Chapter 1: Book 2
Title: Burning Lineage: Black Home, White Hunger
The minivan groans to a halt in the cracked asphalt driveway, the gravel spitting beneath the tires like an angry cat. He finally moves in, the back of his neck prickling with an unfamiliar heat even before the door slides open. The humid air, thick with the scent of damp earth and something vaguely floral, presses in. Then he sees her.
Her curves are the first thing he notices, an immediate, undeniable current that zings through him. Brown thighs, long and impossibly smooth, stretch out before him like carved sin, catching the afternoon light. They are bare, exposed, almost insolent. His gaze snags, then slides up to her mouth, slick with a gloss that seems to shimmer even from this distance. It’s a deep, rich berry col
