23 year old Morgan Bellamy has tunnel vision. She works tirelessly to take care of the people she loves, putting their needs before her own, until she meets someone who put her first. The eye of the storm, a moment of peace, a breath of calm. While she felt like everything was crashing down around her, he was her exhale.

James Hawkins is the captain of the basketball team at College of Hampton. He has always been surrounded by people who believe basketball should be his number 1 priority, always. But things start to change when Lia McGregor enters the picture. After noticing her in the middle of a basketball game, James struggles to clear his mind of her. It doesn't help that she is one of the few people who believes basketball is not all he's got going for him. With her as a distraction, will he continue to put basketball first, or will he begin to view life differently? Highest Rankings: #1 in Kind #1 in BlackPower #2 in BlackCouple #2 in BlackMan #4 in UrbanRomance

"I'm a stripper, not a prostitute." I say as he slowly pushes me against the wall. "Not much of a difference now a days." He says, raising an eyebrow. "You bastard. I don't even know why I wasted my time with you." I say through grit teeth. "Cause you can't deny a good fuck and lucky for you I can't either. Keep the fucking money or I'm going to take you on the wall and not care who walks in." He challenges. "Even your wife?" I ask quietly. "Even my wife. Now what do you say?" He finalizes. I inhale deeply and narrow my gaze on him. "I swear to God, I loathe you." I murmur. He smirks, "Feelings are mutual." He says grinning and I crash my lips onto mine. Coming in August 2013

-chem·is·try noun 2. the complex emotional or psychological interaction between two people -Heart·less adjective displaying a complete lack of feeling or consideration -Pain noun physical suffering or discomfort caused by illness or injury. How can a heartless man raised in the streets feel for this girl? The one who is broken to pieces like a vase smashed to the floor. The one who is scared of every man. How can this girl who been through the rain so long trust this man? The one who's name holds weight in the streets, so much that it never has to be said. How? Thats the question. Well, its called Chemistry, thats how.