This book? Straight heat with layers. Shakur was that dude—lowkey, respectful, and stood on business every time. Book bae certified. He ain’t ask for no drama, but he handled his with maturity and pride.

On the flip side, Teyaira was delusional as hell, and her mama? A full-blown enabler. Both of them had me rolling my eyes hard.

Now let’s get into my girl Presley. Whew! If life ever threw hands, Presley was catching them all—but still showed up with poise. She’s the kind of character you ride for from page one. Her story hit deep—women judged harshly for just trying to live. Shvonne Latrice held nothing back, especially when it came to hard topics like SA and rape (TW is real, so don’t skip past it).

The romance? Whew, chile. The smexy scenes were top tier—passionate, detailed, and made you feel everything the characters were going through. The tension? Immaculate. We saw the love building before the characters even caught up.

As for the side characters? Virgil and Jamie need to exit stage left permanently. Virgil can rot, respectfully. And Jamie? Presley’s mama was too busy chasing dusty men to show up for her daughter. I was ready to square up over some of her scenes.

Shvonne Latrice really did her thing. This book was gritty, emotional, and full of fire. Presley is THAT girl, and this is one of those stories that stays with you. Solid four stars. Don’t sleep on it. Now on to the next book because the end?? Whaaaaat!