Nia is now a grown woman. A cold one. While she's trying to protect her heart, one guy will attempt to eat away at the wall she has built. An ode to Black mental health and self care. Read Soft & Strength (in this order) first.

Nia and the gang are all grown up. You should read Soft before you read this book.

When Jason and Darrelle make a bet involving Darrell's dating life, he thought it would be easy since women were usually his strong suit. What he didn't know is that he would end up with Nia Graham, a lawyer who became well known after defending a wrongly accused black man. Nia had been by herself for so long without a man, she had learned to live without one, her independent nature makes it difficult for Darrelle. Darrelle stays persistent knowing that the Preston deal would be his greatest deal yet, but when Darrelle finds himself falling for Nia will he end the bet? Sneak Peak "What about her?" Andre asked. "Who?" I asked he motioned to a group of women specifically the one sitting down, I couldnt really see her because of the dim lights and the group of friends she had around her. "No," "Why not?" Jason asked I took another sip before saying. "She is sitting with her friends," "And?" Andre asked. "Her friends are drunk," "And?" Jason asked confused. "She is the only one with a beer and look at how she continuously checks her phone every five second," "And?" "The beer isn't strong which means she is the designated driver her friends are drunk which means she has to leave soon, and the phone just shows that she would rather be anywhere but here, like she has much more important things to do. Which let's me know she probably won't give me the time of day because I'm not the most important thing in her life right now," "She is the one, she is the one you got to date"

She thought she knew the truth; and he needed her to know the truth. He would do anything to get her to hear him out, and he meant anything....

They both knew the consequences if word was to get out about the two but a young Lauren no longer cared about the over protectiveness from the men in her life, she began to get reckless. But the only issue wasn't the fact that he was apart of the family, he also had no business being 27 messing with a 18 year old girl especially a Valentine, knowing he could die - that he would die behind his actions. Would he protect himself, or would he fight for them to be together?

I saw her and I knew from that moment on I would never love someone the way I love her. Mature content New writer -this story is not edited so please forgive my mistakes I do not own any of the photos included in this book. 19'

"That's your fucking problem right there, Kai." "You want me to keep chasing you and I'm not doing that shit no more." He spat, looking into my eyes as I looked back into his. "You want to leave without letting me explain, then go ahead and leave, Kai." "I'm not stopping you." "But if you want this shit, Kai.." "Then come get it." He spoke sternly, unbuttoning his button down shirt as I stood there in shock, turning around completely to look up at him. Taking his shirt off, I watched as he stripped himself down as his muscular, tall, fit figure appeared and I can't say this man wasn't drop dead fine. Though I was so mad at him in this moment, my mouth dropped, looking at how good he looked. "I'm done chasing your ass, bruh." "You want me, come get me."

Ruby Jean Baskerville is a twenty-two year old hot head that takes no bullshit from anyone. Especially those with a white face. She's mean, she's rude, and no one can tame that sassy mouth of hers. Or can they? Grant Augustus feels he's up to the task when his younger brother begs him to ask her out on a double date so that he can get to Ruby Jean's younger sister. Will the two remain civil? Or will Grant finally be able to tame the infamous Sapphire. Start: Feb 17 2017 End: April 25 2018

Works #2 : Ahmad Hassan Sinclair, 29, finally met his goal in becoming happy and finally letting someone into that cold heart of his and fell in love deeply. But of course as we know .. Ahmad's life was never perfect, and will never be perfect .. things don't come easy and shit will always hit the fan and ruin something to knock him off track but the question is will Ahmad bounce back this time? Will he have that will power in him to keep fighting to get where he wants to be in life? He used his determination he had in his blood to find that happiness he needed but will he use the dedication in his system to stay happy? Or will he let everything he has built so far fall apart and crumble at his feet?

"So when you gon' stop playing and let me hit that shit, Zuria?" Mitch asked while he smoked a blunt in my mother's living room and we both sat on the floor. "Let you hit this?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I watched him blow smoke into the air. "Yeah." He smirked, cockily. "How about when you learn how to talk to your girlfriend?" I took the blunt out of this hands and smashed it on the ashtray that was on the coffee table. "Whatchu do that for?" He bit his bottom lip, leaning into me. "Hm?" He went on, softly biting my neck. "I've told you, you can't smoke in here, Mitchell." "You're really not even supposed to be here." I said to him, considering my mother did not condone boys in her house but here he was. He'd completely ignored me though as he mushed his head into my neck, leaving small kisses. "Stop." I whined playfully as he pushed himself up onto me and kissed my lips, pushing me backwards with our lips still attached. "Mitch." I spoke nervously as he climbed on top of me while I now laid my back onto the carpet. "Let me hit that shit, ma." He spoke softly into my ear as he continued leaving kisses on my neck. "Mitch, we cant. My mom will be home from work soon." I expressed to him but he ran his hands up my school skirt anyway. "Stop bitchin'." "Let me finally pop that cherry, Z." He spoke, putting his lips on mine as he slowly moved my underwear aside and rubbed his fingers against my Girl. "Mm." I moaned, unfamiliar with this feeling but it felt great. And though I knew my mother would be here soon, I no longer wanted to stop. He continued rubbing it as I laid there, looking up into his eyes. As I did, he smirked down at me and I smiled small, rubbing a hand down his cheek. I was so in love with this boy.