Sarye "Riya" Knowles is a certified boss in every sense of the word. At just 32, she's built a brand from scratch after walking away from a toxic relationship and raising her daughter. By day, Sarye is a thriving entrepreneur running her own cosmetic company. By night, she's the unapologetic, witty voice behind the hit podcast "Pillow Talk & Real Sh*t", where she keeps it raw and unfiltered about love, relationships, sex - and why women need to love themselves first. She's known for her infamous line: "Sis... your man is NOT in prison! Stop glamorizing struggle love" Sarye knows the harsh reality of that life. But life gets real when her wild, brutally honest best friend and co-host Josalyn dares her - to write a prison pen pal. The topic? Whether love can really be found behind bars. Thinking it's harmless content and knowing full well it's against everything she believes, Sarye agrees. It's just a letter. A joke. A teachable moment. That't until she encounters Steffon "Street" Austin, a 35-year-old inmate serving time with 15 years left on his sentence. But what starts as playful dare quickly turns into long letters, raw vulnerability, and undeniable chemistry. Street isn't who she expected. Charming. Intelligent. Business-minded. A protective energy that makes her feel safe - even from behind bars. Their connection is instant but layered with complications. Soon, Sarye finds herself sneaking to the mailbox like a teenager, rearranging her beliefs, and questioning everything she's ever preached to her listeners.

Kiss My Attitude | Book 2 On their wedding night, the Feds came for Kane, leaving Naomi in her dress and in charge of his empire. With Kane locked up and facing life, Naomi must prove she can hold the crown against enemies closing in. But as secrets from Kane's past resurface and Naomi discovers she's carrying more than just his legacy...

Y'all read Kane and Naomi's story... now it's time for Zari and Blaze. She's the fun, party loving best friend. He's the quiet, dangerous kingpin. The spark between them has been burning since day one Zari swore she'd never fall, and Blaze swore she was already his. But Blaze doesn't believe in one woman love. When Wynter a cool, ambitious beauty with her own hustle steps into the picture, Zari finds herself caught in a game she swore she'd never play. Three lives. One temptation too strong to resist. And a love triangle that might just break them... or bind them tighter than ever.

When a self-made beauty boss tries to leave her toxic past behind, she crosses paths with New York's most feared kingpin who's already decided she'll be his, whether she's ready or not.

(Completed) Being the perfect daughter to becoming a big disappointment! Melodi is the perfect daddy's girl. Being under her parents wing at the age of twenty-one Melodi isn't able to explore the world. Until one day Melodi is forced to have a babysitter while her parents are out of town. Melodi gets a taste of the sex life from the wrong but right guy. Melodi is unable to turn back because the way he sex her she wont stand to let him go! Dealing with the temptation and the magical love making. Melodi will have to make a hard decision she thought she would never have to make. ***R-Rated*** (Warning this book contains detailed sexual activity and explicit language!)

Heart's Desire (Noun) : Refers to the deepest, most personal longings or wishes that come from your emotional core-not just what you want, but what you truly yearn for. These desires often reflect your truest self-your passions, dreams, needs for love, purpose, connection, or fulfillment. They're called "heart's" desires because they're emotional and instinctive, not always logical or practical. They can be difficult to explain, but you feel them deeply. "I feel like for some crazy ass reason, I got this connection with you. I wonder about ya safety when I'm not around and even if you never give a nigga the time of day... I just want you to be happy. I don't even know why.. I'm attracted to you like crazy ma." "You make me feel this way that I've never really felt before and I'm just too scared to go for the ride. Everything I ever said I wanted in a man, you have. Your attitude, your mindset, your maturity-." They weren't looking for each other, but something deeper-unspoken and undeniable-pulled them in. Follow along as two souls shaped by pain, survival, and pride, try to navigate a bond that feels bigger than either of them. It's passionate, intense, captivating, and at times overwhelming. Their connection isn't just attraction-it's a collision of heart's desires that neither expected, but both need. ( MATURE CONTENT ) COMPLETED

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"Woah, slow down. What?" I heard him say and I furrowed my eyebrows, looking up. "Ma.." He trailed off and I already knew it was his mother. "That has nothing to do with you." He said and I sat up because I could hear him getting angry. "What's wrong?" I asked him and he put his phone on speaker. "I can't believe you got that little.." She trailed off, too angry to even get her words out. "..whore pregnant, Sage." "And then the little slut gets an abortion, I hope she knows that she will rot in hell." She said and my heart dropped. He hung up the phone on her before she could say anything else. "Baby." He looked at me as I bit my lip, standing to my feet. "Olive." He stood to his feet as well. I quickly walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind me before Sage could catch me. I broke down crying as he stood on the other side of the door. "Babygirl, I love you." "I love you too." I told him, breathing heavily. "Don't cry, love. Nothing she says matters, she's just mad because I love you so much and there's nothing she can say to change that." "Open the door for me please?" I wiped my face before I slowly opened the door for him. "I'm done with her." He said, shaking his head. He pulled me to him, wrapping his arms around my waist as he shoved his head into my neck. "Until she can learn to respect you as my lady, she's out of our life."

"Montana, come here." He nodded his head toward the door, leaving out of the room. Staying silent as Ms. Carol looked at me, I kissed the back of Josiah's hand before leaving out of the room. As I walked out, Messiah stood there looking at me in disgust while I closed the door. "What are you doing that shit for?" "Huh?" I said since I had nothing else to say, just trying to stall time to get my words together. "Why are you stripping, Monty?" Sighing, I decided that I wasn't going to lie like I'd originally planned to do after listening to Chocolate's stupid advice. "Money." I spoke simply and he scoffed as I looked down. "Why not just ask Josiah for money instead doing hoe shit?" "First of all, It's not doing hoe shit. I don't have sex with anyone. I just dance. And I don't want to ask him for any money. It's not his job to take care of me." "So stripping..." He trailed off with a laugh. "..stripping was the last resort? Instead of putting your pride aside?" Saying nothing, I just looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please don't tell him, Messiah." I could already tell by the look on his face that he was going to tell him. "I ain't gon' tell him.." Thank God. I thought. "..you are." "What?!" I shrieked. "No. I'm not." "You are." He spoke in a demanding tone. "Please. You know how he is." I expressed "And you know how he is too but you made that bed." "Messiah, he's going to kill me." I begged. "I know." He shook his head, walking away from me. "Better figure it out. You got until the end of the day to tell him or I will." He mumbled before walking back into the room.

"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.