"Heard I was a loner, but he appreciate my growth. I'm usually on my own, but I'm fuckin' with his approach. He wanna get me in my zone tonight, but I'm too scared to get close." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I was intrigued and I couldn't deny it. I wanted to see what the hype was about if I was being real. "You been watching me?" I continue questioning his knowledge of my existence "I pay attention, you caught my eye." He shrugs keeping his hands in his pockets "You have a good eye" I let out "I like to think so." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A'nori Stone is a stubborn girl with no real care for monogamy, it wasn't something she was waiting for. She felt her freedom meant more to her than any romantic connection. She never had no one to stay for. What happens when she meets Jonah Taylor who is convinced of the complete opposite? What happens when she invites him into her world and he tries to change her perspective? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Emilia has never been the type to be quiet or pushed around, that is unless it was Lorenzo. He's the only one who has ever make her knees shake...in more ways than one. She kept her distance from him as much as she could the older she got, feeling all too intimidated when she liked to be in control; he doesn't allow others control. Being close with his wife and him being a long time partner with her dad, they would have never thought what a bottle of cheap wine and cramps could lead them to. •••• "You know damn well you can't leave me," I tell her, squeezing her thighs. She bites her lip, cheeks turning a bright shade of rosy pink. Her skin is soft against the rough callouses of my hands. I never looked at her as anything other than a girl who got herself into trouble behind her daddy's back a little more than a year ago..now I'm the one she's fucking calling Daddy.

BOOK THREE OF THE BLACK SERIES *this book CANNOT be read as a stand-alone* -- "Get the hell off of me, Lucian," I snapped angrily, smacking the palm of my hands on his muscular back as he carried me out of the club. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" It wasn't until he carried me upstairs and into a VIP room that he set me on my feet. I wobbled from the combination of my heels and the alcohol finally reaching my brain. It didn't stop me from glaring at him, but he just stared back, his eyes blank. As always. He's never been a talker, unlike me. What the hell was he even doing here? "You can't just walk on the dance floor and throw me over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes," I snapped, trying to get passed him. "I'm not a kid anymore, Lucian, okay? I'm not yours to protect - I never have been!" Hearing those words must have triggered him because he snapped. Lucian roughly grabbed me by the waist and pushed me against the cold wall, his body pressed right against mine. My eyes widened in shock and I met his blazing glare, feeling his hand creep up to my hair and twist it in his knuckles. I tried to force the lump down my throat but felt the confidence leave my body. "I can do damn well as I please when I see my woman dancing with a man who would want nothing more than to take her back to his place," he growled out, tilting my head up by my hair. Our lips were almost touching. I suddenly can't breathe. "You're mine, Mia," he spoke, this time his words low and raspy. "You always have been - never fucking forget that."