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.

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...

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.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐀𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚, 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐚 𝐭𝐨 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡, 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞. 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧-𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. "No. Ian leavin'. When I did it, it was a problem. But when he did it, it was ok? Fuck, Yani. Yu throwin' me." He followed after her, slamming the door open. She ignored him, turning on her shower. He's right. But she wasn't going to admit it. ★ "Why do you care so much!?[..] watching my every move, trying to save me? [..]Damn, every time you come around me, you judge me or call me out. It's draining. And you wonder why I don't 'fuck with you how I fuck with him.'" She shot back at him. ★ "Who the fuck else gon do it?" He tugged his swimming trunks up, walking up on her. "Huh?!" Yani's breathing was getting heavy, only because he was getting her upset. She held a hard stare at him. "When yu gon be real wid yoself and realize nobody give a fuck about yu the way I do? ★ "[..]but when yu really love somebody, Yani..." He trailed back. "Yu call them out when they wrong! It's the only way they will better themselves. When they in a hole, yu go fuckin' save them-[..]" ★ The fire in Samir's voice was rough and unsteady, his fists trembling while his eyes glossed a bit. "But yu kno what, Yani? Fuck it. Yu wan' chase after my brother, go ahead.[..] I'm done wid yu and this dumb ass shit, I swea cuhh." He-

"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?

Make Her Nasty is a filthy, emotional, high-heat urban erotica where one week of pleasure turns a billionaire virgin into a full blown savage-and the man hired to please her might just lose himself in the process. Xena Alexander is 24, untouched, and uninterested in love. A billionaire CEO with a body made to ruin men and a schedule that leaves no time for them, she's done pleasing herself and done waiting for the right one. She wants to be taught. Broken in. Turned out. That's where Sire Obasi comes in. He's no typical escort-new to the game, all muscle, dreadlocks, tattoos, and that slow, deep voice that drips with sin. He's in it for the money. One client. One week. Easy. Until she opens her thighs... And her mouth. And starts asking for more. In private villas, on yachts, in first-class seats and outdoor showers, Sire turns Xena into his nasty little freak-teaching her every filthy thing her untouched body craves. But the more she begs, the deeper he falls. Because this job was supposed to be about sex... not feelings. Now he's possessive. Raw. Addicted. She wanted to feel like a slut. He wanted a paycheck. Neither expected to catch feelings in the middle of the filth. But when it's time to say goodbye, will they walk away clean or stay dirty forever? Make Her Nasty is a grown-ass erotic love story-packed with slow burning tension, filthy dialogue, raw emotions, and the kind of scenes that'll have your thighs pressed tight. He doesn't just fuck her... he changes her. And she loves every damn minute of it. Warning: This book is not for the shy. Proceed wet.

"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.

A promise. It seems like the simplest thing in the world to keep. But so often, they're broken, empty and hollow. They seem like the easiest thing in the world to believe, but after the words are left out to bleed, after they leave you waiting and wanting, after all the emptiness and hollow words-how are you going to believe the one who actually say what they mean?

"Beautiful things don't ask for attention." In a world that thrives on conformity, August is an anomaly. Raised in a secretive overbearing family, she was chosen to leave its hidden grounds-not for freedom, but for duty. Sent to college to become the strategic mind for her generation behind the family's growing empire, she tries to move through the world like a ghost, draped in gothic shadows with secrets too heavy to share but her style is just too much to go unnoticed by judging eyes unscathed. Then she meets Kason through his older brother. A rising rapper with a reckless charm and a hunger for something real, dealing with battles of his own, he's instantly drawn to August's eerie demeanor and the quiet storm that lingers behind her dark mysterious eyes. She's nothing like the women he's used to-unbothered by trends, and untouched by the need for validation. The more she resists, the deeper he falls, his infatuation turning into an obsession he can't shake. One he cant let go of. As their worlds collide, the slow burn of their connection threatens to ignite everything August has been taught to suppress. With her past closing in and expectations pressing down, she must decide if she's willing to defy everything she's ever known for the chance at something dangerously real. In a society that demands she fit a mold, August stands in defiance. Unfortunately, love has a way of making even the strongest question their silence. STARTED; February 22nd , 2025 PUBLISHED; MARCH 18th, 2025 FINISHED; MAY 27th, 2025

Damn, college really is the best part of yo life. Especially at an HBCU.