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Focused and dedicated to what she feels will take her to the next level, Nina is side swiped by an equally focused Troy, who is smitten with her innocence. But does Troy offer more than Nina is able to handle?
Crazed Love is an urban romance thriller that will leave you salivating for more with the turn of each and every page. The author’s attention to detail immerses you so deeply inside the minds of the characters to the point that when you put the book down you will walk away feeling as if you have known the characters all your life. The book packs in surprising plot twists, steamy love scenes, mysterious occurrences, and just enough drama to keep readers coming back for more. Crazed Love whets your appetite for a passionate, modern love story and gives a satisfying payoff with an ending you will never see coming.

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Publié par	Xlibris US
Date de parution	30 mai 2023
Nombre de lectures	1
EAN13	9781669877196
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	2 Mo

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Crazed Love
Nyla Adisa

Copyright © 2023 by Nyla Adisa.
Library of Congress Control Number:
2023908916
ISBN:
Hardcover
978-1-6698-7721-9

Softcover
978-1-6698-7720-2

eBook
978-1-6698-7719-6

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Getty Images are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.
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Rev. date: 05/16/2023

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CONTENTS
Acknowledgments
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Epilogue
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
T he Most High gets all the glory. To my ancestors without your survival there would be no me, Thank you! I would be remised if I did not show an immense amount of love to the woman who helped to open my love of romance novels, my Auntie Charlene. Although you are no longer in the natural/physical world, you are forever in my heart. To my grandmother and grandfather who would have been so proud to see me accomplish this task, I love you to the moon and back. To Michael, I can never repay you for all you have been to me. Micah, David, Arianna, Ian and Jaxon you are my reason for everything good that I do. My mom, I don’t have the words, but I will start with Thank you. Courtney, Nicole (Pooh) and Tai-Anna thanks for reading my book and all the encouragement. My siblings Pierre, Shaneice and Tredell love you forever, Pattie my cousin/sister, we grew up like sisters, but cousin is the blood title, love you! To all of my family and friends I love you all more than you will ever know. Let’s turn up!
1
I sat and stared at the lake as my feet hang from the pier, a sense of peace came over me. I looked up at the tree line in the distance and enjoyed the golds, reds, browns, and yellows that seem to glisten in the October sun from the trees and into the reflection of the calm water beneath. I inhaled the subtle scent of salt water and the gentle breeze that blew through my hair that caused the trees to bend in humble submission to its will. I watched as the gentle yet rolling waves floated away from me rhythmically. It was as if nature had its own call, unbothered and uninterrupted especially on days like this. There was no one at the lake but me and the few minnows I saw scurry by. I always came here when I needed to clear my mind. Somehow, this place helped my mind. I left my phone in my car because the last thing I needed or wanted was to be connected to the outside world.
As I thought about the phone, suddenly, the reason that I needed the lake flooded my mind. I looked back down at the rolling waves, and as the waves flowed away from me, the tears swelled in my eyes until the waves became a blur, and the tears flowed from my eyes like a stream. I felt my body began to sob, and my shoulders didn’t seem to belong to me anymore; they bounced up and down with so much intensity, I felt like I had no control over my own body. I am not sure how I got in this place; I am not sure why I was in this place. At this very moment, I think I questioned everything I ever thought that I knew.
Two years earlier
As usual, I was running late. I looked into the mirror as I applied my dark-brown eyeliner around my almond-shaped brown eyes. My eyelashes were long and thick, but I loved the way mascara lifted them up. My tawny-brown-colored clear skin just needed a bit of bronzer on the cheeks, and I always opted for something with a gold hue because it matched my skin’s undertone perfectly. I lined my lips with a brown lip liner and put on a natural medium-pink lipstick and popped on a light-brown lip gloss. I popped a bit of the bronzer on the bridge of my nose and the tip. People always told me I had a button nose. I quickly glanced at my outfit for the day. I opted to wear a pair of black tights and a light-blue sweater dress with a comfortable pair of black uggs. On my wrist as always, I had on my Apple watch with the rose-gold wristband, and hanging from my ears, a simple pair of medium-sized gold hoops. My heart-shaped necklace was in its place as usual. I always dressed simple.
My hair was braided up into a ponytail, and it hang down my back because something on me had to be extra. As I turned in the mirror and looked at myself, I always thought that I was too thin, but that was just my build. I had a butt, though, and my top filled out to a D cup. My shape was decent, but I had a walk that apparently mesmerized men. I never tried to walk in any particular way, but everywhere I went, it drew attention, mostly unwanted. After the quick glance I grabbed my laptop and threw it in my backpack. I looked at my watch and thought that breakfast was not happening today, but if I hurry, I could make it to class on time.
When I got downstairs and out in the corridor, I saw the usual stragglers standing around. “Hey, girl, holla at yo boy real quick!” Omar yelled out to me.
“I can’t, Omar. I am late for class. Shouldn’t you be on your way too?” I responded back while lightly jogging past him and his cronies. I smiled at him and winked.
“You gonna stop playing with me, girl. You know what it is.” He licked his lips as he watched me jog off.
“Where is Taylor at anyway?” I retorted back.
His boys started laughing. “Nina Forte, if you give me the time, she will be a distant memory.” Omar was still talking as his voice faded in the distance.
One thing for sure and two for certain, Omar will never be more than a friend or an acquaintance. Now, don’t get me wrong; he was fine-fine. I mean, that man was downright gorgeous, and he knew it. He was about six feet three with that beautiful chocolate skin. He looked like he could be Morris Chestnut’s son. And his people were paid. And I mean paid. His father was into the tech industry and made it big with some financial app that he had created in the early 2000s, and his mother was a plastic surgeon to the stars. So he would make someone very comfortable if he ever decided to settle down. But that comfortability would definitely come with a price. Omar was on his way to the NBA; he was the star basketball player at our university.
Omar and I went out on exactly two dates our freshmen year. Our second date, we went to a house party after we grabbed a bite to eat at a wing spot right outside of campus. We ended up at the party, and when we went in, girls were all over him, and he didn’t shy away from the attention. So I was stuck looking crazy, but even worse, I felt foolish. I went and sat on the porch and talked to one of the homeys, Big Dee. He was older than all of us, but he was cool. Not really my type; he was about three hundred pounds, but he really was a sweetheart. He told me that I deserved better than a player like Omar. Big Dee was so sweet, he even joked about him and me getting together once I graduated. I agreed with him as far as Omar was concerned. I gave him a kiss on the cheek, and he walked me back to the dorm, and from that night forward, I knew that Omar was not the one for me.
Don’t get me wrong; he was a gentleman, but he was always booked and busy. I don’t mean with his basketball career either; I mean with the ladies. He is the kind you can take home to the family, and he could get the pass too. That brother is smooooooth. But I have never been one for the heartache. I don’t just jump into bed with men. In fact, I have never jumped in the bed with any man. That is how I keep my focus. I know a lot of people feel like that is corny or whatever, but it beats getting pregnant by a random or staying hooked up to a man over emotions, and, bonus, I get to keep my self-respect intact.
I got to class just in time. I sat down and took in the lecture. Once that class ended, I walked to the dining hall to grab some fruit because I was so hungry, I could hardly think. I grabbed a couple of pieces of fruit and a yogurt. I walked slowly back across campus because my next class didn’t start for another twenty minutes. I ate the strawberries, grapes, and yogurt while I walked across campus. I was so glad that this was my last semester here. I was starting my master’s program in January, and I planned to be finished by January of next year.
As I was taking a short cut to class across the parking lot, a silver Infiniti Q70L pulled up next to me with tinted windows, and the driver rolled down the tinted windows slowly. “Excuse me, miss, can you tell me where the HU Convocation Center is located?” A pecan-colored brother with a tapered fade and coal-black curly hair looked me in my eyes with his hazel eyes. I mean, this brother was more than handsome. His dimples flashed at me for a second.
“Um, um,” I stuttered. I felt stupid for a second, then I had to reel it in. Girl, get yourself together , I told myself. “I am sorry. I was thinking about my class. The Convocation Center is back in the other direction.” I gave him directions, and