Jasani Bennett has lost everything - his baby mama to an overdose, his faith in women, and now his home. All he has left is his four-year-old son, Sincere, and the cold streets of Chicago in December. When the snow turns to freezing rain, Von's pride nearly costs them shelter until Jailyn Wilson, a stylist stuck in Chicago for the holidays, sees them outside as she's driving back to her Airbnb. Against her better judgment, she lets them in for the night. What was supposed to be one night turns into days as Jasani struggles with his trust issues and Jailyn struggles with her loneliness. The tension builds as she teaches Sincere the joy of Christmas while slowly breaking through Jasani's walls. But the question is - will Von let go of his pain and accept that maybe, Christmas didn't just come to Chicago, it came to save him?

"Get the fuck away from me!" she snapped, trying to shove past him, but he caught her wrist with ease, yanking her right back. "Nah, ma," he murmured, tilting his head, eyes locked on hers like he was studying every little reaction. "You ain't happy to see me?" She swung at him. Hard. The slap echoed through the bathroom, her palm stinging from the impact. His face barely turned, but that smirk never left. If anything, it grew. "Awww, you mad?" He licked his lips, his gaze dragging over her like he was enjoying every second of this. "Damn, you look sexy as fuck when you mad." Tsunami felt her stomach twist in fury. "Fuck you, Dayvon," she spat, using his real name with pure venom. "You lied to me. You used me. You killed my father." His expression didn't change. Didn't flinch. He just looked at her. Calm. Confident. Like she still belonged to him. "I told you before, ma," he said lowly, stepping closer, forcing her back against the counter. "You mine. Ain't no distance, no time, no nigga gon' change that. So you can be mad all you want-yell, scream, slap me again if it make you feel better. But that don't change shit." Tsunami Corletti's new roommate is dark, dangerous, and hiding more than she could ever guess. Drawn to his secrets, she finds herself torn between her instincts as a mafias daughter and an undeniable attraction to the man she knows she shouldn't trust. But as she gets closer, Tsunami realizes she's in deeper than she ever intended-because her roommate isn't just a mystery; he's the city's most wanted kingpin. 2/8/25 Cover by the lovely: Zariyahjnovelty

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"𝗐𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝗈𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒."

𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

Sinclair Carter has it all-a thriving luxury hotel in the heart of New Orleans, a beautiful wife who's the backbone of their home, and a precious daughter he adores beyond measure. As a hard-working father and devoted husband, he's built a life grounded in stability, loyalty, and love. But everything starts to shift when she walks in. She's unlike anyone he's ever encountered-bold, mysterious, and intoxicating in a way that threatens to unravel the very foundation of his world. Around her, Sinclair no longer feels like the man who has everything under control. He's consumed by a pull he can't explain and an attraction he's desperate to ignore... but can't. As his carefully curated life begins to slip through his fingers, Sinclair finds himself questioning everything he thought he knew about loyalty, temptation, and desire. How far will he go to silence a craving that refuses to die?

When David Brewster comes back to L.A. for his close friend's dad's funeral, the last thing he expects is how hard it hits to see Chantel Brown again. She's his friend's mom, 47 now, newly single, raising a baby girl...and somehow, the feelings he swore he left in the past come back like they never left at all. Being around her messes with his head in ways he didn't plan for. And getting back close to Chantel isn't just complicated, but also dangerous since David is living a double life.

"You the baddest thing I done seen in a while"