Will her trauma define her?

description inside the book.

the sequel to The Colors of Us.

Khari Valentine is a basketball player from New Orleans, Louisiana who seems to be very rough around the edges. His move to Washington, DC to play college ball for Georgetown University is less than smooth. He meets a very well rounded young lady in Malia King. She's smart, beautiful, spiritual, and patient. Can they build a friendship or would the two think that they have nothing in common?

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"

"And it doesn't matter how much time passed or how much time will pass-it's him. It always has been him and it always will be him...I just don't know how to tell him," When it's more than a like, and they're more than a friend. When they know you better than you know yourself and just the thought of them is all you need to put a smile on your face-telling your best friend you're in love with them should be simple. Right?

Mila Hartfelt is one strong independent black woman, or so she thinks. The truth is, she can't go six months without needing a man to take care of her, and she can't even keep a relationship for that long. Why? Well because Mila has a type of a man that she likes to go after. They're usually ballers or rappers and they all treat her the same. Sleep with her, cheat on her, and leave her. What happens when her friend's older brother takes a liking to her? He tries his best to prove to her that they are meant to be, but Mila being Mila, is conflicted with her feelings towards him and doesn't know if taking a leap of faith would be worth it. He is after all, not her type.

After being lied to constantly, hurt repeatedly, and cheated on more times than she can count, Kamille Riley Paige just wants to be loved and appreciated for being the good woman that she is. Being in an on and off six year relationship with her child's father, Raemond Woods, has taken a complete tole on her at only twenty four years old. He was the man that she loved so much, but treated her so badly in return. Kamille was the perfect woman for any man, a blessing in a form of a slim-thick figured, browned skin woman with a sassy mouth. She was beautiful, hard-working, independent, and she was loyal, but he just didn't notice it until she was both feet out of the door. All Kamille wanted was to love and be loved, to commit and be committed to, to cherish and be cherished. She just wanted a man that could provide her wants and needs, as well as accept her daughter Raegan with open arms, in exchange for her. Will Raemond step up and be the man and father that she wants and needs him to be, or will she stray elsewhere in search of someone who was willing to meet her half way with an even exchange? VANESSA WRIGHT © COPYRIGHTED 2016. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

"Hello, Sincere. How are you feeling today?" "Same as everyday, can't sleep, can't eat.." I trailed off, looking down at Sinclair who had a perfect mixture of both V and I. "That's not good." She said and I shrugged. "None of this is." I said and she nodded understandingly. "Have faith." She said, placing her hand on my shoulder and I nodded. I tried hard to keep the tears in because I had to be strong for everybody. The family was really going through it and I just wanted her back in my arms. V had my heart and if I lost her for good, I'd never look for love again. The doctor walked out as I sat there quietly and Clair looked over my face while she made spit bubbles. I bit my bottom lip, holding back tears as I looked at V laying there with tubes in her. Not able to hold on any longer, I broke down. "Baybeh, I need you..." I trailed off, shaking my head. "I need you so bad, I can't do this shit. I can't do life with you." I explained, looking down at the floor. "We need you, ma." My voice cracked, looking over to Sinclair who was still looking up at me. "Our baybeh girl is so beautiful, ma. I want you to see her, I want you to see her grow up. I want you to be here with us.." I trailed off, collecting my words. I wiped my face as more tears poured down and I shook my head, sighing deeply. "Wake up, baybeh." I spoke, breaking down as I bit my bottom lip.