There's a nerve I want to strike, to prove to him that this control he wants to have is nothing more than an illusion. It takes more than some groceries and a little parking lot pleading to get back into my good graces. He liked working for sh**, so let him work for this. Rome grabs me by my elbows, pulling my body softly into his chest. My spine stiffens at the contact, the hair on my neck sticking up when he leans down to whisper into my ear. "Come stay up a me yaad fi couple day..." he says, it's less of an ask and more of a statement. "A yuh alone deh pon me mind enuh Nat. Eh nuh feel right fi yuh deh inna di same city as me and yuh nuh deh beside me inna me bed, baby." I want to pull away. But there's this destabilizing electricity that laces through me every time this man touches me. It makes it hard for me to think straight. Falters my speech. F***s with my head in ways that have me reminiscing about being between his sheets. "Natalie me need yuh." he breaths, leaving a trail of kisses up and down the nape of my neck. What a piece a slackness inna di people dem parking lot. "Rome..." I coo softly, wanting to stop myself but failing anyway. There was a time when I would've given in without thinking twice. Truth be told, I still craved all the same things he did. But somewhere along the line, I came to my senses in a way that would never lead me back into his arms. "Yeah, baby?" he says. "F*** off." I jeer, pulling free and rushing towards the driver's side of my car, back to the safety of the life I'd been able to create without him. Romario was every lesson I'd spent years trying to learn the hard way. Chemistry could not build a life, and desire alone could not make a man safe to love. He carried himself like a man who belonged to everybody and nobody at the same time, no matter how much he promised that I'd have all of him. Loving him felt like standing too close to the edge of something beautiful enough to destroy me.

The first time actress Talia Howard and director Zachary Knowles work together, it's clear they make something special on screen. But life has its own timing. Over the years, their paths cross again and again within Jamaica's film industry-each meeting brief, each leaving behind the quiet sense that some connections never quite fade. And when they find themselves working together once more, they must finally ask whether some stories are meant to be finished...or simply remembered.

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.

At age 30, publications editor Kelsie Taylor is slowly losing hope in finding her fairytale romance. The stories of the women around her who experience abuse and heartbreak along with her own experiences have made her cautious about entering a relationship. Her dream of finding forever love as a young adult is yet to actualize because none of the suitors she encountered so far have made a striking first impression. "I know that with Jamaican men I might have to kiss a few frogs before I find a prince but right now mi feel like a only frog deh here. Most of dem nuh worth more than a hi," she says to a man she only had brief, casual interactions over the past few weeks. He chuckles at her disclosure. "Yuh mean yuh just nuh kiss di right frog yet. And why yuh feel like yuh need a prince or a knight? You are no damsel in distress. You don't need saving." She shrugs at his observation, not sure how to respond. "You just need to get out of your way. I can bet you have written off men with a lot of potential with just one glance. But people are multilayered. You have to peel back the surface to get a better look at what's underneath before writing off a person," he adds. His advice might be just what she needs to guide her past the hurt she's witnessed and take the leap of faith to find true love. ⚠️Trigger warning: This story contains acts of violence and sexual abuse.

Love built them. Danger surrounds them. Three years after choosing each other, Naiari and Zayvion are still holding it down and parenting a daughter who fights harder than most grown folks. But peace doesn't last long in their world. Old enemies resurface, new threats slip in unnoticed, and the past has a way of showing up uninvited. As the lines between loyalty and survival blur, Naiari starts to question how much more she's willing to sacrifice for love... and whether love alone is enough.

Sometimes secrets are worst than lies but what happens when they're both combine with love..... Let's go on a journey with Toni Shay Hill and O'Dillion McFord to see what life is like when mixed with LOVE+ Lies and Secrets. A Jamaican Romantic Fiction Novel ................

There is a thin line between love and hate but an even thinner line between forgiveness and revenge. How it started vs how it ends, let's go on a journey with Rojay Longstan And Ataliyah Mendez to see what life unfold and the unexpected turns it's going to take. SHE IS MY DOWNFALL HE IS MY PAIN.

She was trained to uphold the law. He was born to break it. Naiari never wanted to walk the same path as her father, the Deputy Commissioner of Police, but becoming an officer gave her purpose. Zayvion never asked to lead March Pen's most feared organization. But with his brother locked away, the weight of the empire falls on his shoulders. Cold, calculated, and unchallenged, until Naiari crashes into his world, unafraid and unbroken. She wants justice. He wants revenge. But neither expected the fire that would spark between them. In a city where loyalty is a currency and betrayal runs deep, love is the most dangerous weapon of all.

NOT A LOVE STORY!

The simplest things in life are sometimes the hard thing to remember. DO YOU REMEMBER? Let's take a drive with Zonnique Street and Ky'mari McFord, two young adults from different backgrounds. She makes the best of life but he makes fun of life. With a family full of secrets and rules he finds fun in playing games and with her life filled with chaos she is guarded. They both add something to each other's life... Opposite Attracts.