights reserved to Alexcia13© Disclaimer: I do not own any of the pictures or songs I put into this book.

"Guys like you don't go for girls like me..." "Good thing I'm not like most guys then, huh?"

"From Heartbreak to hope?" [Completed] After four years of dating the woman he thought was the love of his life , she leaves him during their wedding for another man. With nothing except pain and betrayal in his heart, Dominic Pierce decides relationship's are not his 'cup of tea'. Until he meets Tamika Hope, she's the best thing that's happened to him in five months, but she, too, has scars, a bad dating history, and she just wants to focus on her right now. Will he be able to love her in the same way he loved his ex-fiancé? Will there be 'hope' for their relationship when push comes to shove? ?Highest rankings? #1 in Caribbean #1 in Loveandlies #1 in Jamaica #1 in Lovehard #1 in Teenauthor #1 in Rebound #1 in Gunman #1 in creole #3 in NewAuthor #3 in Goodread #4 in Dealer

"When I'm with you, I get the feeling"

I was always lost on what freedom and love looked like. I thought it looked like moving away at first, then it turned into just being able to go into town without worry. After that it looked just like a man I used to know, and after he left. I had no idea what exactly freedom should look, taste, sound or smell like anymore. I thought I had everything I needed growing up, and that freedom didn't exactly matter. Why care about it, as long as we were locked away together? Now years and a few months later, I was forced to figure that out. What freedom looked like for me.

"𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬."

You keep me open I'm so devoted to you.