Havana Harper's goal is to get fit and be toned by the summer. With the help of trainer Charlee she feels she can reach her goal in no time.

Twenty-five year old Destiny Jameson lives alone with her six year old daughter Elizabeth after the man she thought loved her left after she broke the news to him that she was pregnant. Elizabeth hates seeing her mommy cry all the time and when Christmas comes along and so does new teacher twenty-three year old Jeremy Thomas, she writes in her Christmas wish list that she would like 'A Man For Mommy.'

First Story ~~~~~~~~~ Shea Lockman was in no need for a boyfriend. She had just ended a longtime relationship with her boyfriend Sean. With Sean getting married Shea struggled to find a replacement. Ethan has been "Ms. Lockman's" assistant for a year. He's determined to show her that he isn't a kid, and he wants to be her lover. Can Ethan really show Shea that he's more than what he looks?

Fawn Tessa Bonheur is a 23 year old, African American, heiress to a famous publishing company; Vender Publishing. Although she lives an extravagant financial life, she's never had anything close to a picture perfect romance Her fiance, Trent, is pleasing to the eyes and a great guy, but she can't shake the feeling that something's missing. One afternoon, after an average day at the company, Fawn comes home to a little baby girl in a car seat in front of her apartment, with nothing but adoption papers and a note in a baby bag. After searching for her parents, Fawn decides there's nothing left to do but adopt the little girl. With help from her family, friends, and a single mothers support group, will she be able to raise this baby? And, the pediatrician her support group suggested, Kevin Wilder, is a gentleman who may make her question love as she knows it. **Currently making edits and plot adjustments to the beginning of the book.**

"I can't be with you." I whispered, tracing my hands down his arm. The blank stare he gave me was clear that he was trying to stay strong. He hated showing his feelings and I knew that he did. "Why?" His deep voice cracked. The French accent I grew to love seemed as if it had faded along with his emotions. "We don't come from the same community," Tears trickled at the corner of my eyes. "You're from the richest family in LA and I'm just a transfer from Colorado. I'm in the middle class and for crying sakes, I'm black. You're white and we just don't mix." I lied and with every word my heart broke a bit more. "Does that really matter?" He stepped dangerously close to me. His hot breath fanning down my face now as we locked eyes. His beautiful green eyes staring down at me. I nodded. "Can I tell you something?" Once again I nodded, feeling slightly dumb for repeating the same actions. "I'm in love with you Milan Foster."

🇿🇼🇿🇼🇿🇼😤❤ * [Completed] ✔ All it takes is for both of them to give into their desires and their self control will come crumbling down. * Zara is a spunky young black woman with dreams. The only thing standing in her way is money. Desperate to achieve her goals, Zara applies for a job as a maid and assistant chef at a notorious mansion owned by the Kingsman family. When she fills out her application, she only expects to clean a few rumps, wipe noses and cook meals. Little does she know that she has waltzed into a dangerous conspiracy regarding the mansion's secrets, the heart of a ruggedly handsome doctor and his family. *

Some people like the cookie. Some like the cream. I like them together, with some milk of course. But, I'm not talking about Oreos. Nope. This is my life. ___________________ BWWM ___________________ ©All Rights Reserved 2014. Disclaimer: read this book at your own risk. It's terrible. I was extremely young when I wrote this and did not know better. This book is an apt example of "it gets better" (or more tolerable) if you manage to stick around til chapter 17-18.

(Teacherxstudent) It might have been the way her hand moved effortlessly across the canvas with every stroke she made, or the way her eyes would shine when speaking about her passion that she adored so much, or maybe it was her smile that seemed to captivate me every time. She was perfect in her own way, and I wish I could tell her how much happiness she brings into my life by being present. How all my worries and fears seem to drown away when she's near, or how a simple "hello" makes my day. The only thing stopping me from getting close to her is that diamond ring on her left hand, and how terrible of a person I feel every time I think about her in ways I'm not suppose to, and the fact that I couldn't bring her into my fucked up life. Oh, and because she's my art teacher. Mrs. Shuler, if only you knew how much I adore you.

Lauren g!p I'm not good at descriptions Highest Rank: #8 in Laurmani

Not really good with descriptions but I hope you like it.