In a luxury hotel where image is everything and power sits behind every closed door, Dior Whitmore moves like he owns the place. Careless, untouchable, and always one step ahead of consequence. Born into wealth but controlled by expectation, he spends his days avoiding responsibility, sneaking through secrets, and keeping his distance from anything that feels too real. But when a stranger bursts into his world, breathless and running from something unseen, that control starts to slip. What begins as a moment of hesitation turns into something far more dangerous as Dior is pulled into a situation that challenges everything he's been ignoring. His family, his freedom, and the way he's been choosing to live. In a place built on appearance, the truth doesn't stay hidden for long.

Arlo thought getting cheated on was the worst thing his ex could do. Then she told him she was pregnant. Now his life is filled with confusion, stress, and questions he doesn't have answers to. And just when he thinks things can't get any messier, he meets Amoura Cruz. Pretty, stubborn, emotionally complicated, and completely against dating a man with possible baby mama drama, Amoura tries her hardest not to fall for him. Too bad Arlo doesn't know how to stay away. Between sneaky link energy, constant tension, soft moments, and growing feelings, the two quickly find themselves caught in something deeper than either of them expected. But love gets complicated when the past refuses to let go.

BOOK 1 of the in too deep series. "Never seen another girl so perfect...." 💔🥀

𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯...

𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗲'𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘆𝗲𝘁 𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗿 © ᴊᴀɴᴜᴀʀʏ 2025

Kesira Vaughn was never supposed to end up in Deyonna Carter's world. One mistake, one wrong place, one night she can't take back and suddenly she's no longer just a stranger. She's a captive in a life built on drugs, control, and survival. Deyonna didn't plan to keep her. Didn't plan to watch her. Definitely didn't plan to feel anything. But Kesira doesn't break the way she should. She talks back. She stands her ground. She looks Deyonna in the eyes like she isn't afraid of her even when she should be. What starts as control turns into obsession. What starts as fear turns into attachment. And what was supposed to be temporary starts feeling permanent. Two masc hearts collide in a world built on violence and survival where love isn't safe, and nothing about them is right. Because in their world... love doesn't heal you. It ruins you first.

When a suburban Black girl meets a hard life Hispanic boy.

"C-Colonel, I-" I stammered, my voice barely a whisper. The words caught in my throat, my mind a chaotic swirl of emotions and memories. "That's not my name, princess," he interrupted, his voice a dangerous murmur that sent a shiver down my spine. He lifted his hand, gently tracing the tip of the gun along my jawline. The cold metal contrasted sharply with the burning heat of his proximity, making me shudder. His eyes bore into mine, the manic gleam in them unwavering. The way he held the gun, almost tenderly against my skin, was both a warning and seductive. The tension between us was palpable, an electric current that crackled in the air. "You know better than to call me that," he continued, his tone a mix of reprimand and dark amusement. Shakir cocked his head to the side, his eyes narrowing slightly. " Or do I need to remind you?" __________________ Nataliya Niang, a world renowned psychologist, loves to help those in need. Firmly believing in her ability to establish positive relationships and supporting her patients, her life was based on the foundations of kindness, compassion, and empathy. Colonel Shakir Walker, the leader of the black operations unit, is all but a gambler of death. His blood lust extends beyond comprehension, as bodies are left in distress with each path that he crosses. After embarking on a failed mission and witnessing the deaths of his comrades, he is sentenced to eight months of probation, as well as attending therapy sessions at The Mindful Wellness Center. When fate brings Nataliya and Shakir together, their worlds collide in unexpected ways. A chaos of torn souls navigating through love, lust, and betrayal. ( DON'T COPYRIGHT MY STORY )

He licks his lips, staring at me in the mirror. "You cut my shit right I'll pay you two bands, if not den I'm not payin." " Three bands, for doubting me and for being an ass. If I fuck up, I'll pay you for wasting your time." I added, putting my own spin on the deal. He shook his head, lifting his head lazily, " Nah, that's not how this works sweetheart. I made you a deal, and I don't negotiate eitha." I chuckled, grabbing my hair tie and putting my locs in a ponytail. " Then I guess you better find another shop to do your hair," He sighed, " You real stubborn, you know that?" I crossed my arms, " No, I just put money where my mouth is. Maybe you should do the same,"

𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 ♡