"What year is it?" "1955." "Thank you." I turned around, my fears confirmed. I understood why the world seemed so different now. So hostile towards me for no reason. I was black. I was a girl. I was in rags. And it was 1955. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Katrina is used to a life of luxury. She's rich, famous, and intelligent. But when a series of threats puts her in danger, she has to get away with her boyfriend, Jordan Daniels. Except things don't go as planned. As the two get used to their lives in 1955 Mississippi, they struggle to stay together. After all, what's a white guy doing with a black girl anyway? The couple faces its greatest challenge ever: each other. Secrets are revealed, relationships are crushed, and hearts are broken. But everything broken can be fixed. ...Right? COVER CREDIT: @strawhat_pirate❤️ HIGHEST RANK: #47 on 11/5/17

A woman has faced the heart breaking reality of losing her virginity, being rejected and being blinded by love. She convinced her self that liaison doesn't exist in her world. Until she meets a man that changes her mind a long with perspective, she finds her self being a ride or die to a man with a good heart and street smarts. A man, is an ex confict. Being convicted of felonies such as manslaughter and weapon possession. He comes from a broken home and tramautizing child hood. He's rough around the edges but deep down inside he just wants to know that he is loved and worth it. He's a G but he has heart. This a street romance that will keep you wanting more!

When Olivia Johnston’s cell phone rang at three o’clock in the morning she never expected it to be her ex-best friend. The same friend that once had sex with her boyfriend behind her back. Although she vowed to never speak to Jessica again, Olivia’s love and loyalty won’t allow her to turn away a friend in need. When Olivia takes Jessica into her home, against the advice of other friends, she can’t help but wonder when and if Jessica will have sex with her husband Darren. After all, when you’re a thirty year old, 6’4” attorney and handsome to boot, what woman wouldn’t find you attractive?

At the age of sixteen Lakeisha Moss was abandoned by her mother and left to fend for herself on the streets. Within days she's taken in by Ambrianna. During her stay with Ambrianna, Lakeisha is taught the difference between real women and fake women, the difference between a ho and a house wife. She's taught more than anything to ride-or-die. Angel DeAngelo was raised in the streets by neighbors rather than his own parents. With a father in jail and a mother who prostitutes, he brings the money to the table in the only way that he know hows: slanging. A notoriously feared street thug with respect from almost everyone around the hood. With money, power, and hos, he's got almost everything figured out. He's just missing one thing: a down chick. When the two encounter paths, sparks fly and everything is thrown out of proportion, as Lakeisha defies everything and anything involving, Angel. While Angel wants more than anything to explore what could be between the two of them. As a battle of wills begins, danger from another component stirs up trouble forcing the two to work together to confront it, or be killed.

"I can't believe you tried to embarrass me like that in front of the most highly respected people in my life!" She snapped. I just stared at her. "I mean,you were being so disrespectful to me, mama, and everyone else that were trying to have a good time. It's like everything I try to do, you just try your hardest to sabotage it. Can't I have the spotlight to myself? Just for a moment?!" She exclaimed. I started laughing, laughing almost to the point where my stomach hurt. "It's not funny! Why are you laughing!" She shouted with anger in her eyes. I pulled myself together after that good laugh. If only she knew why I found it so humorous. "Why do you hate me Elise?!" She demanded an answer with tears streaming down her plump cheeks. "I don't hate you Mahalia." I said calmly and shook my head. "The hell you don't." She responded. "You hate me, you hate mama, that explains why you said some hurtful things to her earlier at dinner. You're just full of hate! You hate your family, your neighbors, the sun, the grass...I don't get you!" There were tears just waiting to fall, but I fought them. I took those built up tears inside of my head and used them to put out them flames of anger I was seconds away from showing. Tonight, I was tired of being angry, my whiskey helped calm me down. My eyes were heavy and strained from staring at this tv for hours non-stop, I had a slight headache, and now I have to hear these words coming out of my sister's mouth. I watched her speak, completely giving her the floor to say whatever it is she felt the need to say. I was tired, but I stood their and heard her out. All rights reserved @Almondee1