Zora Kamel

“The girl's cigarette released this shocking pink smoke reserved for the feminine genre.”
― Sergio Cobo, A Story of Yesterday

“Their lips met in a slow, languid kiss. Salt from her tears mixed with her natural sweetness. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed closer. Her softness, her scent, she filled and overran his senses. He mouthed another kiss against her lips. Heat flared inside his abdomen when she opened her mouth, and kissed him back with firmer lips. 

He sank into her embrace, the heated connection she offered. A kinetic warmth surged through him, lighting, igniting dormant pieces inside—like someone returning home . . . A soft groan, hushed breaths. Their mouths parted and found each other again. He slid his hand behind her neck as he deepened the kiss.”
― J. Rose Black, Losing My Breath

“Are you saying these Christians believe we will never be good enough to marry their daughters because of our race?”
― Leslie K. Simmons, Red Clay, Running Waters

“She has a target on her back because of what you and I have put into place, but you’d better fucking believe I’m not going to let anything else happen to her or my cousin, the rest of my family or my men. If anything happens to anyone I care about… Those motherfuckers were after my attention, and they’ve got it. Just make sure they don’t hurt anyone else.”
― Becky Wilde, Bratva Connection: Maxim