...because what's buried always finds its way back. Book 3

Shanya and Alex are destined to be in each other's lives, but they need to figure out what role they will play. Secrets spanning many years mixed with unthinkable sexual attraction may just be a recipe for disaster. Language: English and Jamaican Creole (Patois).

Tricia Martin, the little sister and doctor of the group, is often seen as reserved and sad. She wasn't always like this; she had a big heart that she gave to Ethan Cunningham, Shanya's brother, who died several years ago. A journey to the past will pay homage to a love that many never experience. Will an acceptance of past events help Tricia to open her heart once more? The man of her dreams awaits with open arms and an open heart to give her all the love that she has ever craved.

Leah Mitchell, the best friend to Shanya Holt, develops a deep attraction for the man sent to protect her. For an entire year, she unsuccessfully tries to get his attention. What she doesn't know is that she has always had his attention. Jubba is fighting his demons and is adamant that he will not bring Leah into a life of chaos. Will the thought of losing her to another man change his mind? To fully understand this story, please read the first three books in this series.

Shanya and Alex are undoubtedly in love with each other but secrets threaten to break them apart. Is love enough to keep them together or will they just go their separate ways? NB: You must read book 1 and book 2 before reading this book.

Alex's light kept the darkness away but now that he's gone Shanya is forced to deal with upsetting memories and anxiety from her past triggered by Alex's actions. Sexual attraction is not enough to fix what is now broken but what about love? Is love enough when forgiveness is not as easy as people make it out to be. Book 2 focuses on Shanya's internal struggles, uncovering past hurt and secrets. If you haven't read Book 1 please go and read it now because Book 2 is a continuation of Book 1. Jus run go read it and cum back so wi can deh pon d same page.

All I did was tell this man NO. He's rich, he's a Don, he could have anything and anyone he wanted but took a set on me because I told him no. It was like nobody had ever said that word to him, so now I have to suffer the consequences. At first I figured he would leave me alone, but I was so wrong, he made it his mission to get to me. I guess I was the only person to not give him whatever he wanted. Now mi trapped inna him world. "So yuh naah give me yuh name?" King questions, glancing at me from the driver's seat. "If yuh never know it before yuh naah go know it now" I retort sassily. He hums, "yuh fulla attitude though mumz". I stare outside the window, not giving him any attention now. All they asked him to do was take me home, he's here trying to have a conversation. Don't know who him think mi be, him nuh need fi know mi name. Thankfully, he kept quiet the rest of the ride. Hope mi nuh see him again.

"Make we keep this professional then, yeah?" I nodded slowly, one hand in my pants pocket. "What?" Her brows creased. "I'll be your tutor and nothing else. Nuh need dis pan a personal level," I explained. Maybe it's for the best. And mi still a convince miself dat cause it still hurt me. Mi vex wid her... Wicked too. Cause she fuck up. She licked her lips and looked down at the desk before saying, "...but that isn't what I want. I have agreed to give you time." Time. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. "Yuh nuh get fi choose that still eno. This is what I want and those are my boundaries. Respect them or find someone else fi tutor yuh, simple." I sighed, scratching my head. Mi just nuh wah di drama and foolishness. Or the back and forth. Cya dweet right now... Or at all. "You...changed," She said, looking at me. "Would'a seh di same bout you too... But change nuh too faze me still..." I shrugged my shoulders. // Liam was once a bright, joyful child until something shattered his world at just nine years old. Whatever happened that year left scars too deep to see, turning smiles into silence and laughter into rage. By fifteen, he was behind bars. Now eighteen, he's out with one last shot: six months to finish high school and finally leave his past behind. He's focused. Detached. Determined to stay invisible - no fights, no friends, no drama. Then he sees her. Kazierah. His childhood crush. His first kiss. The girl he never forgot. ...the one he never stopped loving even when he wanted to. She's changed too. She had more friends and she was more social than he remembered. They never dated, never made it official, but the connection between them always ran deep... too deep to ignore now. And as old feelings resurface, so do old questions - about the past, about that day he was taken away, and about why their paths are crossing again now, after everything. Some stories never really end. They wait. And this one is just beginning.

Even though I don't look up right away, I feel him. His presence shifts the air, makes it heavier, like the sky right before a storm. A shiver runs down my spine, but I shake it off. I can sense he's here to handle our unfinished business, and I know he won't hold his tongue this time, not without our audience from earlier to keep him in check. "Why yuh really come back Jodie?" He's blunt, as always, and I can tell he's revving up for a fight. Him lucky. "I love Ms. Iva and I respect her for what she does, but dem neva send yuh gah school fi sell yam dung a market...Why'd you leave Kingston?" "I told you already, I'm using my PTO Knox" I dispose of the water into the grass, setting the wash basin up against the tank. He scoffs. "Liad, yuh done tell dah one deh already, betta yuh come up wid a next one." His eyes are daring, challenging me to come clean, but I can't. "Why you cyaa juss believe me? What's so suspicious about me needing time away from work?" I push past him, not yet ready to dive so deep into the unknown. He grabs my wrist, pulling me into his chest and trapping me there. The warmth of him seeps into me, setting off a fire under my skin. He doesn't ease up, but the pressure does something to me that I can't shake. I tell myself to take a step back, create some space, but I don't. I won't. "Because me know yuh, Jodie. Better than I know myself. I know you..." He presses his index fingers to his heart, his breath shallow as it cascades across my collarbone. "I thought we were better than this, I thought we could tell each other anything" I shake my head, my eyes closing as I inhale his scent, it's uniquely him. It's dangerous how familiar it is, how it makes my chest ache. I hate him for making me feel like this, I hate myself for wanting to be even closer than we are now.

"Comm check... Testing, one... two... Kwes Boaz speaking. ...you a hear me? Ah. You ever wake up and feel like something's...missing? That's my life. Seven years after. Now I'm back, but nothing's the way I left it. Not even me. Amnija happened right after. Or at least, I think she did. She slipped through the walls I built around my mind-how she even do that? Bagga ray she gwaan wid. Afi' give har, ar' props. She a live her life now still, but all I'm trying to do is find my way in it. Yaan'dastan? Yuh feel she can make some space fi mi doh? Yuh feel e' g have a chance? Jah... We're about to take off. Buckle up. Guess we're about to find out." Ranking🥇 #1 in St. James #1 in matrimony #1 in young author #1 in youngwriter #1 in youngwriterspize