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In Greenwich Pointe’s world of Black wealth and power, Tatiana Rich has everything money can buy—except freedom. When her kingpin father forces her into a strategic marriage with the Sterling dynasty’s heir, she begs Nazir Kane—the man she fell for during her college years—to run away with her. By morning, he’s vanished without a word.

Yoshon Santana ran Brownsville, Brooklyn, with an iron fist. When his fiancée fell ill, he stepped back and allowed his sister, Yolani, to step in his place. After the death of his fiancée, the streets didn’t do it for him. Allowing his sister to take over, he stepped back and watched from a distance. With a possible girlfriend, Yoshon just wants to find someone to love. At thirty-eight, he’s looking for a wife, kids and the white picket fence that surrounds his mansion. During one of New York’s infamous blizzards, he comes across a woman sleeping in her car with a little boy.

He's excruciatingly handsome, and well, fine as hell. He's also my captor. He won't take his eyes off me. He won't let me go. All I can do is hope he'll let me live.

Since Yakima's been able to date, her detective father has reminded her of the type of men to steer clear of. At twenty-seven, she's done just that until one night of partying and a botched raid lead her into the house of mob boss Francisco Matisse.

After my Yaya passed away, I didn't have anyone that cared for me. I mean, not even a month after Yaya was in the ground, he sat me down in the living room and sold me to a thirty-year-old man. I was sixteen, and my big brother, the man who was supposed to protect me, sold me off like cattle on a farm. My entire life has been to please Zayne. I'm his fourth wife and the youngest wife. Nobody has ever protected or cared for me. I was tossed the cards that life handed me and had to make do with them. That is until Cappadonna Delgato and I cross paths—again.

Sloane: Dominic Alexander is my late husband's best friend and the last man that I should want. For the last ten years, he's taken a sick pleasure in making me feel paper thin, like my existence is of no consequence to him at all. But now, things are different. After a drunken night, and a surprisingly sexy act of heroism, he's started to be . . . nice. Treating me like something other than the embodiment of his annoyance, which would be nice if it didn't make me feel things I swore to never feel for another man after my husband died.

Ever saw a dead body? I’ll ask again. Ever saw a dead body walking among us? I’ve been dead on the inside since my parents were taken away from me, and I was forced to move out the only home I knew. Never truly ever knowing love or what it felt like. Always witnessing everyone else have what you wished your heart could do. Love. That word love could walk up on me, snatch me up, and I wouldn’t have ever known. Me and that word didn’t exist, and I had come to terms with that when I watched them fighting to save my boyfriend’s life, after my brother nearly took it from him.

Imagine your best friend invites you on an all-expenses-paid trip. Luxury at its finest. A five-star resort, designer shopping sprees, fine dining, and balling out like there’s no tomorrow. She swears her new man is head over heels for her and doesn’t mind spending big. While she’s out on a date, you decide to unwind with a bubble bath. The warmth relaxes you, lulling you into comfort. You dip your head beneath the water, letting the silence consume you. But when you resurface, the silence is shattered. A man is standing there. Watching you. Before you can scream, darkness takes over.

Putting herself first is what Jordana Evans knows how to do best. She’s at the top of her game in her career and no longer haunted by memories of her past threatening to steal her joy. In her mind, being in love is a want, not a need, and she’s convinced that she’ll be just fine without it. Having intimate relations with the opposite sex is something she’s willing to do for one night only. But then came along…him.

Rule #1: No fraternizing. That was the main rule you had to follow if you wanted to stay employed at Danger Inc. For four years, Dymon Danger never worried about breaking that rule until the day his new assistant, Quinci Everly, walked in his office. Withstanding Dymon’s tactics to make her quit, he realizes that neither Quinci nor his intrusive thoughts were going anywhere anytime soon.