Biography
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.
Summary
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
One
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.
Broken.
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.
