Shon Shon

Craving [krey-ving] n. great or eager desire; yearning How many can they satisfy together?

What happens when you join a book club just to spend time with the quiet vixen who owns the barbershop two doors down from your tattoo shop?

It was supposed to be one night. A one-off. To quell my curiosity and quench my thirst. It didn't really go that way though...

Second chances only work if both people want it. Josiah's all in. Majesty, on the other hand...

Charli is everything Damian ever wanted. Captivated from the moment they met, he allowed her to set the tone for their summer fling. But when the summer was over and he wanted more, he soon found out that maybe his feelings were one-sided. That was two years ago and he’s still stuck on Charli. He needs to move on.

 A lot has changed since they last saw each other, but Damian can't shake the what-ifs. And the moment they cross paths again he knows his heart still belongs to the elusive woman who stole it the first time he laid eyes on her.

Who's to say they won't get it right this time around?

You ever met somebody and knew right away they were going to be your forever?Yea, me neither.But when my path crossed with Devyn Banks, I knew she would leave a stain that was hard to wash out.

Pierre loves Talulla. Talulla loves her freedom. Friends to lovers? Lovers to friends? I met the love of my life when I was ten years old. Ever since Talulla Evans walked up to me with her gap-toothed smile and told me her name means “princess”, I’ve been entranced. For the last twenty years we’ve been there throughout each other’s storms. And somewhere along the line I fell in love. Deep in love. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for her. Which is how I found myself caught up and agreeing to be her FWB, knowing I wanted more...needed more. The problem is: Talulla isn’t looking for more. And I get that. She's been burned more than once and isn't trying to repeat the cycle. But it’s becoming harder to compartmentalize my feelings for her when all I want is everything when it comes to her.

My parents should have known what they were getting when they named me Kharma.I've always been more than people bargained for, but it's not my fault most men have more audacity than brains.True to my name, serving up karma on a blood-red platter is the only hobby that keeps me sane in this small town.I tell myself it's all I need, but sometimes I get an urge for the happily ever afters I see on my favorite rom-coms.Unfortunately, the only person who never tells me I'm too much is the one I've convinced myself isn't enough for me.

Okay, so maybe I shouldn’t have broken into their house. Maybe I shouldn’t have made myself at home and eaten through enough food for two people in twenty minutes. But after being lost for half the day, I was hungry. And I needed their electricity to charge my phone so I could use the GPS to make it back to my car. So, I did what I had to do. Besides, it didn’t look like anyone was home. I’d be gone in thirty minutes, tops. And I’d leave a note apologizing about the broken window. Except, that food knocked me out. And when I woke up it was with a gun to my forehead and three unnecessarily attractive men staring down at me. Naturally, I expect them to want answers and kick me out. But instead I end up with a proposition I can't refuse