"The rose that grew from the concrete"- Tupac Shakur In the ruthless streets of Chicago, Barack is a kingpin at the top of the drug game-untouchable, unstoppable, and uninterested in love. Kamala is the definition of boujee, raised in wealth and expected to marry into an elite family to secure her family's legacy. Their worlds should have never collided, but one reckless night at a party changes everything. Barack is drawn to her instantly, determined to make her his, but Kamala resists-until the undeniable pull between them turns her carefully planned life into chaos. As secrets unravel, love turns dangerous, and blood spills in the streets, Kamala is forced to choose: the life she was born into or the man willing to burn the world down for her. But love in the concrete jungle comes at a cost-will they survive it?

The man next door is smug, insufferable, and-according to her six-year-old, maybe her mom's future husband.

A forbidden attraction. A dangerous game. A line they should never cross. Katalina Morales wasn't looking for trouble when she walked into a Georgetown bar the night before her second semester started. But trouble had a way of finding her-this time in the form of a stunning, older woman with whiskey lips and a gaze that made her weak in the knees. A kiss, a tease, a game played between strangers. No names. No strings. Just heat. But when Kat stumbles into her Political Science class the next morning, hungover and late, she freezes. Because standing at the front of the lecture hall-poised, commanding, utterly composed-is Professor Kamala Harris. Her professor. Her one-night Kiss. Now, they're trapped in a game far more dangerous than the one they played at the bar. A game of restraint, of power, of knowing exactly what they want-but never being able to have it. Kat isn't the type to back down from a challenge. And Kamala? Kamala isn't the type to lose control. But the rules have already been broken. And soon? Neither of them will be able to stop.