After committing a crime that forces him out of his home state of South Carolina, he finds himself all alone in the streets of Philadelphia. Without a familiar face to turn to, SK is forced to learn to survive. Miraculously, with all the odds against him, SK manages to make ends meets. Life is good, until a regrettable incident changes everything. Drama and suspense filled, SK’s journey proves the harsh reality that the Truth Hurts, but Lies Kill.

    Something I want to feed. Something I crave to unleash.I want to make her pay.Over and over and over again.Finding the evil, spoiled women sates my ravenous, vengeful soul. I hunt. I capture. I destroy.Slowly. So slowly.One, two, three, four, five…And now six.I’m wicked and sadistic.I am Cold Cole Heart.My mission is death and their payment to me has come due.Number six thinks she is different.Yet when I look at her, I see them.She will pay.They always do.

    After high school ends, life seemingly begins. But instead of taking the path that leads to a bright future, she instead takes a different, much darker route. James "Jay" Anderson not only opens Angel's eyes to a whole new world, he also introduces her to a quick and convenient way of making cold, hard cash. Floating on a dream, Angel obliges, unaware of the hidden danger that also comes with the territory. If her new gig and love interest aren't enough, things really become complicated after Angel becomes romantically involved with her long time friend, Maurice. With the two most important men in her life pulling her in opposite directions will Angel be able to tolerate it all? And most importantly, will she be able to handle her new-found hustle? Nobody's Perfect Angel has been redesigned, republished, and renamed THOT SCROLL UP AND GRAB YOUR COPY TODAY

    A series of wrong turns and disastrous life choices has led to their incarceration. Following their release, Mangle, Decker and Tazeem stick together as they return to a life of crime, embarking on a lucrative scam. But when they stumble upon a sophisticated sex-trafficking operation, they soon realise that they are in mortal danger. The disappearance of a family member and the murder of a dear friend lead the three to delve deeper into a world of violence and deception. In their quest for retribution and justice, they put their lives on the line. Their paths cross with that of Tatiana, who has left her home country for a better life in the West—or so she thinks. She soon realises she is in the hands of ruthless, violent people, who run an operation supplying girls to meet the most deviant desires of rich and powerful men. Will she survive the horrors of The Zombie Room? Are Mangle, Decker and Tazeem brave enough to follow her there, in an attempt to set her free?

    Milk’s most recent brush with death forces him to re-evaluate not only his street credibility, but also his relationship with estranged ex-wife, Sabrina Wright, whom soon finds out that the grass is not always greener on the other side. Old scores are settled with new vendettas on the horizon which ignites the fire for Another Rumble!

    Born and raised in Somalia, she yearns to be loved and free in a world far away and nothing like her own. But living under the roof of her overprotective strict parents, she knows that what she wants is nothing more than a dream, and it could never be her reality. That is until her forbidden love interest, Shadi, an older man who she's grown to love and trust, promises to give her everything she’s hoped for and more. After an incident with her father goes too far, Shadi vows to protect Fallon and give her her heart’s desire if she agrees to run off to America with him. Thinking that the perfect life awaits her, she agrees with little hesitation, but what happens the second her feet land on the pavement in NYC is something she never expected. Being abandoned by the man she loves, Fallon is thrown in to the harsh world of drugs and sex trafficking. Her instincts jolt her into survival mode, and she has every intention of beating the odds and escaping with her life. Wali is the savage king of the concrete jungle who commands respect with his presence alone. To the world, he’s a ruthless thug with no heart, but raising his younger sister Yaya by himself, he develops a soft side that only a select few get to see. When fate brings him to Fallon, something about her piques his interest and he wants nothing more than to get to know the girl behind the sad eyes. When something tragic happens to someone he loves, Fallon becomes a distant memory, and Wali is on a mission to destroy and conquer. Join Fallon and Wali as they try to survive the mean streets of New York and the hand that they’ve been dealt. Find out if Wali can be Fallon’s knight in shining armor or will she end up having to be his?

    Since the day Jackie met William in school, she now looks to him as her savior. It was on that day that William saved Jackie from a world full of embarrassing taunts & name calling. Now feeling that she owes him her life, the two fall in love, and Jackie will commit the the most ultimate of crimes........even murder!But, is it really love when your man will allow you to do anything and, everything just to get that paper? Even sleeping with the next man? Jackie's life quickly spirals out of control and downhill fast as her and William become the sheistiest robbers and stick -up duel team as they transform and become.......'Jack and Ill'.Sex, deceit, murder & betrayal, all lie behind the pages of Sa'id Salaam's newly revised edition of 'Jack and Ill', that's sure to keep you on the edge of your seat, with mind blowing action from beginning to end!Sandy Barrett Sims

    Since the nigga who lived there had left to go out of town to take some “work,” a female was left to watch the house until he returned. The dope and money was stashed in a bedroom closet on the first floor. All we had to do was a quick house invasion. I parked down the street from the house. It was a nice Spanish style brick home. Pink and fuchsia zinnias limed the flagstone walkway. There was a eerie quietness about the house as we approached, I had my nine in my drawers. Ski Mask had the .380. I could feel my palms sweating, my pulse racing as I looked around prepare to knock. It felt like I had been injected with high octane fuel in my veins. All the lights were off inside the house, I looked around suspiciously and knocked on the door. I looked at Ski Mask. He looked nervous as hell. Suddenly there was a feminine voice on the other side of the door. “Who is it?”“Mike from across the street. There’s a fire in your yard.” “A fire?” She opened the door and there stood one of the baddest bitches I had never seen. Fine like a model, light skinned with hazel eyes, long blonde hair weave, big titties with nipples pointing right at me. I leveled my pistol to her head and rushed inside. She looked like she wanted to scream. “Bitch, if you make a sound, I’ma kill you!” She nodded her head, “Take anything you want. Just don’t hurt me. I’ll do anything you ask.” I turned around to shut the door and noticed Ski Mask was gone, Scary as nigga, I said to myself, and pushed the chick toward the hall where the bedroom was located, Second door on the right, Ski Mask had told me. I moved fast, according to the plan. The home was plush with expensive furniture and thick shag carpeting, At the bedroom door, as I was about to open it, I thought I heard a floor board paneling creek above me on the second floor. This bitch was watching me closely as I turned the bedroom doorknob. Maybe it was my mind playin tricks on me, but the chick didn’t act as scared as broads normally do, all cryin n shit. She was watching me, nibbling on her bottom lip. I noticed lipstick had smeared on her front teeth, so instead of going through the bedroom door first, I gestured for her to enter. She hesitated and walked in. I couldn’t help noticing her fat ass jiggling in the short satin nightgown.Inside the bedroom, it was a king sized bed with lots of mirrors with fancy chairs and a matching mahogany dresser. Suddenly the strangest thing happened, it was surreal. The chick started to undress. “Bitch, wha’cha doin?!” I exclaimed, I thought I heard foot steps outside the bedroom door, this shit was bizarre. She slithered out the gown. The fur between her legs was trimmed like a heart.“Lemme suck dat dick,” she cooed. Stupefied, I frowned at her. I felt like I was having out of body experience, I was moving slow and she was going fast. She sashayed over to the bed and lay on her back, spreading her legs. Pink pussy galore. She wiggled a finger at me, like “come here.” Something about her startled my senses, tingling, alarming, signaling for me to go, run! But I couldn’t if I wanted to. Not with a million dollars and enough dope to have a nigga straight for a lifetime. I walked over to the closet door with my eye on the bitch."

    After oddly maneuvering her way out of the blood bath she left behind in Arizona, Keema is up to her old tricks again. Between sex, greed and murder it s almost impossible to escape from the hood life she s grown accustomed to. From one scam to the next, she finally comes up with a new hustle that rains money and is sure to give her the riches she thinks she deserves That is until someone from her past emerges sending her into mental shock. The stakes become high as Keema fights for her life, still with her mind on her money. While stacking paper Keema also stacks enemies...old and new. Unfortunately for her, her street savvy mentality may not be enough to get her off this time.

    Crane takes on a new patient who both intrigues and unnerves him. Charming, manipulative, and amoral, Max has exactly the sort of mind Crane finds himself drawn to with fictional characters.As Max weaves himself into Crane's life, Crane realizes that while fiction might be safe, Max certainly is not.When the professional line between them thins, who gets to define where one man ends and the other begins?

    He's on the hunt for her killer, but things aren't adding up. He's also dealing with baby mama drama and another crazy love triangle. Brianna is back for more college life craziness, but this time she has a new partner in crime, and they have a lot more in common than just stripping at Club Z together. Adriana Vega is the baddest bitch from New York with commitment issues. She also has a secret that just might bite her in the ass. Ghost also known as Mr. Trap or Die, can't seem to find a true wifey. But just when he thinks he has found the right one, he gets a shocking revelation. Follow them as their lives collide down a road full of sex, greed, power and deceit. But remember, things and people are not always what they seem...

    Most of these seemingly perfect relationships are filled with lies, deceit, and a little bit of insanity, just like Mike and LiLi's. Mike fell in love with abused, promiscuous LiLi when he was sixteen, and over a span of seven years (two of which he spent incarcerated), his world evolved into confusion, hurt, and betrayal. LiLi, his dream girl, is the exact opposite of what he thinks and Mike quickly finds out that he can never change who she really is. Mike must face the devastating fact that LiLi isn't his bitch, and his best friend since childhood, Dee, is right there to help him..or is he? Come on this turbulent ride with Mike, LiLi, and Dee to find out if LiLi is Mike's bitch, Dee's bitch...or EVERYBODY'S BITCH!!!

    Naked on a bed in an unfamiliar, empty room, she is unable to move her limbs. Worse, she cannot remember who she is. Panic-stricken, Hillary desperately searches her mind for answers, but finds nothing more than fear and confusion.A man enters the room—a stranger to Hillary. He introduces himself as Dr. Morrison. Seemingly benign, he informs Hillary that she is there for her own good…that she is under his care until she regains her memory. Hillary cannot remember anything, but her instincts warn her not to trust this man who claims to be her doctor. She can only hope that someone will come looking for her…that someone will find her before it is too late. Several weeks later, Hillary’s situation has grown even more dismal. Still unclothed, coarse ropes bind her limbs to the bed while she is fed intravenously. Two new strangers have entered her life—Monica, Dr. Morrison’s wife, and Dr. Bentley, who claims to be her psychiatrist. Yet they are more evasive than forthcoming. Her questions remain unanswered. She is trapped, with no hope of escaping…left to piece together the mystery of her miserable existence.Abused and neglected, Hillary knows that with each passing day, her chance of survival diminishes. She spends her long days wasting away, growing depressed…growing angry. When all hope seems lost, a cruel twist of fate provides the opportunity she has been waiting for. With renewed hope and an unrelenting will to survive, Hillary does whatever it takes to escape. She yearns for her freedom more than anything in the world.Hillary just wants to go home….

    The trail leads to Bright Fork, a sleepy New Hampshire town where Rebecca discovers this is no ordinary manhunt. Her investigation becomes a tangle of brutal killings, secret rituals, and terrifying visions that force Rebecca to question reality. This is more than an opportunity to take revenge on the one who tore her family to pieces. It’s a chance to confront the darkness growing inside of her, the madness that threatens to possess her entirely.

    The demands of the times and a great influx of races forced tolerance. San Francisco became notorious for its lawlessness, its gambling casinos, and its bordellos and madams. The Barbary Coast became a part of California's history and San Francisco's heritage. The Barbary Coast was an area near the waterfront that law enforcers found almost impossible to control. Those who operated establishments there, refused to abide by the gradually encroaching law and order being established by the other parts of town. For along the Barbary Coast any vice could be bought. There also, a little-known vice guarded with great secrecy were the male houses of prostitution. Some of the more clandestine operations offered young boys. Most of these boys had few means of survival other than their wits and bodies. Known as peg-houses, the places provided young boys to those who were able to meet the extraordinary prices. These houses were often operated by unscrupulous and ruthless men who provided the boys with drugs, thereby chaining them by their addictions. These could become hopeless addicts unable to function as anything but subservient slaves to their masters.An international slave trade supplied these houses with boys who were enticed or kidnapped from all over the world. Peg-houses were common in the Orient. The custom was brought to the West by seamen who had grown fond of such pleasures. Boys were trained to service customers by wearing a wooden peg of gradually increasingly sizes. They would be offered for selection while sitting on stools that displayed the properly sized peg protruding from the bottom to indicate the size that each boy had been trained to accommodate. This is the story of Santiago Cali, one such boy.