She's barely getting by when he appears in her life, only focused on one thing. Neither would suspect their paths would cross again without the four walls of his hotel room. Can she uncover the real him, even if she hasn't uncovered the real her yet?

Sly ran his hometown and everything that happened in it, so one night when he saw an unfamiliar face he couldn't stop until he was properly introduced. Little did he know that she wanted nothing to do with him and that she just happened to be his baby sister, Audi's best friend, Elle. Now that he has his sights on her he would stop at nothing until he has completely consumes her. On the other hand you have Elle who has just started coming into her self since recently graduating from high school. Elle has never been one to really stand out in the crowd so, for the infamous Sly to want her attention was quiet interesting. Can she overcome her attraction to a certain someone or will she be like all of the other females? Did I forget to mention he was the biggest drug dealer in town and happen to maybe even have an empire?

Bad Boy Blue. He has that nickname for a reason. Abandoned by his white mother as a baby, Blue was taken in my gang-running father. He grew up on the streets, and was raised by a gun. After being caught with drugs and guns and sent to juvie, he was released to be with his uncle in Louisiana where his old life can't get to him. But it's not that easy. It's a struggle for him to do anything right, an nobody takes the boy with the tattoos and bad record seriously. Except Lou. Luigi Alayna Brown is used to being picked out to be picked on. Normally she had her brother there to take care of her but he's gone to college. She wants to escape the ties to her mother, but everybody wants to hold her there. Except Blue, who could care less. Even though she knows Blue likes her, she can't help but boycott the bad boy.

"You're a what?" Devin's full lips frowned as she eyed the man that only stood 3 feet away from her. "A sex therapist. Now please fix your expression, Miss Rodriguez." His creamy baritone responded agitatedly as she shook her head from side to side. "I need therapy, sir. Not any fucking dick." She growled, attempting to make a full exit out of the office, but not before she felt his large strong hands cup her small tiny wrists. He spun her around gracefully, his head dropping down to the space between their heads as his husky Burberry cologne overtook her nostrils. "Je ne suis pas d'accord belle dame," He muttered that beautiful second language against her skin, the language of love, as he smirked. She almost practically collapsed in his arms at the sound of it and he knew that he had her. "Maybe some fucking dick is exactly what you need." ©Copyright KeKe Biddle 2014 All Rights Reserved.

I was known as independent and successful by most. "Big" by some. Trusted by little and loved by none. People know me as Erica Howard, the big girl. I worked hard to get where I am today, financially. But I never worked hard to find love. Daddy told me it would come to me but I knew it wouldn't . No one could love a big girl. But one man in particular believed that ,"Big Girls Needed Love Too."