I am not a drug dealer. I am not a seller… I am not a handler… I am not an abuser… I am not a promoter… I am not a smuggler… However, I understand that I can not save the world or the people who have chosen those paths.

I'm not the n---a you can creep with, Pretty. Smitten, I was, the day I stepped into your space, uninvited and unable to give a simple f--k. Aroused, I was, the second your lips parted and your words serenaded me. Without a doubt, I knew I would take the opportunity to part the lower pair and...

I'ma spin and spin and spin and spin again. Gutted, I was the day you left my side, but I understood it was no one's fault but mine. I pushed you away, wearing my pain on my sleeve while pursuing a passion that stemmed from that very pain. In the end, you decided to choose yourself, and I could...

When souls are tied, it's never goodbye. A boy I was that summer evening I met you, pulling your belongings out of the truck and into your new home. I knew it was love then. A whole man I was the day that you met me at the altar and agreed to love me until death do us part. A shell of a man I've...

Go tell that nigga you f--king the boss now. A menace, I was, the duration of my life. Unsure of what was next, who was next, or where I was headed next. The only for-sure shit in my world was my paper and my people. The ice around my heart was still intact, never being penetrated or as much...

I hate flowers… I hate small talk… I hate the male gaze… I hate feeling lonely… I hate feeling connected… And most of all, I hate the idea of losing control… It’s one luxury I couldn’t afford. As a handler, my job depends on my ability to control things. Everything.

I am not a dancer… I am not a bartender… I am not a s*x worker… I do not work the house… I own the house… And, everything that goes on in my house remains in my house. We service the wealthiest clients in all of Clarke. They come for a good time, not a long time.

Cold. The first thing that comes to mind when I think of her. Why you running from me? The first question comes to mind each time she turns her back on me. Rigid and cool to the touch, her heart had ice around it. She'd put it in the deepest, darkest hole and dared anyone to try and fetch it...

She’s an angel. And she doesn’t mind dancing with a demon. That’s why I’d move mountains, dry seas, and hydrate the desert if it made her happy. She brought goodness to the world. It was only right that I made it hers, along with the two tiny beauties that shared her hazel eyes and...

Beautiful disaster. The first thing that comes to mind when I think of her. Who hurt you? The first question comes to mind when I open my mouth to greet her. Although it wasn't the easiest to reach, I knew her heart was pure. Gentle to the touch yet stubborn as a bull, she made it hard to...

She’s a good girl. And she has a thing for bad boys. It’s the reason I had to let her go. I knew that I was a mistake she was willing to make over and over again. I loved her too much to hurt her, but that didn’t give anyone else the right to. She’s too pure and too precious. And...

I am Rather Childers… I am one of seven women… I am one of eight siblings … I am the daughter of Richie & Rhea… And, I am wanted by the federal government… I traded my career and livelihood for a life of leisure in St. Catana that guarantees my freedom and eliminates the chances of extradition.

She’s a gem..she's on an entirely different level than the women I’m accustomed to. She’s loyal and about her paper. That’s why I’d sacrifice the only friendships I’d ever known, wait for however long it took her to be ready, and happily sever ties with anyone who didn’t...

His heart is pure, but his screws are loose. She runs a strict program, but will bend the rules for the right one.

Winning the heart of a heartless girl was deemed an impossible task. But, unbeknownst to me, Psalms ‘Sonnie’ Santoro was willing to visit the depths of the soil to retrieve that particular piece of me that I’d left to rot.

Ever had a man to put you first? Prioritize your presence. Emphasize your existence. Maintain his focus... on you? Over everything? As if it was nothing? I hadn’t either, not until him. Not until Harlem Knight.

I loved the way he made me feel. The way he warmed my insides and made my lady parts drum. I loved the way he looked at me, as if I was the best thing that God had created. And, just for him.

I knew he was mine. From the minute I laid eyes on his rounds and my oxygen supply suddenly shortened, I was curious. But when he opened his mouth and his words serenaded my soul, I was convinced.

Years of suppressing my truest desires and most prominent needs in our relationship had my emotions all over the place, heart hardening and every element that made me a woman seem like a flaw. The softness that I was founded on wasn’t welcomed.

After a near seven-month hiatus, here you go.