At 21, Sayor Nicolé is a focused business analyst finally free from a toxic relationship. She's rebuilding, guarded, and done with chaos-until one late night, an unsolicited dick pic from a stranger changes everything. The sender? Christin "Ace" Amir, a 24-year-old inmate with gold slugs, a reckless charm, and no idea he just disrupted the life of a woman who never played with fire-until now.

Ariah was a single mother of two girls when one of her teenage daughters gets involved with the wrong crowd she gets paid a visit from Karson .

Sa'Lani Monee Jeffries has always been the thick girl who gets overlooked or played. At 27, she's done with love, focused on stacking her money as a nail tech and minding her business. But when a fine, chocolate, six-foot-three gangsta with a low voice and dangerous reputation starts showing up at her job, all of that changes. Kaizer "Kai" Rashaad Wynn isn't the type of man she ever wanted. He's quiet, mean to everybody but her, and runs the streets with a heavy hand. Yet when he looks at her like she's the only woman in the world, Sa'Lani finds herself letting her guard down piece by piece. What starts as playful flirting turns into late-night phone calls, expensive gifts, and nights that leave her body aching for more. But falling for a man like Kai means stepping into a world of hood politics, jealous exes, and enemies who will use anything-including her-to get to him. When street drama hits too close to home, Sa'Lani is forced to decide if she can love a man who lives by a code that could get him killed... or if loving him will be the very thing that breaks her heart. Because Kai doesn't just want her body-he wants all of her. And when a real gangsta falls in love with a thick girl, he ain't letting go, no matter who has to get out of the way.

"hold me close and say you care" 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 she finds peace in his presence but will it last? 「 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 | 𝐭𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐨 」

After losing half of her heart, Aurora has to find herself again. Amidst doing that, she finds love from her past. Be a witness to Aurora's growth and love.

Keona Brooks swore she'd never get caught up with a man from the streets again. Cold, independent, and building her own come-up, she promised herself she'd keep her distance from the chaos, the guns, the trap life that already took too much from her. But then there's Kai Jones. The kind of man who makes the hood bow when he steps out. Six-foot-three, tattoos telling stories of blood and loyalty, a voice that commands respect, and eyes that never ask-they take. Keona knew better. Kai didn't care. What starts as tension between a woman who refuses to be owned and a man who doesn't know how to let go spirals into something addictive, messy, and dangerous. Between late-night shootouts, whispered threats, and a passion too raw to tame, Keona finds herself drowning in the very thing she swore she'd never touch again. In his world, love isn't soft. It's possession. It's fire. And walking away might be the only thing deadlier than staying.

She's used to being alone-no love, no drama, just her peace. But then he comes along, moving different, making her feel things she ain't never felt before. Some love ain't meant to be rushed. It's built to last.

Maeve Welsh is a thick twenty-two year old mistaken for overweight and has also felt insecure as a result. She's shy, innocent and always to herself, afraid to be called 'fat'. Maeve crosses paths with Kentrell, a public figure and father with a bad reputation. Everything opposite to Maeve's reserved and calm lifestyle. Maeve soon shows Kentrell what it means to be truly loved with nothing material as expectation, not even his fame or money. And Kentrell proves to Maeve what HER WORTH really is. (The description doesn't do much justice to the content of this book, so please read to find out!)

Kairo is scared his autism will stop him from finding love.

"You got three seconds to open this door before I kick that bitch in," a deep voice growled through the wood. Zamara's heart jumped. She wasn't expecting nobody-especially not a man with a voice that rough and mean. "Nigga, who the fuck-" she started, yanking the door open. And immediately regretted it. He stood there like a shadow from hell. Tall. Broad. Tatted. And mad as fuck. A black hoodie hugged his body, revealing a Glock tucked at his hip. "Where. The fuck. Is Kyndall?" he asked low and slow. Zamara crossed her arms over her chest, attitude activated. "I don't know, and I damn sure ain't scared of you standing here mean-mugging like you somebody daddy." A smirk curled on his lips. "You should be scared, ma." Then he leaned in, real close. "But lucky for you... I don't hit women. I just fuck 'em crazy and make sure they don't walk right for three days." Her breath caught, but her mouth didn't. "Boy, please." "You gon' be sayin that from my bed soon. Watch."