She just looked up at me, breath catching in her throat, eyes wide and wet beneath the streetlight. The pink of her dress shimmered under the glow, her skin gleaming like bronze polished by heat and defiance. "You want to dance drunk in some stranger's hands?" I demanded, jaw tight. "Fine. Just say it." She stared at me. Furious. Flushed. Shaking. Then she whispered, "Why does it matter so much?" I didn't answer. Couldn't. Because the truth would've ripped open everything. So it came out before I could stop it-low, guttural, the sound of something breaking free. "Because you're not theirs." She froze. And then... she stepped closer. Just a breath. Just a whisper of space left between us. "Then kiss me," she said, voice soft but certain. "You always stop. You always pull away. You tell me you notice me. That you protect me. But you never kiss me." She looked up at me, trembling. "So kiss me. Or let me go." I didn't move. Not for a heartbeat. Not for five. Because I knew what would happen once I did. There would be no turning back. Not for her. Not for me. She looked like sin and sweetness wrapped in fire and I'd already gone too long pretending I didn't want to burn. So I moved. One hand slid to her waist, dragging her closer. The other tangled in the back of her curls, angling her mouth to mine. And then I kissed her. God, I kissed her. Like she was the only source of oxygen left in the world. Like her lips were something I could consume. Like kissing her could fix every cracked, corrupted thing inside me. It wasn't gentle. It was possession. Teeth, tongue, breathless heat and broken restraint. Her mouth opened under mine. I took advantage tasting rum, rebellion and something so soft I nearly lost my balance. Her fingers gripped my jacket like she was afraid I'd disappear if she let go.She moaned into me. That sound soft, desperate, mine shot straight to the center of my chest. I deepened the kiss, groaning as her body arched into mine,

When broke ER nurse Evelyn Santos stumbles upon a brutal mafia murder in the alley behind her hospital, she thinks her life is over-until the killer spares her life on one condition: she becomes his personal medic. Now caught between her ailing daughter, her cold-hearted family, and a world of crime she never wanted to enter, Evelyn must learn to survive. But the more time she spends with cold, calculating mafia boss Nicolas Moretti, the more the lines blur between captive and protector... and the less she wants to leave. 🥇#Italian 10/22/25 🥉#bwwm 10/22/25 🥉#nurse 10/27/25 🥈#babymama 10/30/25 🥇#evelyn 11/6/25 🥇#nurse 11/15/25 🥇#singleparent 12/5/25

He left a mark I never asked for. Now he wants to finish the piece. Amina Westbrook didn't choose motherhood. But when her younger sister dropped a baby and disappeared, Amina stepped up, raised that little girl as her own, and never looked back. Seven years later, the past comes tatted, cocky, and fine as hell-standing in the grocery store with the same hypnotic eyes her daughter sees in the mirror. Santiago Vega. Zuri's father. The man who left before he ever knew she existed. Now he wants in. He wants time. Forgiveness. A chance to be a father. And every time he shows up with that deep voice and soft smirk, Amina hates how badly she wants to let him. Santiago isn't just showing up for Zuri-he's showing up for her. Fixing things she didn't ask him to fix. Dropping money in her hand like it's his right. Touching her like he already knows how she breaks. Amina's been holding everything together for so long, she doesn't know how to let go. Doesn't know how to want someone who actually stays. But Santiago stays. Through the attitude. The boundaries. The sparks that keep catching fire. And when he finally gets his hands on her? There's nothing soft about it. Now she's spiraling in his sheets, clashing with him in front of her family, and falling harder than she ever meant to. Because Santiago doesn't just want to play daddy. He wants the whole damn family. And this time, he's not leaving until he has them. Ink Don't Lie is a gritty, emotionally charged, standalone romance about second chances, found family, and the kind of love that refuses to walk away.

"She's the fuse," Rowan muttered. "And we're all gonna burn." _____ Sadie Quinn didn't plan on ending up in a nowhere town like Deadwater, Texas. But running doesn't always come with options, just a half-charged phone, a bag over her shoulder, and a past she'd rather not look back at. She came for the job. A quiet cabin. A paycheck. A chance to feel like herself again. What she found were four men. Rhett, the cold, commanding boss with eyes like judgment and a voice like gravel. Colt, all sharp edges and low threats, the one who doesn't believe in giving space. Rowan, charming and reckless, always smiling like he knows what she's thinking. And Levi, the quiet one. Unreadable, intense... and the first to truly see her. They're not just cowboys. Not just ranchers. There's something darker behind those stares. Something dangerous under the surface of Hollow Creek. Sadie doesn't trust easily. But every day on that ranch pulls her in deeper. Toward secrets, toward heat, toward the kind of want that can burn everything down. She came here to escape. She might've just found the thing that finally undoes her. _____ Updating frequently

Synopsis: Her parents raised her to save lives. He was born to take them. At twenty-three, Dr. Evangeline James has her dream job and a haunted heart. One of Manhattan's youngest pediatric surgeons, she spends her days stitching up children and her nights keeping her demons in check. Raised under her parents' strict Southern roof-with gospel in her ears and shame stitched into her spine-Evangeline ran to New York for more than ambition. She came for air. For control. For secrets. She never expected to find him-a man bleeding to death behind a dumpster in the freezing cold, clutching a gun like it was a lifeline. One look into those brutal, obsidian eyes and Evangeline knew: this man was not a victim. He was a threat. And somehow, she still brought him home. He said his name was Lorenzo DeLuca. She knew it belonged to a monster. Not just a mafia prince-but the heir to the DeLuca empire. A man carved from violence and baptized in blood. A man who's used to getting what he wants-and now he wants her. Lorenzo is sin in human form. dark silk, loaded guns, and soft-spoken commands. He makes promises that sound like threats and touches her like she's already his. He says he'll protect her from his world-but his world is made of bodies, betrayal, and war. And Evangeline? She's no saint. What begins as a mercy spirals into a dangerous obsession. He's possessive. Unforgiving. Addicted. And the deeper Evangeline falls into Lorenzo's shadows, the more she questions everything-her morals, her loyalties, even her own pleasure. Because nothing about this is holy. Nothing about him is safe. But God, she craves him anyway. And she might not survive what loving him will cost.

BLACK WOMEN MC DISCLAIMER: This book contains explicit content and mature themes intended for readers aged 18 and over. It is not a traditional romance, but rather a deeply complex and dark exploration of a toxic relationship. The characters' dynamics involve intense emotional manipulation, power struggles, and actions that may be triggering to some readers. Please be advised that this story delves into themes that are explicit, emotionally charged, and may not be suitable for all audiences. Proceed with caution. "Tell me again how you don't want me," he whispers, dragging his lips down her neck. "Say it under oath, and I might even believe you." Jasmine Taylor doesn't lose. Not in the courtroom, not in life. At just twenty-six, she's built an ironclad reputation: fierce, brilliant, and unshakably professional. But when she's assigned the biggest case of her career-defending Dimitri Alekseev, a dangerously alluring Russian immigrant accused of murder-her world begins to crack. Dimitri isn't just a suspect. He's a problem. Tall, tattooed, and terrifyingly unreadable, with ties to a powerful family the law doesn't dare touch. The evidence against him is overwhelming. The press wants him buried. And deep down, Jasmine suspects the whispers are true. But the more time she spends with him, the harder it becomes to separate fact from instinct. Because beneath his cold exterior is something intoxicating. Calculated charm. Raw heat. And secrets whispered in the dark. As the trial barrels forward, Jasmine finds herself pulled into his world-one filled with shadows, blood ties, and undeniable temptation. The closer she gets to the truth, the more she risks not just her career, but her safety... and her soul. What happens when the woman who always plays by the rules falls for the man who was born to break them?

Isabella had never really fit into the mold that her family was forcing her in. Luckily, she finds a place that accepts her as she is. However, she didn't expect it to be among a bunch of rowdy bikers. *** Isabella knew how her life would go - even if she didn't like it. Since the day she was born she had been shaped and squished into the role of the perfect high-society trophy girl. But the shoe never really fit. She was too curious, too clumsy, too nice. When she intercepts a flying coffee cup for a complete stranger, little did she know she would soon be staying with the city's infamous motorcycle club. And it seems the rowdy men have little intention of letting her go any time soon. Especially not their large, protective enforcer. And that is alright with Isabella. Home is where the heart is and she's lost hers in the Steel Rebels' club house. **** This is the first part of Isabella's and Knux's story and will be completed with "Hammer & Anvil (Steel Rebels MC #2)". ***** Fictive location. Mature scenes. Strong language. Past abuse (Trigger warnings in chapters)/PTSD. Violence. D/s (mainly bedroom, gentledom/sweetsub, light ddlg). Relates to "Neighbor cottage" but can be read independently. Word count: about 200 000 Original cover picture: https://unsplash.com/photos/DdPvyjLOeyA - Edit by noige22 Completed May 2023