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Publié par	Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
Date de parution	02 avril 2019
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781648540189
Langue	English

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Copyright © 2019 by B. Love
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Contents

Synopsis

Let’s Connect!

About the Author

Fatigued

1. Kaia

2. Liam

3. Javaris

4. Catalina

5. Amari

6. Kaia

7. Liam

8. Catalina

9. Amari

10. Kaia

11. Catalina

12. Kaia

13. Catalina

14. Liam

15. Javaris

16. Kaia

17. Catalina

18. Amari

19. Kaia

20. Liam

21. Catalina

22. Amari

23. Javaris

24. Catalina

25. Amari

26. Catalina

27. Catalina

28. Amari

29. Kaia

30. Catalina

Also by B. Love
Synopsis

“I'm tired of loving you, more than I love me
For choosing your version of perfect
Over my deeply seeded need.”
In part one of “My Savage and his Side Chick” bonds were created and destroyed. Kaia has finally been forced to face the truth about Javaris. But with that truth comes the weight of having his life in her hands. For if she tells Amari about what she saw… there will be nothing stopping him from going after his best friend relentlessly.
Catalina may not have been looking for love, however, she’s slowly finding it in Amari. But with love comes the possibility of pain. There are secrets that Amari has kept hidden for as long as he possibly could, fearing his relationship with Catalina will end when she finds out the truth.
In the finale of “My Savage and his Side Chick” the definitions of loyalty and forgiveness are tested. Sisters Catalina and Kaia learn if it’s possible to love a man that the streets have already claimed or if they will remain Amari and Javaris’ side chicks until they retire from the game.
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About the Author

Voted AAMBC’s 2018 Romance author of the year, Master storyteller, B. Love, is the unparalleled self-love teacher. As the powerhouse for modern-day womanhood, she pens contagious content that encourages readers to internalize admiration and intimacy. She allows her most powerful vessel to guide her stories, wholly.
Since age 12, Love has been spreading self-awareness, care, and appreciation. For close to three years, Love has authored over 75 publications centered around heart-piercing, reverence-worthy romance. Her novels not only entertain but challenge the audience to explore love. With a keen eye for passion, desire and dynamism she includes heuristic methods in her beautifully curated accounts of life.
B. Love’s entire persona is spearheaded by her incredible infatuation with the power of love. Contained within each novel, is an edification created for the glorification of self. Her pen bleeds for the souls who need just an inkling of empowerment. Each story is written with the intent to enlighten, engross and enkindle the passion in whoever picks up her book.
Fatigued

I'm tired of loving you, more than I love me
For choosing your version of perfect
Over my deeply seeded need
For affection, attention
Not that I was asking or searching for perfection
Yet you ask me, in not so many words to choose you like that wasn't the cause of my hurt.
Our connection was never to be severed
I'm so tired of crying for you night after night
As I lay, chasing sleep
My savage love, faithful in the flesh
I’m mistress to these streets

Jess Words
She has an AMAZING poetry collection available on Amazon titled “Warmest Regards: My Letters to the Process” and you do NOT want to sleep on it!
Chapter One

Kaia

Q uickly, I dressed and hoped I could meet Javaris at his place before he started his day. By the time I got to his house he was already there. Instead of knocking, I decided to let myself in to surprise him. On the way there, I’d stopped by the liquor store and gotten a bottle of his favorite – Hennessy. It wouldn’t make up for having sex with another man, but I was hoping I could get him drunk enough for my confession to go in one ear and out of the other.
Quietly, I closed the door behind me and headed down the hall. The bottom level of the house was completely still, so I figured he was up in his room asleep. Javaris was hardly ever at home, and when he was he spent that time sleeping or showering. Sure enough, I heard the TV coming out of his room when I was about a foot away. The door was cracked, so I peeped inside, expecting to see him sound asleep.
But he was wide awake.
And not only was he wide awake...
But he wasn’t alone.
Tears filled my eyes immediately at the sight of him pounding into her.
The bottle of Hennessy slipped from my hand. I covered my mouth as her name slipped from it through a quiet whisper.
“Jada.”
Glass shattered. Brown liquor splattered against the floor and walls. My leg. But I didn’t even care. Not in that moment. In that moment, all I cared about was the sight before me. Of the man I’d come to fix issues with fucking someone else. And not just someone else – his best friend’s little sister. Her ass had literally just turned eighteen.
Covering my mouth, my head shook as my eyes watered more. Jada busied herself with covering her body, sadness overtaking her face. What was once an expression of ecstasy had quickly become one of regret. Javaris leaped from the bed, snatching his boxers in the process. Not wanting him to try to get to me, I forced myself to move, stepping on broken glass. Glass that was just as broken as my heart.
Its pieces jumbled around my rib cage as I briskly jogged down the hall.
But did I have the right to be mad?
Because I’d just had sex with another man.
Yes, I could say with 100% confidence that that wouldn’t have happened if Javaris would have been treating me better, but I could have easily broken up with him on my birthday and it wouldn’t have been cheating.
By the time I’d made it to my car, I felt like I could breathe again, but that quickly came to a stop when I felt Javaris grab my forearm and use it to turn me around. Pressing my body into my car, he stared at me with wide eyes, mouth open as he panted. He’d run after me with only boxers and one Nike slide on.
At first, I thought it was because he wanted to make sure I was okay, but I realized that wasn’t the case when the first words out of his mouth were, “You can’t tell Amari about this. He’ll kill me.”
With a slight chuckle, I inhaled deeply and took a moment to calm myself before replying. Because my reply wouldn’t have come out through words. It would come through fists swinging. And me and Catalina promised not to resolve our issues with violence. Not after what happened to Marco.
“That’s all you care about right now?” His head lowered, but I lowered my eyes to be able to still look in his. “You don’t give a damn about the fact that I just caught you having sex with another woman, not even a full hour after you left my place trying to fix things between us. My hurt doesn’t matter to you. It never has, has it?”
Javaris lifted his head and looked at me briefly before looking away again.
“Are you going to tell him or not?”
“Is she the first one, Javaris?”
He met my eyes again. “No.” Lowering his shoulders, he released a sigh of relief. “She’s not. I’ve been fucking off with Dreya too. And before her it was someone else. But none of that matters right now. You had my heart. As much of it as I had to give. But I won’t have a heart or my life if you tell Amari. Promise me that you won’t tell him, Kaia.”
At a loss for words, my left leg shook as I blinked rapidly in disbelief. With a chuckle, I turned and tried to get in the car. Clearly, I meant absolutely nothing to him. I guess this moment was what it would take to get me to leave his ass alone, because all of the love I swore I had for him slowly began to fizzle within my stomach. If I didn’t get away from him soon, the rumbling in my stomach would lead to me throwing up everything I’d had for breakfast.
Right at his feet.
At least then he’d have a visual representation of how sick he made me.
Before I could open the door, Javaris was turning me around again. With his hand wrapped around my neck, he pinned me against the car a second time. Squeezing gently, he requested, “I need you