Call it prose. Call it poetry. Call it hastily written words. Whatever you call it...enjoy it. Be saddened by it. Learn from it. Embrace it. Bask in it. These are words written by one woman for all women. You're beautiful. Smile. There is someone out there who thinks you are utterly amazing. Disclaimer: This picture does not belong to me and is the product of whosendu.com

Sirrah Keyarra Torielle Winters is adopted by a wealthy family at the tender age of five. It is a dream come true until her peers begin ridiculing her dark skin and her so-called family, set her further apart away from the only place she called home. Sirrah becomes determined to search for her mother, filled with a hope she may finally find someone, someone to accept accepted. Will she ever find peace with the skin she has grown to hate? Or will she find the courage to have the love for the only skin she will ever have?

Ariana runs from her life in California to Arizona where she has her 2 children from her ex-husband but she decides to return back to California to become a dance teacher. She has several encounters with him until she finally picks who she loves. Is it going to be Adrian or his enemy, Noah.

Steele was the next mafia boss. He had everything; money, power, women, authority...he had it all. In the mafia love means nothing. You respect your blood family and that's it. Other than that you take what you want and do what you want. Jennifer was your typical high school girl. Skirts and sweater vests were her thing. Her parents were divorced and her father was the CEO to a mega corporation. She had everything she wanted. A beautiful car, long blond hair, angelic features and the high school dream life. However, Jennifer wanted something else. She wanted to be loved, held by someone who wasn't obsessed with money and the success of their job... Jennifer needed a strong man.