Bøger af Grey Huffington

Go tell that nigga you fucking the boss now. A menace, I was, the duration of my life. Unsure of what was next, who was next, or where I was headed next. The only for-sure shit in my world was my paper and my people. The ice around my heart was still intact, never being penetrated or as much as tapped. Amazed, I was, the day I encountered you. The perfect analogy for your government, you were cold, Mommas. The impression you left on me heated me to the core, thawing the ice around that red vessel, awakening it from hibernation. A man on a mission, I became the minute I decided that it was you I wanted to myself, promising to never share you with anyone else. The way you came into my world and brought all your beauty with you gave me little room for error. You made me want to be better. You made me want to be the nigga that woke up each day just to love you, again. You made me want to choose you over and over and over. And, I did. A mess, I was discovering the world that we created with one another had been infiltrated. Discovering I was no longer invincible and you were touchable flipped a switch so deep in my dome that I didn't think it was reachable. In the midst of it all, a tear formed, disrupting our bond. Mommas, I'll spend the rest of my days repairing it -but only after the threat has been neutralized.

The second edition of Luca is here. Grey Huffington has changed, rearranged, and added to the original version of the notorious book, Luca. After a full year run on the best-sellers chart, Luca is revived. He's BIGGER and BETTER. She's an angel.And she doesn't mind dancing with a demon.That's why I'd move mountains, dry seas, and hydrate the desert if it made her happy. She brought goodness to the world. It was only right that I made it hers, along with the two tiny beauties that shared her hazel eyes and perfect smile. For them, I'd do whatever. For them, I'd become whoever.He's a protector.And, a far cry from the menace they've labeled him.He's just misunderstood. That's why I'd climb the highest mountain, cross the widest seas, and conquer the desert if it brought us closer together. He brought so much wholesomeness to the world. It was only right that I made him a part of mine, along with my two minis that shared my story and sentiments. Because of him, we'd found happiness. Because of him, we'd found home. The Eisenberg Effect Series Order: LucaLyricLaikeLiamEver*Baisleigh*The Domino Effect Series Order: LedgeLaweHalo*The Berkeley Bred SeriesMalachiMiloMakaiMercer Stars indicate short stories that are not necessary to continue the series.

Even bad boys are capable of having good hearts. The Hussle and Heart series, dedicated to the late Nipsey Hussle, travels to the slums of Channing City and places a magnifying glass on the lives of the biggest hustlers with the biggest hearts.

i loved the way he made me feel.the way he warmed my insides and made my lady parts drum.i loved the way he looked at me, as if I was the best thing that God had created.and, just for him. his round eyes and solid frame was a source of inspiration.i found myself scribbling his features into my pieces. one after the other.stroking my canvas as I imagined he'd stroke me. and, when he finally did, we'd make one unique piece.

First comes love...Then, comes heartache.

Years of suppressing my truest desires and most prominent needs in our relationship had my emotions all over the place, heart hardening and every element that made me a woman seem like a flaw. The softness that I was founded on wasn't welcomed. Over the years, I'd managed to dilute my vulnerability, conceal my pain and deal with my feelings alone. I was merely a shell of the woman that I'd entered the relationship as. But, today, I was reclaiming my power.- This is a novella. -

You should indulge. It'll make you smile.

Cold. The first thing that comes to mind when I think of her.Why you running from me?The first question comes to mind each time she turns her back on me.Rigid and cool to the touch, her heart had ice around it. She'd put it in the deepest, darkest hole and dared anyone to try and fetch it. A man that appreciates a challenge took this one on head first. And, with little bruising, I retrieved it. The red, barely recognizable organ was lifeless. Day by day, I nurtured it, nurtured her, and eventually, it began to beat again. Not just for anyone, but for me. Its revival was life's greatest reward. The victory didn't last very long. My lack of experience with handling something so precious led me to make rookie mistakes, ones that cost me her heart and mine, too. Different.That's what I believe him to be.Who sent you after my heart?It's the question that plagued me each time he set out on my path.His pockets were stuffed and his accounts were limitless, affording him luxuries that not everyone had when it came to me. He didn't flinch at the notion that he had to pay to play. It enticed him. That was my type. He was my type. But, he knew no boundaries. His quest commenced the second our eyes met, my body hypnotizing him and everyone else in the room around us. Sadly, they were a blur. All I saw was him. Tenacity was his specialty. He was as confident as he was persistent, tireless in his efforts to retrieve the one part of me that I'd buried for safekeeping. And, once he had it in his grasp, like every other man I'd shamefully given it to, he crushed it.

Honestly, I think you should just read it.*novelette*

In episodic fashion, read along as two souls find their way back to one another through second chances, uncovered secrets, forgiveness, truthfulness, and heartache. Somber + Rustic realizes it's a much more daunting task, fighting to stay apart than to land together. There are mishaps, hatred, built tension, uncertainties, and fights (plenty), but neither are able to combat the love that is most potent and present amongst the chaos life has created for the two.

Ever had a man to put you first? Prioritize your presence. Emphasize your existence. Maintain his focus... on you? Over everything? As if it was nothing? I hadn't either, not until him. Not until Harlem Knight. *AN EXTENSION OF SLEIGH*

In such a chaotic world, there was one thing that Kincaid desired - Peace & Quiet - and there was one person who could provide it. Sulphur Kincaid.

Inexplicable.Advance Reviewer's Thoughts"I loveeeee it! It's beautiful and sexy af.""Everyone needs a Wolfe!"

Grey Huffington: I liked the connection Essence and Lennox had. I feel like sometimes you're looking for love in so many places, when where you should start is home. It's like losing your favorite bonnet, looking for it high and low only to walk past the mirror and find it on your head the entire time. Or, looking everywhere for your glasses and touching your face to discover their on top of your head or on your eyes, already. I applied that scenario to a quick short story and I'm pretty pleased with the results. This is a story that felt good. Plain and simple.

I knew he was mine.From the minute I laid eyes on his rounds and my oxygen supply suddenly shortened, I was curious. But when he opened his mouth and his words serenaded my soul, I was convinced. And, when my heart stopped at the sight of his chest-rattling smile, I was concerned."I'm Vyking." I remember introducing myself as our fingers intertwined and our palms touched. It was the last time I remember being normal. Because since our introduction, I had been everything but.

if time told us nothing else, it was that we still belonged together. forever.

*THIS IS A SHORT STORY!*Wander and Juelz have spent eight years apart and an eternity loving one another. Their friendship is compromised during Juelz lengthy stint in the Air Force after Wander makes the mistake of her life, complicating their already complex bond. Juelz's return home heightens Wander's anxiety and completely rocks her world. No longer can she conceal the secret she has managed during his absence. Little does Wander know, Juelz has secrets of his own. Their revelations can lead to a life of love and luxury or one of mounting misery. *THIS IS A SHORT STORY!*

Me and you, we're tied. Not just by the heart, but by the souls. Jagged edges and all.

She's a good girl.And she has a thing for bad boys.It's the reason I had to let her go. I knew that I was a mistake she was willing to make over and over, again. I loved her too much to hurt her, but that didn't give anyone else the right to. She's too pure and too precious. And, I'd do any nigga dirty that dared to play with her heart. I wasn't even the exception when it came to her. That's why I knew I had to get my shit together and cater to her heart the way only I could. And until she was mine again, I'd go to war with any nigga, empty my bank accounts, ignite fires between us, sing every love song known to man, and grovel at her feet. Because I wouldn't rest until she belonged to me.He's a heartbreaker.And I'm still recovering from that time he broke mine.Year after year after year, I trick myself into believing that I'm over it - that I'm over him. But then I see his face and the feelings we once shared resurface. We were young and we were in love, but it was a love I was willing to do anything for. He was someone I was willing to do anything for. Suddenly, he decided that my love wasn't enough. While he went on with his life, mine was always stuck on pause. Then, suddenly, I decided that love waits for no one and allowed it into my world again. Happiness has found me in the form of a chocolate, successful black man, yet, I'm still wondering if I would be even happier with him.

Beautiful disaster. The first thing that comes to mind when I think of her.Who hurt you?The first question comes to mind when I open my mouth to greet her.Although it wasn't the easiest to reach, I knew her heart was pure. Gentle to the touch yet stubborn as a bull, she made it hard to resist her. Unintentionally, she sank her hooks in me. She was the calm before my storm. A thunderous, darkening storm with lightning that graciously exposed the paternity of my brother and me. Though the gloom of it all lingered above both our heads, the winds that accompanied the storm were the breath of fresh air that I needed. Instead of the hovering clouds producing gazillions of little droplets of rain, they showered me with new siblings, nieces, nephews, sister-in-laws, and brother-in-laws. For so long, it had just been me, my mother, my cousins, and my brother. But, then there was her and eventually, them. Simultaneously, I found my father and my forever. And, I was ready for whatever when it came down to them both.Victim of my despair.That's what I believe him to be.Why must you continue hurting yourself to love me?It's the question I desperately want to ask the man who sees no flaws in such a flawed woman.Persistent, he was - unintentionally making it most difficult to bury my trauma. Forgetting the past and what it had done to me wasn't easy. I lived with the consequences of it all each and every day. But, him, he made me want to. The issue was, I couldn't. Not for him. Not for me. Not for our future. So, instead of stringing him along, I prayed each day that he'd find someone to fill the void that his heart must've suffered from because I couldn't. But, he didn't want anyone else. He wanted me. I just didn't have myself to give. Not to him... and not even to me.

I assumed it was the start of nothing. But, the way that his existence validated my senses, I quickly learned that it was the start of something. From the moment my eyes rested on him, the gravitational pull was inexplicable. It wasn't that I ever wanted to explain, either. Not to my mind. Not to my soul. Not to my heart. And, not to my lungs that possibly wondered why I had been deprived of more oxygen since the day he'd walked into my room than I had in my entire life. Because, then I would have to conjure a hell of an excuse as to why I was combating every follicle that summed up my own existence, beliefs and morals. Unfortunately, I had none. Not one. All I knew was that I'd been captured by the husky beast and the eagerness to be saved had failed me. I wanted to be here. Right here. And nowhere else in the world would suffice.