Monday, May 11, 2015

Deeper By Allyn Lesley


allyn lesley writes real stories about real people. 

As a teen, allyn lost herself in the pages of some of Romance’s heavyweights, trusting that a happy ever after was just around the corner. In allyn’s own writing journey, as in life, she’s learned that people don’t always experience recovery and restoration after a fall. Her stories speak to the gritty side of life where the right choice isn't always easily identified and happiness not quickly gained.




Everything Avianna Linton thought she knew was shattered in one traffic stop. With her life turned upside down, she flees to the bright lights of New York City hoping for anonymity and a new life. 

Rising from nothing, Noah Adams holds onto his power and control with a bone-crushing grip. No one dared challenge his authority until her...

Avi’s disdain for Noah is barely contained, and Noah does everything he can to restrain himself—a concept he has little experience with.

There’s more between the two than either of them realize. A force looms near, hovering with deadly precision and motivated solely by revenge.

Avi wonders who her new friends truly are and if she’s already in too deep. Noah, accustomed to getting what he wants, will do whatever it takes to draw Avi in deeper. 

Deeper is an interracial romantic suspense novel by new author allyn lesley.




© allyn lesley 2015



Summer 2011


No more than thirteen years old, a girl in hand-me downs and ill-fitting shoes stomped down the sidewalk. Everywhere her plain brown eyes landed was brokenness.

            The row houses that made up her run-down neighborhood were broken.

            The few cars parked along the curb belonging to people who used the vehicles as temporary shelters when they couldn’t afford the rent were broken.

            And the neighbors … The neighbors were the worst. Their entire beings were broken. Their minds crumbled by choices they were pushed by life to make. Their physical bodies aged before their time by lack of access to quality food choices. Their psyches irreparably damaged by parents who were stuck in a generational cycle they didn’t have the tools to break through.


            Everyone who lived in this part of town was broken.

            And what did brokenness lead to?

            Without a backward glance, she ran from the home where just weeks prior she had found her parents with their mouths agape, forearms corded off, and needles sticking from their veins.

            She ran from her brokenness.

            The teen rounded a corner and slowed her pace to a cool, unaffected gait before she approached the men who were huddled together. This was the place, the corner, in Lower Manhattan to get the best drugs, everybody knew that—addict or not.

            The teen gripped the crumbled money in her pocket, a gift from the police officer who felt the need to check on what was left of her family from time to time. With a kind smile that reached his violet eyes, he’d told her to buy something just for her. Maybe he thought she’d treat herself to some earrings or her favorite ice cream—little kid stuff—but she had lost her childhood a long, long time ago.

            Around her, men and women with sunken, scabbed-over cheeks became the norm. The little girl stuck out like a sore thumb but had no intention of remaining an ‘other’ any longer. The euphoric smile on the faces of her neighbors, her deceased parents, and sibling—she wanted that, even for just a little while.  

            “You got anything?” she muttered to no one in particular.

            “You lost, kid?” the young man in the center of the group asked, snickering to his companions.

            “I’m not a kid,” she said with defiance. Her face rose higher in the air and she squared her thin shoulders. Even with a mature body, the freckles that littered the bridge of her nose and spread to the apples of her baby face said otherwise.

To amuse her he said, “Okay. So you’re no kid.” He peered at her closer. “But hand to God, I swear I’ve seen your face before.”

            He probably had.    

            Before their deaths, images of the girl’s parents’ faces hung in neighborhood stores identifying them as regular shoplifters. They had been arrested so many times they were on a first-name basis with their arresting officers.

            With her face blazing in embarrassment, the little girl toed the cracked pavement. “I want your best.” Her words came out low and stammering. She wasn’t a kid, and she planned to prove it. “I want the best you have,” she repeated louder then shoved the formerly crisp bills into his face.

            Greed alighted his eyes.

            “Yo, man, she’s only a ki—”

            “Shut the fuck up,” he yelled at the sole dissenter. “If it’s green, we take it.” He pocketed the money then looked around.

            “Hey,” she shouted, taking a step toward him. If he thought he would stiff her, he had another thing coming.

            “Relax, kid,” he said with a canny smile. “I wouldn’t do you dirty when your folks were my biggest customers.” His evil laugh chilled her though the air was balmy. “Take a walk with my friend over there.”

            The young thug had at least a hundred pounds on her and towered over her by maybe a foot and half. She tucked her chin into her shirt and kept her gaze low, following the boy’s sneakered feet to a nearby abandoned house.

            “Stay here.” He looked up and down the street to ensure they weren’t followed before disappearing behind a door that was falling off its hinges. Before the girl had a chance to worry, he was back and shoving a small opaque rectangle in her hand.

            Almost too beautiful, the deep purple petal and green stalk painted on the waxy paper dominated the small expanse. She giggled at the ornate flower.

            “Take Over. Best shit on the market,” he said before walking away.

            Holding the pretty bag against her heart, she turned and walked in the opposite direction.


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Avi has a checkered past she doesn’t trust many with her secrets let alone her heart. Through her best friend well only friend Anna she crosses paths with the King of New York Noah Adams. Not used to running in the same circles Avi dismisses him. I mean really who is he except a gorgeous Adonis who oozes confidences and makes her heart flutter? But Avi is much more than meets the eye she has secrets of her own and has issues with abandonment. Noah is more than confident he can break down those walls Avi has put up brick by brick if that’s what it would take to have her.

Noah doesn’t like the word no. He doesn’t take it from his enemies and he won’t put up with it from his woman. Noah is an alpha male in the true sense of the word the only thing is like many dominant characters he has some darkness that rules his life. He is in urban terms a street pharmacist/drug dealer. It’s the only life he knows and because of this life it has made him the ruthless man he is today. Seemingly from two different worlds Avi and Noah have more in common than meets the eye. I will say that I love the fact that Avi made him work for her affection. Although at times she was a little annoying with the cat and mouse game. I just wanted to tell her, “go to him, let him help you.” This book has some very “deep” elements to it. It’s more than just a romance it’s a mystery. You see there is some drug hitting the street a lethal drug, enemies are working behind the scenes and little Avi is right in the enemies sights. Will Noah and Avi new found love conquer their enemies of will Avi run like she has been known to do?

What I loved about this story is that the characters were multidementional and as readers we get to see the characters grow within their relationship. Each character has a connection and when you find out what it is whoa!!! Stay tuned for book 2. If you are looking for a mystery, mixed with some good old fashioned romance this is the book for you. Please judge this book for yourselves and not based on this one review.