Once Again It's On!!!! Kenya a/k/a Tastey and her twin sister London return in this highly anticipated sequel of Essence Best Seller "SAY U PROMISE!" When you combine several Murders, a callous and cold hearted brutal rape, one crazed Uncle hell bent on revenge, stolen dope money and a hired Hit Man hot on your tracks, you've got one huge freaking problem on your hands! How can two girls from Detroit be caught in the middle of so much chaos and all out confusion?! "Say U Promise...AGAIN!

"What would you do if your sister's man got you pregnant? Or you were involved in covering up several unsolved murders, one that you even committed? With a lethal dose of backstabbing and betrayal, the Detroit-born and raised twins finally realize that blood isn't thicker than water"--P. [4] of cover.

When their parents are discovered brutally murdered in a ditch, Kenya and London are left orphaned; forced to navigate through the unforgiving streets of Detroit alone. They might be identical twins, but they are as different as night and day. With one fighting relentlessly to make it out of the ghetto, the other eagerly embraces everything their deceased parents believed in: selling drugs, living fast, and even dying young if it means getting paid. Kenya is coldhearted and crazy, just like her Pops. Nothing is off limits, and no one else matters—not even her sister, if she gets in her way. Blood may be thicker than water, but in one sister’s eyes, cash is king; it’s her only family, and most definitely the head of her conniving household! After several brutal experiences, the sisters are forced to flee Detroit, and once again their lives are turned upside down. This time, the consequences could land them both in jail—or dead and unclaimed in the county morgue.

A Washington Post Best Book of Year Winner of the 2004 Latino Book Award This sweeping drama of intimately connected families-black, white, and Latino-boldly conjures up the ever-shifting cultural mosaic that is America. At its heart is Vidamia Farrell, half Puerto Rican, half Irish, who sets out in search of the father she has never known. Her journey takes her from her affluent suburban home to the Lower East Side of Manhattan, where her father Billy Farrell now lives with his second family. Once a gifted jazz pianist, Billy lost two fingers in the Vietnam War and has since shut himself off from jazz. While Billy's colorful new family draws Vidamia into their fold, so she determines to draw her father back into the world he left behind.

Forced to flee Detroit, ruthless and rotten Kenya and her identical twin, London, have dodged the bullets of a vicious hired hit man and endured the pain of a brutal rape. Now, due to mistaken identity, the girls must deal with Storm's strange disappearance and his partner's heinous murder before it's too late and they're next. Once again the sisters' lives are turned upside down. This time, the consequences could land them both in jail—or dead and unclaimed in the county morgue. Ms. Michel Moore is back with another gripping installment of the dramatic Say U Promise series.

When their parents are discovered brutally murdered in a ditch, Kenya and London are left orphaned, forced to navigate through the unforgiving streets of Detroit. They might be identical twins, but they are as different as night and day. With one fighting relentlessly to make it out of the ghetto, the other eagerly embraces true hood life and everything their deceased parents believed in: selling drugs, living fast, and even dying young if it means getting paid. Kenya's coldhearted and crazy, just like her Pops. Nothing is off limits, and no one else matters—not even her sister, if she gets in her way. Blood may be thicker than water, but in one sister's eyes, cash is king; it's her only family, and most definitely the head of her conniving household!

From the USA TODAY bestselling author of Sweet Thing and Nowhere But Here comes a love story about a Craigslist “missed connection” post that gives two people a second chance at love fifteen years after they were separated in New York City. To the Green-eyed Lovebird: We met fifteen years ago, almost to the day, when I moved my stuff into the NYU dorm room next to yours at Senior House. You called us fast friends. I like to think it was more. We lived on nothing but the excitement of finding ourselves through music (you were obsessed with Jeff Buckley), photography (I couldn’t stop taking pictures of you), hanging out in Washington Square Park, and all the weird things we did to make money. I learned more about myself that year than any other. Yet, somehow, it all fell apart. We lost touch the summer after graduation when I went to South America to work for National Geographic. When I came back, you were gone. A part of me still wonders if I pushed you too hard after the wedding… I didn’t see you again until a month ago. It was a Wednesday. You were rocking back on your heels, balancing on that thick yellow line that runs along the subway platform, waiting for the F train. I didn’t know it was you until it was too late, and then you were gone. Again. You said my name; I saw it on your lips. I tried to will the train to stop, just so I could say hello. After seeing you, all of the youthful feelings and memories came flooding back to me, and now I’ve spent the better part of a month wondering what your life is like. I might be totally out of my mind, but would you like to get a drink with me and catch up on the last decade and a half? M