From the day we met, Fire Carlson and I have been in chaos. His constant jokes and witty remarks drive me crazy, and he knows it. We argue and fight, but there are two things I can't deny: our undeniable attraction and how he excels as a father. One heated interaction changes our lives, and suddenly, Fire needs my help. We have to prove that his boys are safe and loved, or risk Fire losing them forever.

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.

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.

After losing his wife to the streets, Roddy decides to move him and his family to Atlanta, Georgia. Swearing off love, he eventually falls for the beautiful socialite of Atlanta, Jia Love. With a combined three million followers across all her social media accounts, she’s that girl. Falling in love with her, he just wants to make her his wife, and a mother figure to his son and daughter. Except, Jia isn’t ready for all of that.

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.