This week only.No emotions. No attachments.No expectations.Just sex. Nothing more.Nothing less.Never again. And no one could find out. Those were the rules that Kayadah Kookman and Jonel Jacobs decided on when a vacation fling was put on the table. A fling neither one of them saw coming. But a wild night left them both throwing caution to the wind and bending the rules.Find out which ones were broken.

    Being the oldest, she accepted that responsibility with pride. After getting settled in her career, she realizes that while she’s being supportive of everyone else, she’s lonely. Everyone has moved on with their lives and it seems she’s at a standstill. Seeing her younger sister find love before her makes her long for that perfect love even more so. However, that doesn’t make her desperate. She still has her preferences. So, when Ross “Exodus” Anders approaches her, she is caught totally off guard by her attraction to him.Having to become a man at a young age, has had its benefits as well as its tribulations. While it has somewhat forced Ross Anders into the wrong lifestyle, it has matured him as well. He’s lived well past his twenty-four years and he realizes that he can’t continue down the path he’s on. His son deserves a better example of how to navigate in this world. He makes the decision to chase his dreams and pursues a career in music, hoping to be the next big rap star. He lands a record deal and while filming his first music video, he meets the woman he doesn’t want to ever look away from. While Ross isn’t exactly Sharee’s type, there’s something about him that intrigues her and makes her want to know more about him. Ross is totally in from day one, wanting to prove that he’s worthy of her time. Will Sharee put her fears and doubts to rest and give Ross the attention he’s craving from her or will she possibly reject the gift because she doesn’t like the wrapping?

    With both of them being prominent, successful lawyers, she followed in their footsteps and set out to create a name just for herself. Her career has been the forefront of her life, coming before everything, including her once upon a time longtime friend and lover, Emerald Hampton. Their relationship suffered long ago due to her commitment to school and her career and his rising music stardom. Years have passed and Emerald has returned to claim the woman that was always supposed to be his. However, confronting old feelings means confronting old secrets.Emerald Hampton also known professionally as GEM has had success all over the world with his beautiful vocals. Even with all of his fame and fortune, he still feels like something is missing from his life. That something is Rhyon Capers, the woman he has loved since he was eight years old. After taking some time off from the industry, he ventures home to get his woman. While he knew he would not receive the warmest of welcomes from her, he was prepared to go put in work to make her his again. Will they be able to work through the dormant feelings and past secrets to rekindle a lost love, or will they have to accept that their time has passed?

    

    

    Fall enough times, you’ll learn how to walk. Bite your tongue enough times, you’ll learn to speak up. Lose enough times, you’ll learn how to win. Get burnt enough times, you'll learn how to avoid the flame. But what happens when two tormented souls suffer too many losses? Is it enough for fate to bring them together and let them to do the rest? Or will they find it impossible to learn how to love?

    

    I encourage you to read that book first before reading Table For Three.Needing to reconnect with her husband in the bedroom, a pregnant Bri St. Valentine goes out of her way—unnecessarily to grab Raphael's attention in this quick, witty, and sexy Thanksgiving short story, Table For Three.

    Can it? A one night stand, an engagement and a wedding, all within the space between New Year’s and Valentine’s day. Could it be love? If so, is it meant to be?

    His spell isn't able to be escaped so easily. Money Malaya Richardson is able to attest to the fact. “Love, this is a custom Chanel piece. You don’t wear custom Chanel to three-star restaurants. The earrings alone were $2,500. It’s niggas in here wishing upon a star for that $2,500 to fall out of the sky right now and would do just about anything to get it. Here you are, ready to – unknowingly – hand it to them.” Prophet shoved his hands into both of his pockets to keep himself in line. Tittering, he leaned in, again, and asked, “Money, you trying to get me sent back upstate from bodying one of ‘em about you?” “Please,” she sneered. “You’re killing me, Money. I’m standing on half-buffed floors in front of people who don’t deserve either of our presence and you’re as dazzling as I imagined. Walking out of that door will be harder than the two years I just did. However, your comfort will always be the mission and Money will always be the motto.” Reaching his full potential in height, Prophet buttoned the single button that he’d undone upon reaching Money.

    

    Ever. My life wasn’t set up for me to do something this taboo. This risky. This… sexy. This… reckless. As a preacher’s daughter there were just some things in this world I was not allowed or expected to do – meeting a total and complete stranger for sex was probably on the top of the list. This wasn’t planned. Okay, well maybe it was. Let me start from the beginning. Him I ain’t no fool. I know sex could never lead to love. I’ve never believed in love at first sight. So what was this that I was feeling for Akela? Akela. Even her name speaks to what she is. What she was. Alone. She didn’t know that I knew that that was what her name meant. We really didn’t know too much about each other. Just the basics. All I know is when I laid eyes on her I wanted her. And when I was inside of her I needed her. I never wanted to let her go. But she made it clear last night before we went to sleep that this was going to be a onetime thing. She wanted to forget she ever knew him. He wanted to be as close to her as her skin, yet as distant as enemies. After their night together, they are forced to be together for two months because of her accident and his career. Could a one-night stand turn into something more?

    

    All night & all day. Just like the coffee shop I’d met him at that day luck was on my side. It was one cup of coffee. My last five dollars. And a sign of good faith. Who’d ever known the man I given my last to would be Levee Billion, prominent figure and one of Huffington Mill’s most eligible bachelors. Did I mention he was filthy fxcking rich? Just before he slid into his foreign whip, he’d left my mind in a frenzy and my body on fire. One wink and a thank you note with his number attached. “Call me if you’re ever in need.” Of course I was in need. I had been since the day I smelled his obnoxious cologne. Witnessed his intoxicating smile. Been blessed with his lingering presence. I’d become addicted. His absence was vexatious. Even, now, the thought of our differences keeping us apart had me strung out and stressed out.