"Where the Moth is drawn to the Flame" August and Phoebe can't seem to savour their happy moments. Their love seemed to happen so fast that August finds himself uncontrollable when it comes to his "canvas". Phoebe is persistent in teaching him lessons because he always seems to come crashing to his knees. But who says August's downfalls will be the only obstacle this time around? With lust and love amongst their desirably chaotic relationship, Phoebe may just end up on the other side of the chalkboard, crumbling into dust. Will there be any Survivors? Explicit Content for the drama and development of the story. For Mature audiences only. All Rights Reserved 2015 Part II to "My Forbidden Fruits" (TPIOP-The Potholes In Our Passion)

This Is Book Two The Continuation of The Housekeeper Desire Monroe went from being The Housekeeper to being Augusts lady, thanks to her Grandma Sylvia. All hell breaks loose soon after the two get together but 'Yung' strikes back after Desire was hurt and their child was lost. People end up dead and more secrets are brought out. Through all the pain and heartbreak it puts the love they have for one another on the line. Will they be able to keep the line of love strong or will it break due to all the drama on the horizon? STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT!

*must read books 1&2 before this* After Shayne was sent to prison Tavi completely moved on with her life, and turned into the women she's supposed to be. Tavi is now engaged and seems happy to the public, but behind closed doors she is trying to help her fiance with his problems to keep her and her daughter safe. Being behind bars hasn't stopped Shayne from running the streets. With the help of Chris he has built an empire and doesn't at all plan on stopping. But now that he's gone everyone turned their backs on him, leaving him in a lonely state of mind.

A young maid in distress, working for a family her mother needed to repay. Unfortunately, her mother passed away a few months ago, and now she has to carry on with the job but can she accomplish this while continuously having a strike of thunder, and a bump on the road with the arrogant, rich boy from the glorious mansion she resides in?

"Oh my God, Zara," he whispered, taking a good look at me. The insecurity managed to break through my amorousness. "I knew you were a beautiful woman, but damn, you're about to kill me with those curves." "I..." I wrapped my arms around chest, feebly trying to shield myself from his stare. Shame churned within my stomach. "I-Is that a bad thing?" "No, it's a very good thing." Gently, he pushes my arms away so I can't hide myself anymore. I sighed as his fingers drew little lines along the curves of my hips. "Almost makes we wish I was a race car driver so I could fully appreciate them."