Diary of a Baddie: Jollof Jawns and Gronah Boys
 
Four years at Harvard tested more than her GPA; she thought transferring to Temple would be a step down. She walked away from Harvard with a flawless transcript, a fractured spirit, and one little pill that almost ruined it all. She thought transferring to Temple would be a step down. Instead, it was a step up. Philadelphia was a new kind of magic she never knew she needed. The city met her at the door with sunshine, compliments, and the kind of flavors that taste like home.
 
When her father calls, insisting that she attend her aunt’s birthday party—“You big so, you can’t go ya auntay party, but you not too big to broke?”—this was her second chance to do things right. But some temptations don’t wait for permission.
 
They pull up, pop out, and whisper, “You know you missed this.” She reluctantly attends her aunt’s party, dressed to dip in thirty minutes or less, when her father playfully threatens to cut her allowance off: “Da party or da pocket—choose one.” 
 
The Jollof had her reminiscing about her childhood. There were a few jawns at the party that night. Then he walked in. He was a fine distraction—the kind that gets you extra servings and extra problems.
 
And just like that, thirty minutes turned into being the last to leave the party.
Now she’s knee-deep in labs and clinicals by day, and by night, rolling in the sheets with a man who knows all the right things to say to keep her off track from her ride to success.
 
This isn’t the life she planned. It’s the life that slipped between the sheets and said, “Let me show you something real quick.”  Gronah boys? Oh, they don’t play fair. If pleasure had a price, he was it.
 
Jollof Jawns & Gronah Boys is a spicy, slow-simmering story about desire, discipline, and the danger of losing control. With mouthwatering bites, it’s addicting—a story about ambition, and the kind of trouble you swear you’re done with… until it texts you “hey, you up?” at midnight.