3 months later, The Pride is propelled to it's infancy into the legitimate world by Don, Stefano Vanzetti. After being severely traumatized by her kidnapping and the death of her ex-lover, Raelyn Jane Vanzetti continues her battle to find her place in the world that now calls her, Donna. She plans to tackle it all with a positive outlook. Her marriage to a feared and respected made man, the love from family and friends, and the welcoming of her new baby. Being determined to legitimize his organization and keep his family intact, Stefano is thrown into another situation of betrayal and mistrust. Third book in series: Of Mobsters and Men

Sequel to "Of Mobsters and Men" The Pride is under attack when an unknown enemy steps out of the shadows to settle a score with Capo leader, Stefano Vanzetti. With numerous, grusome, unexplainable murders and clues left behind to lure the Capo into a trap, it becomes transparent that Stefano is not the only one the enemy is after.

What happens when two notorious drug families work together in New York. Do they take over the city or do they backstab each other. It could be a match made in heaven, the oldest son of the Hernandez family and the granddaughter of the Rizzo family, form an attraction to each other. Or it could be a nightmare from hell. ( will start posting February 15-20)

Kamari Samaritan is a fake goody two shoes. In her mind, she thinks that her life gotten better when she took the job as a pharmacy technician and move back to New York. But in reality, it isn't. Kamari committed to many sins she can't count no more. She tries to get that out her head on what she done in the pass but it keep coming back to her. Nora on the other hand is dealing with family issues. She didn't wanted to be in a relationship with a guy till her mother threatened her to be with a guy. Now, she's pregnant with her first child. Baby father reshad isn't no help at all, but get jealous when Kamari comes around. What will happen when Nora have enough of reshad? Will she leave with Kamari or leave New York with her baby for good? @JanayHopkins thanks for the book cover.

"Count backwards from ten." The words escaped my mouth, echoing off the walls until they hit the old man's ears. He flinched, I could smell the sweat pouring out his pores, along with the shit he just dumped in his slacks. "Ten," He finally spoke once feeling the cold metal in the back of his head. "Nine." He shuddered, whimpering for mercy as I buried deeper. "Eight." However, he did not spoke the words of mercy, the old man knew it was no way of getting out of this, no way of running. "Seven." I took the safety off, the loud click made him whimper even more, shake as if it were Antartica and also sweat as if he were in the middle of the Congo. I, on the other hand, felt nothing. How can you feel anything for someone you only met just five minutes ago? "Si-" The old man didn't finish, I was getting tired of his voice and the smell of shit in the air. His body fell flat, a pool of blood formed quickly- just what I wanted to see. No second kill shot, no time wasted to see if he were actually dead. Quick, fast, and neat.

[COMPLETED] "I'm so lonely, Angel." I tell her from my seated position, looking up at her. "I just want to be loved, please." She strokes my cheek and smiles gently. "I'm here now." It's been three years since Camil has seen his family and the girl that he met at the hospital. He's gone down a dark path and there's only one person who can show him the light. One person that can make him whole again. His Angel. *SPIN OFF TO IN CONTROL* It's definitely advised that you read the first book otherwise you may be slightly confused.

[COMPLETED] "You're so beautiful." He whispers, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip. "It's a shame you won't be so much when I'm finished with you. I'm gonna play you like a piano, my precious girl." "We shouldn't be doing this Cyrus." I whisper staring up at him. His face hardens and he slips his thumb in between my lips. "Open your legs for me, pretty baby." In which a dominant, thirty year old man, who has never been in a serious relationship, becomes infatuated with a twenty-three year old black girl.

❝Good people are like candles. They burn themselves up to give others light.❞ order of the phoenix » deathly hallows plot credit: vioietends amandla fitzgerald stand alone cover by lokidyinginside

"Look at me" He demanded. I flinched at the tone he used but lifted my head to look at him. I stared at the wall behind him. I couldn't look at him. "Into my eyes" He added in the same tone. I took a deep breath and landed my gaze on him. I saw a ghost of a smile form on his lips. He seemed happy but I could see his eyes watering, making his inky blue eye color appear lighter. "You never look at me" He whispered. I could hear a crack in his voice. "Before you I thought I was nothing-" He smiled bitterly, "-but when you look at me I feel like I'm worth something. Weird right?" My heart was beating loudly as he got closer. This is a spin off for Nate from 'Her Guardian'. It can be read as a stand alone but you can read the previous book if you want to get a better understanding of the story

You know when you were younger and they told you that you could be whoever you wished to be? You could grow up and become whatever you set your mind and heart upon? Yep, well I'm here to tell you that's a complete load of bull. So as I stared across at my fiancé, our hands conjoined as he read his vows- it dawned on me. Getting married at age 23 to a self centered lawyer who viewed me as more of his little prodigé than his actually wife was not what I wanted. Becoming a defense attorney at a record age to a company own by said husband that I'll never be taken seriously in was definitely not what I wanted. And making my parents happy by completely shutting down any hopes and dreams I've ever had. was absolutely not what I wanted. "Nope." I shook my head, glancing between the priest and Jake, my soon-to-be, as I yanked my hands out of his. "W-what?" He stuttered, looking back at me mortified along with everyone else in the chapel. "Fuck this." I shook my head, as I lifted my dress and quickly made my way back down the isle that was littered with people I'd never seen before. So, few hours later and I'm on the first flight to Maine. Why? Well, shit happens. *this book is unedited