"I d-don't k-know how to kiss"He replied,looking at the ground. "Dont worry I gotchu" I smiled,leaning in.

(Unedited) Tyler Jacobs is a bachelor billionaire that loves to fuck and nothing more. He is cold hearted and emotionless so he keep to himself because of dangerous things he's into. He wants to be alone but his mother wants to see him settle down before dies. She goes out of her way to find women she think is eligible for her son but Tyler isn't having it. Kiara whitehead is a strong , independent, bad ass . She has been dealing with a lot since her mother passed away plus she finds out her boyfriend of 3 years have been cheating on her with one of her Good friend. She just found out some shocking news and doesn't know how she is going to deal with everything. When Tyler runs into Kiara on the street he is at a lost for words and immediately want her to be His but Kiara keeps pushing him away even though she wants him too. She thinks that all men are the same and basically doesn't want to deal with what she dealt with in the pass. Will Kiara let Tyler claim her as his or will she keep pushing him away?

Many people don't know me, but I don't know who me is either. I can't tell you if I'm the loud or rude stereotypical black girl because Mom would say I need to speak up. I'm using my library voice with strangers. I can't tell you I'm the introvert because I like good company. I was born into a world that judges me before they get to know me. And try to attack the concept of happiness. I need it most in this filthy world we live in. I need you. Because you listened and didn't say a word. Just you being there was enough to make me believe you understood the troubles in my sentences and words spoken in a foreign language. I want myself back but I can't remember who I was. || Ebonee desires life to the fullest content as a brown skin but is constantly faced with life's realities that can never turn into her sudden dreams. As she is constantly faced with comparisons of her beauty, cruel judgment, and love she didn't expect it to turn out so unplanned in her premeditated life. || || Then there's Beau, who lives such a different world outside of the way Ebonee sees it as he tries to determine who is his out to kill him. Living two different worlds in hope to find a middle ground, somewhere, between light and dark, in the novel of BROWN SKIN. ||

"Don't touch me," Maja said pulling her arm away. Angelo shook his head. "Why can't you just admit you like me?" He asked her. "I don't." Maja pouted crossing her arms. "But you do. It's obvious." Maja scoffed looking away from him. "Whenever I'm near you tense. When I touch you get goosebumps and let's not forget the way you respond when I kiss you." He said taking a step closer to each point he made. Maja turned realized how close he had gotten. "Let's get one thing straight. This." She said gesturing between the two of them. "Is just for a grade. Nothing more." She said rolling her eyes. Angelo walked up to her pinning her against the wall. "Is that really how your feeling?" He asked as he pulled chin up to look at him. Angelo smirked when he saw her eyes widened as she looked down feeling him pressed against her.

Samaria Jones is one of the best talent and PR managers in the business. She's got her own company, as much money as she could ever want, a great place and a lot of power. She's worked to become everything she said she would be. When she finds herself in the company and ultimately in charge of up and coming actor Tom Hiddleston, she's taken for a bit of a wild ride. _________________________________________ Tom knows she can't date him; as long as she's his manager there's no way they could ever be involved. But he can't get enough of her, and he'd do anything to have her. Including agreeing to an arrangement only someone who's completely crazy would agree to. But he's incredibly intrigued and if that's the only way he can get closer to her then that's the risk he's willing to take. But the consequences are far worse than he could of imagined; and as long as he's around her he's constantly putting himself in danger. And ultimately he's left to ask himself the question he's wondered since the first time he met her: Can he be the kind of man she likes?

She was his best kept secret, his most treasured possession, an African-American beauty who won his heart from the very beginning. But keeping what he did for a living a secret from her and trying to keep her a secret from his enemies was proving to be the hardest job he'd ever had as an assassin.

"SAY SOMETHING!" Nikki screamed at him. "You're an asshole." "Don't curse at me." He warned but she was too angry and emotional to listen. "No! Asshole! Dick!" She got in his face. "What are you going to about it, Don!" He run his hand through his hair. They looked into each other's eyes, no one ready to back down. Out of nowhere, she connected her palm to his cheeks. She saw his jaw clench but did it again. "You need to stop hitting me Cara." His voice had a dangerous edge to it but she missed it. She did it again. "What are going to do?" She asked again, this time shoving him in the chest. "Cara check your self." "Or else what? Huh?" She shoved him again. "What are you going to do, Bitch!?" She lifted her hand to hit him but before it made contact, her back was against the wall, hard. His face was dangerously close yo hers. His jaw clenched and unclenched. "Wh....." He connected their lips, shutting her up. The kiss was forceful, like he was pouring all his anger out. "Maybe he's having his own older version of baby's day out." (BOOK 2 OF THE PRETEND HEIRESS BUT CAN BE READ SEPARATELY.

Fair warning- Major plot holes and rushed writing - "Is this for me or him?" He spoke as he traced the waistband of her soft pink lace thong. "Neither of you." She spoke roughly as she rolled her eyes again. Angelo was all about possession and it was something she'd never grant him. Her legs spread as he kissed her through her panties. "Mmm looks like they're for me based on our current situation, no?" He chuckled as he slid them down her legs before they disappeared into his pocket. "Oh shut up and eat me." "My pleasure." -- Serenity Jones, a 29 year old newly hired FBI intelligence analyst and previous NYPD detective, had never planned to sleep with cold hearted Mobster Angelo Costello once- let alone the countless other times it'd happened. *Full description inside* ****WARNING THERE WILL BE MATURE SCENES SUCH AS MURDER, GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS, SEXUAL SITUATIONS, AND HARSH LANGUAGE! TRIGGER WARNING****