This book is rated R. Please proceed with caution. This is the more raunchy version of the book. *** We stand in silence, as I sip my water, and he watches me do it. Finally, he breaks the silence. "I'm sorry if I... offended you by sleeping in your bed last night. This morning. Whatever." "It's fine. You didn't do anything." He nods, his eyes far away, as if thinking of how to word his views. "I didn't do anything... but I wanted to. I wanted to so badly." I nearly choke on my water. I don't know what's worse; his confession, or how nonchalantly he says it, as if he's reading the weather. "Come again?" I say, thinking that I must have heard him wrong. He shrugs. "I want to f*ck you." Again, he is as nonchalant as ever. I just stare stupidly, my mouth agape. He closes my mouth, grinning at me, wicked intentions in his eyes. Not so nonchalant anymore, I see. "Um, I-I...I don't..." I stop talking, realising what a total idiot I sound like, while his grin broadens. In that second, I am grateful for my dark skin, as he can't see me blushing. "Tongue-tied?" My cheeks get hotter. "Shut the f*ck up." He actually laughs. "Don't worry, honey," he says, his hot breath brushing against my face, shocking me. When did he get this close? "One day," he whispers, now in my ear,"I will f*ck you." I realise that my eyes are closed and I open them. He's gone. I stand there frozen, in total shock. What the actual f*ck just happened? *** When all you know is disappointment, you become your own best friend. You isolate yourself from everyone else. You need no one; love is a weakness. That's the case with me. Then, Prince Charming rides in and changes everything. Except, he isn't a prince. He is light, but he holds darkness; he is joy, but he knows pain; he is beauty, but within him is imperfection and ugliness. He is just like me, but he is nothing like me.

[Edited Version] “You ever think about letting your hair loose?” Ashton asked, his breath kissing Amor’s neck as they waltzed. “My hair’s fine,” Amor snapped in annoyance. Ashton chuckled. “That’s not what I meant.” His hands slowly hiked up the hem of her dress and her breath caught. “What are you doing?” She uneasily glanced around at the dancing couples. “Giving a new meaning to dirty dancing,” he replied quietly. And he entered her. [Cover by @zarawhite]

My name is Saraphine-just Saraphine. It may seem strange for a human being with flesh, blood and a soul to have nothing but a first name, but, to some, I'm not a human and I don't have any of those things. You see, I was born a slave. Don't feel bad for me, child. I've had it much better than most. I bear no scars, never got separated from my sweet mama until I was near grown. I even have children of my own. Those three things are blessings beyond what most born into this life receive-and they aren't the only reasons I'm happy today. I wasn't always so happy with my lot in life-no, I've been bitter and angry and full of self-pity. My life has certainly had its ups and downs. Mainly because of love. Isn't love the make or break of all us women? We crave love from those around us. We simply cannot do without it and too often it nearly does us in. Let me tell you, dear reader, the tale of my life and of the journey I endured to find peace within myself, peace with my life and, yes, love.

"You and I, we're one too many worlds apart It really shouldn't work but it does And side by side, we're different but somehow the same It really shouldn't work but it does It really shouldn't work but it does When it comes to us." •• Two strangers meet unexpectedly. Ones a quiet girl, hoping to be alone, but not lonely for the night. Another, a edgy bad boy trying to find a break from his busy life of class and work. They both decide to be spontaneous for the remaining hours of the night they have left together. Adventure ensues. -------------------------------------- This is now published and on Kindle! Go ahead and check out the edited version and help support my struggling ass.

This poetry reflects on the mind of a Black Woman as she tries to deal with the effort society puts in trying to deny her the simple act of kindness or generosity.

Casual sex is harder than it seems. In order to keep it safe, both emotionally and physically, Jake comes up with a set of rules.