Ambition- (noun)a strong desire to do or achieve someting requiring determination and hard work.

Being born into the drug infested streets of Miami can be a hand full. Especially when your father is the head leader of the whole drug empire. Most would think its way too complicated to handle, to be the daughter of a big kingpin. Well, Aliyah Sanchez seemed to handle it all with her head held high. She's a mixed diva, who stands at an all time 5 feet even with wide hips, a colossal butt, and pretty face to complete the trio. Aliyah knows the game, and how to run it, or so she thought. She has to be careful who she comes in contact with, everyone isn't who they say they are. The cold city of Miami is filled with lies, betrayal, hatred, drugs, and a whole lot of secrets. Well, its one of the prices you have to pay when you're the Princess of the $treets' ! NEEDS MAJOR EDITING ⚠️⚠️⚠️ First book ever written as a pre-teen, so there will be major mistakes, childish antics/wording, and unrealistic scenes! Beware, so please don't comment your opinion because NOBODY CARES! Copyright © 2014 ALL RIGHTS Reserved. Part 1 of 2.

Going from Princess to Qveen is such a huge transformation, but Aliyah manages to stay on top of it all. With a full time drug dealing boyfriend and a new addition to the family, will she be able to cope with everything that comes along with the title or will she bail ? Andre's on top and living better than ever, but taking on the role as head is a lot of work. You have enemies plotting against you, snakes in disguise, and just plain old gold diggers who want a piece of the good life. Aliyah loves Andre, but is it all worth it in the end? Sleepless nights & restless days keeps your mind wandering, your heart pumping, your guard up, & your prayers flowing. It cost to be the Princess but does it really pay to be the Qveen ? NEEDS MAJOR EDITING ⚠️⚠️⚠️ First book written, so there will be major mistakes and unrealistic scenes! Beware. COPYRIGHT © 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED VANESSA WRIGHT Part 2 of 2.

"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.