"In a city that never slows down, their love moved at its own pace-real, steady, and unbreakable. He saw her worth, she felt his soul, and together, they built something the streets couldn't touch."

Orianna. Young, full of life, enthusiastic and loving, are the best words that can be used to describe her. While others her age are embracing and persuing their dreams, Orianna is looking after her younger two siblings. After her parents fatal accident, she's become their legal guardian, but she doesn't mind because of the love she has for her siblings. So what happens when someone either her siblings starts to attract her attention? . . Please be aware that this book was written a while back and is not edited.

With my hand on the knob, I twist it open, but the action was interrupted by his voice echoing off the walls. " Come here," I look over my shoulder, " No, I'm not in the mood for this shit." I hissed. " I wasn't askin. Come. Here." He demanded. I huffed, slamming the door shut and leaning against the door. " What?" He gestures towards the seat, " Sit down." " No, I don't have to do a damn thing." I refused, standing far away from him as possible. I wanted to be nowhere near him. " Sit down or I'll sit you down myself." He warns, glaring at me. ------------ #1 in urban romance #1 in black love #1 in glory to God #1 in bwbm #1 in lotsofdrama

" That's not fair and you know it," He gritted, " You're not the only one who blames themselves for his death." " He's dead because of me, Exodus!" I yelled before I could even stop myself, " It should've been me laying in the fucking casket, not him! If he hadn't stepped in front of me he would still be here!" " And you think I could live with myself if that happened?! You think I could even stomach the fucking thought of seeing you in a coffin?!" He yells through the door, " I wouldn't fucking forgive myself if anything ever happened to you! Hell I spent all of my fucking teenage years trying to search for you and I was praying to God ever single fucking day that you were alive, Selah!" " That was your decision to look for me!" I argued back, " I never wanted to be found! I never asked you to show up and remind me that I still have so much fucking healing to do!" " And I never wanted you to leave!" Exodus hissed, yet I could hear the betrayal in his tone. __________ In which childhood friends Exodus Kane and Selah Claire reconnect after fourteen years of no contact since her brother's death. ( * LOTS OF SEX SCENES* )

He scoffed, " Ion even be wanting to argue wit you, you just like starting shit." I scrunched up my nose, " Me? Half of the time you're the one starting stuff. It's always you, Miguel." He says nothing, only looking at me as if I had six heads. Sighing Frustratingly, I throw my hands up. " You know what? Forget it." I said, chuckling bitterly. I grab Eudora's jacket from the chair, but he grabbed my wrist. I narrowed my eyes at him. " Let go," I demanded. He shook his head, standing up to his full height. " No, you not goin anywhere." He says in a low voice. " Why? I'm trying to have a conversation with you but it's clear that I'm taking up your time, so I'm done. The only reason I wanted to talk was for the sake of the kids, but you know what? You can go to hell. I can't even believe I agreed to this damn play date anyway, Now let me go." I snapped, pulling at my wrist again. " We not done until I say we are," Miguel said calmly, keeping a firm grip on my wrist. Before I could control myself, My hand reached up and slapped him across the face, the noise echoing off the walls. " Fuck you," I spat. _____________________________________ Previously known as " Take a shot for me" Written in 2022.

When city-bred Siané takes a wrong exit on a solo trip to Alabama, her flat tire becomes a twist of fate. Khaizon, the big, slick-tongued mechanic-slash-landowner with a past dipped in trap and trauma, stops to help-and never lets her go. He ain't never seen a woman so damn neat. And she ain't never met a man so damn dirty...in all the ways that matter. What starts as a roadside rescue turns into late-night FaceTimes, surprise CashApp drops, and trips to the backwoods of Georgia where she finds out he can cook, fuck, and fight-and all three dangerously well. But when his past spins the block and hers gets exposed, will their love survive the ride...or crash out?

Malik "Loc" Carter, a respected hustler from South Central with a cold past and a hot temper, is used to calling the shots in the streets-but not in love. After surviving a near-fatal shooting that shakes his foundation, Malik finds himself caught between two powerful women who each hold a different piece of him. Tiana: A ride-or-die queen who's been down for Malik since day one. She knows his scars, strokes his ego, and showers him in the love he never knew he needed. She's loyal to a fault, but her love borders on obsession, and she refuses to let go-even if she has to burn everything down around him to keep her place. Renee: A quiet storm who just moved into the neighborhood. She's slick with her words, deep with her thoughts, and sees right through Malik's street mask. She doesn't beg, doesn't chase-but she understands him. She reads his pain, hears the words he doesn't speak, and holds a mirror to the man he's been running from. When the weight of his past threatens to destroy his future, Malik is forced to decide: 🔹 Will he stay with the woman who's loved him fiercely for years? 🔹 Or choose the woman who knows his soul-and could be his peace? But love in the hood comes with a price. And in the end, some hearts gotta break so others can beat free.

A dangerous, obsessive stud with a dark past becomes infatuated with a soft, feminine woman trying to escape her toxic ex. What starts as protection turns into possession. The stud doesn't share. The femme doesn't know how to stop craving the chaos.

So won't you say my name, say my name? If you claim you want me, it ain't no thang.___ Summer Walker

She was broken, pregnant, and abandoned. He was grumpy, guarded, and done with love. But somehow, they became each other's safe place. When Amiyah Le'Rae Vynter's abusive ex finds out she's pregnant, he does the cruelest thing he can-kicks her out, leaving her homeless and heartbroken with nowhere to go. Carrying a child she didn't ask for but already loves, Amiyah vows to do everything on her own...until a caramel-skinned, tattooed stranger with a permanent scowl changes everything. Cassian Rhyse Holloway doesn't do relationships, and he definitely doesn't do drama. But when he sees a shivering, pregnant woman at a bus stop in the middle of the night, something inside him snaps. He takes her in, promising himself it's only temporary. Yet, the more he's around her-the late-night conversations, her soft laughter, the way his big hands fit over her growing belly-the harder it is to keep his distance. He's grumpy, overprotective, and quick to threaten anyone who even looks at her wrong. She's sweet, vulnerable, but stronger than she gives herself credit for. Together, they're messy, complicated, and falling for each other in ways neither expected. But when Amiyah's toxic ex tries to crawl back into her life, Cassian has to prove that he's not just her shelter-he's the man who's ready to love her and the baby she's carrying, no matter what.