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Nia Winston, stands in a line at the Essence Festival in New Orleans, hoping to get Justin Ray, the hottest R&B singer, to donate to her non-profit. When they meet sparks fly, or maybe it was just Nia's imagination. Until Nia has a surprise meeting with Justin, a month later while she's in Atlanta and Justin asks her to spend one week with him no strings attached. Wanting to escape her own problems back at home, she agrees and has the most passionate time of her life.

All work and later for play has always been Nikki Wade's motto. Until the enticingly hot yet complicated Bakari Youngblood convinces her otherwise while at a conference in Jamaica. After a tough emotional two years of pain and loneliness and one night of unexpected passion with Bakari, Nikki gives in to his request to be uninhibited. And soon, she rediscovers herself and realizes that love is possible again. But is that love possible with Bakari who seems to be holding something back?

I've fallen for the enemy. An enemy in every sense of the word. He stole my promotion. He's an overbearing control freak. And he once hurt someone I loved. I hate him. Well, I used to hate him. I relentlessly pursued him with ulterior motives to destroy him. Now . . . now he imbues my every waking breath.

Critically acclaimed relationship sex-pert, and licensed therapist Dr. Tiy-E Muhammad is back with his latest installment aptly titled Notes from a Professional Player where he boldly tackles the antiquated meaning of “Player” and offers a re-imagined definition of what a contemporary player, a.k.a. "Ladies Man", is or supposed to be. Drawing upon his debut novel, From Player to Poet, and his years in private marriage and family counseling, Dr. Tiy-E now raises the bar, and zeros in on the definition of a “Professional Player”, and his responsibilities.

Impossible. I can't fall for this man. He's the type that women want to brag about taming. But I don't believe in urban myths and fairy tales and have no desire to waste time on a man who doesn't know the meaning of fidelity. Especially when that man is my brother's best friend.

Expressing what other's think but never say through black culture and relationships as a 30 year old millennial in New York City. Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/fortheloverspodcast/support

Destined for marriage has always been Dr. Simone Austin's belief, and now that her career is where she wants it, she is ready for forever. In walks one sexy, Chris Alexander, apologetically late to her chemistry class. From the first moment their eyes meet, he tempts her to forget her careful approach to love and focus on their tantalizing moments of the here and now.

I think my best friend just proposed to me . . . am I tripping? How could he remember, he can't be serious. A pact that we made when we were only teenagers couldn't still ring true . . . could it? I promised my best friend that we would get married if we were both thirty-five and still single. At the time, I was a teenager and believed that I would be married long before that age. But I was wrong. So very wrong. I'll be thirty-five on my next birthday and still single.

Born and raised in Atlanta by a father who blames the family rift on music, Amara Johnson’s talent for guitar and passion for poetry have always been just that: talent and passion that she channels into her work as a music teacher. When her estranged grandfather—a man known as much for his raspy, soulful blues songs as his perplexing personality—passes away, Amara discovers a collection of old letters, journals, and a tattered photo that offer more questions than answers.

It's been five long years . . . five years since I felt his touch, five years since I saw his face and here he is in my DM. I wanted so much more for us, so much so that I haven't let another man touch me in over five years. My friends probably think I'm crazy, but they don't understand when you've had a man who made you feel like no other. Hard to settle for anything less. I could feel the heat and mad chemistry as I ran my fingers across the words on the screen of my phone . . . it was him. I need to see him. I must see him. Just have to make sure that this time I don't get burned.