What a sexy body he possessed and I wanted it to be mine. After all this time and now I was finally noticing. I wanted to kick myself for being so stupid and oblivous. He would be mine even if the only obsticle was me and if someone or something tried to take him from me, well that would be the end of them.

Tracey came from a home with an abusive mother and a rapist for a stepfather. When she falls in love with kingpin Raheem, she is intrigued by the life, money, and items he can provide for her. She will do anything to make sure nobody messes with her man or money. Tracey is a Down Ass Chick. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used factiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and not intended by the author. Copyright © 2013 by xxmuahmuahxx All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Conventions as well as the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the publisher.

Rosie never really had to ask for anything that she received; she certainly did not ask to be a princess. She knew wasn't princess material, and she knew never would be. She'd always dreamed of being someone else - anyone else - that was, until she met Louis, a guy who taught her how to love her life the way it was. But being a princess was far from easy, especially when you're dating a world famous pop star. She should've known that before she found myself tangled inside of the biggest mess imaginable... while dating a world famous pop star. Fantastic. *I could be your perfect disaster; you could be my ever after.* [WINNER of Mini Watty Awards UG Louis category & Catchiest Title!]