Born intersex and abandoned by her father at birth, Paris Rowe survives a tragic childhood in Chicago, losing her mother to a drive-by shooting and being raised in the foster system. At 12, she's unexpectedly taken in by an aunt she never knew and moved to Texas. There, she meets Leslie Morgan, and the two form a fast friendship that slowly blossoms into love. But just as they begin to imagine a future together, a ghost from high school past resurfaces, threatening to destroy everything they've built. Can they hold on to each other, or will the weight of the past and present tear them apart?

"Don't look at me like that..." I scoffed, licking my lips to hide my smile as I looked up at her. She was tempting. Very tempting. And it wasn't intentional, but I could tell she was falling for it anyway. Obliviously, "Like what?" Her lips curled, showing me what I tried my best to hide. She let out a small laugh, looking away so my eyes could no longer meet hers. And then, "Like you're going to make me regret my decision." _ After a traumatic event that truly exposed her to the reality that she'd been constantly warned about, Areli meets Savannah, a kind woman who brings all the best things around. But, of course, it's always too good to be true. - BOOK ONE

"Willow, wait." Blake's voice was rough, her breath coming in uneven gasps as my fingers unzipped her fly. "Before we go any further, this is your last chance to stop me." I frowned. "Why would I?" "Because if you let me take you now, you're mine. Forever." Her intense gaze burned into me. "And there will be no turning back." ==== Willow's life is a desperate rhythm of morning lectures, late-night shifts, a messy family, and counting every dollar just to make it through. Blake is her classmate, the girl everyone on campus fears. Some say she has ties to the Mafia, others claim she deals in things far worse. But one thing is certain. No one dares to mess with her because those who have ended up in the hospital. One night, on her way home after another exhausting shift, Willow finds Blake bleeding out on the street. Against every instinct, she helps her. But Blake, as it turns out, isn't the kind of person who lets debts go unpaid. When Willow's stepfather aggressively demands money from her, Blake steps in and handles it without hesitation. Now, questions haunt Willow. Who is Blake really? Are the rumors about her true? And most terrifying of all, why can't she stop thinking about her knowing that whatever burns between them is destined for destruction? Be careful this story contains: Profanity Smut Violence

"With him it wasn't about the material shit, or the money. He captured my heart with his..." Growing up in the care of her grandmother because her mom was unfit, Anastasia saw the harsh realities of the 'hood' life. All of the boys had their eyes on her. Anastasia only saw one person, the good boy, Jason. Jason had his fair share of turmoil. With a mother battling addiction, and a hustling big brother who washed his hands of the situation, he had to figure things out on his own. Football was Jason's everything and way out of the hood, but when the bills start piling and his mom spiraling out of control, Jason is forced to make a decision that alters not only his life, but the lives of the ones he love as well. Sometimes love is a dangerous thing, we'd do anything to protect the ones we love. If each moment meant nothing, and the relationship was a fling, Why'd You Call It Love?

Mature | Erotica | Smut ***COMPLETED*** Kerstin London is a self-made success story. A multi-billionaire and a renowned design wiz, she's transformed herself from an "unwanted" daughter into a powerhouse in her field. But when it comes to matters of the heart, her wealth has become both a blessing and a curse. Every relationship she's tried has been a disaster, with men either intimidated by her success or drawn to her for all the wrong reasons. What she wants most is simple: a man who will love and respect her-not because of her money, but despite it. After years of romantic train wrecks, her faith in finding true love is running low. Add to that a mother who constantly pushes her down, reminding her of all her perceived flaws, and Kerstin is left wondering if she'll ever find the love she deserves. Just when it seems like happiness is within reach, Kerstin's world is thrown into chaos. Will she finally find the man who sees her for who she really is-and is he willing to fight for her love? This time, it's about more than just passion; it's about affection without limitations, without conditions. But love is never as simple as it seems. Her man is ready to give everything for her heart, believing that love is an action, not just a feeling. He's willing to put her happiness, health, and safety above his own-but is he truly prepared for what it takes to love her fully? Every man wants a woman to call his own, but does Kerstin's prince truly have what it takes to claim her heart?

Akariah "Kari" Banks is a twenty-year-old bartender by night and a stripper by necessity, raising her baby sister after losing everything. Life's a balancing act between sleepless nights, bills, and awkward interactions she can't seem to dodge. But when Makari Volkov-the ruthless Russian mafia leader with icy blue eyes and a dangerous past-walks into her bar, her world shifts.

Xan a stripper, works the vampire club, where she met two mysterious and dark vampire. Who have no problem sharing her...If you know what that entitled. : : "Kiss my ass," I growled. She smirked. "How much?" I snorted. "Your order?" Jager leaned over the table, her gaze fixed on me. "Tell me, Snow Princess. How much for a kiss on your ass? Name your price." I realized that for them, everything revolved around naming a price, and they could get what they wanted. That's how they had lived for years. "Blood wine and shots, coming right up," I said, ignoring her proposition. She leaned back, the purple lighting casting shadows on their faces, making them appear even more enigmatic. "Do your thing, Snow Flakes. But when you come back, I hope the price is on the tip of those lips," she said. I rolled my eyes. "Whatever," I mumbled. "Come here," Jager commanded. I couldn't help but smile inside as she rummaged through her seemingly endless supply of cash. She folded a few bills and leaned forward, slipping the money into the side of my skirt. Her hand lingered, palming my ass cheeks. "So damn full," she remarked, her words slipping through her fangs. Read to find out...

{ Book 1 of the Marino Series } "Don't ever walk alone." My mother once said. Well, about that... I might've walked alone & witnessed a brutal murder. If it isn't the consequences of my own actions... I witnessed a murder & now I've gained a stalker, a man who's dangerous & a psychopath. Well a sexy psychopath. Emilio Marino. READ!!👇🏾 !Warning! This story contains, violence, smut, A LOT OF NAMING CALLING, humor & death. If you cannot handle neither of these, do not read stink🧍🏽‍♀️. Started: 09/05/22 Finished: 03/09/23