🎸 "You feel that?" he murmured. "Feel how wet you are for me?" "Maverick-" she gasped. "I could fuck this pretty pussy all night," he groaned. "Look at the mess you're making on me. Soaking the sheets. Look up, baby. Look at what I'm doing to you." She looked up at the mirror-saw his body rocking into hers, the muscles in his arms flexing as he pinned her down. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, nipples hard and huge milk chocolate areoles glistening with sweat. Her mouth fell open again. "No lyrics now?" he teased. "I c-can't-" "You were doing so good," he murmured, grinding deeper. __________________________ Celeste Jones is music royalty-an electric guitar virtuoso with a voice that sells out stadiums and a presence that commands every room she walks into. To the public she's bold, curvy, unapologetically sensual, and used to being admired from a distance. But there's so much to her they don't know. When an anonymous threat shakes her world, her team hires a bodyguard she can't ignore. Maverick Walker is ex-military, all discipline and control. His low waves are always tight, his dark skin glows under stage lights, and his trimmed beard frames a mouth that rarely smiles. He's not here to play fanboy. He's here to do a job: keep Celeste alive. But Celeste doesn't make it easy. She flirts with him like it's foreplay. One shared kiss is all it takes for Maverick's resolve to fracture. As danger creeps closer, the chemistry between them catches fire. Their kisses turn to touches. Their touches turn to nights neither of them can forget. And when it all explodes, it's more than just lust-it's survival, it's love, it's everything. Released: 04/02/2025

🎧 Her back arched off the desk as Zahir fucked her with his fingers, his mouth still on her clit. His fingers curled, hitting that spot, making her tremble, making her eyes roll back. "You gon' cum for me?" Zahir murmured, his voice thick, teasing. "You gon' cream all over my fingers, Dee? And then cream on this dick?" Dee whimpered, her hips grinding against his face, her body already right there. ----------------- Sports radio host Delilah "Dee" Vaughn built her career on sharp opinions and unfiltered shade, never backing down from a challenge. NBA star Zahir Coleman isn't used to being called out-especially not by a woman who seems immune to his charm. Their on-air feud turns into something far more dangerous: an undeniable attraction neither of them can ignore. But in a world where the spotlight never dims, one wrong move could cost them everything. Released: 03/17/2025

🐎 "I'm done runnin'." His jaw ticked, his fingers tightening around the rope in his hands. "You sure?" His voice was rough, like he was holding himself back. Jamila nodded. Slow. Certain. "I want this," she whispered. "I want you." ____________________________________ Jamila DuBois never planned on falling for her best friend's older brother, but coming home to Aurora Valley changes everything. Donovan Moore-the rugged, charming cowboy she's spent years trying to ignore-is suddenly looking at her like she's the only woman in the world. What starts as undeniable tension turns into late-night confessions, heated dances under the Texas stars, and stolen moments that leave them both breathless. But with family ties, past heartbreaks, and the weight of unspoken feelings between them, crossing that line could change everything. Set against the backdrop of horseback rides, wild trail ride parties, and Zydeco-fueled nights, Forever Moore is a steamy, slow-burn Black country romance about love, loyalty, and risking it all for the one who's always been right in front of you. Released: 03/05/2025

Hendrichs is an egotistical man hiring a skilled mechanic for his automotive shop, more specifically a male mechanic. Shane finds herself going for the interview, with a hundred percent confidence she will get the job. Pride meets Fierce when he does not think she can do the job, nor does he want her to be a part of the business. Wanting to prove the man wrong, and in desperate need for the job, she asks him to allow her to prove her skills and if she does not measure up, she'd resign with immediate effect. With no pay for the work she had done. This is an offer he cannot resist, and thus finds himself taking the offer. What he did not know was that, he had finally met his match. #1 Urban Drama - 07.30.22 #2 poc - 03.23.23 cover by: @xoroyaltywrites

"Hello, Sincere. How are you feeling today?" "Same as everyday, can't sleep, can't eat.." I trailed off, looking down at Sinclair who had a perfect mixture of both V and I. "That's not good." She said and I shrugged. "None of this is." I said and she nodded understandingly. "Have faith." She said, placing her hand on my shoulder and I nodded. I tried hard to keep the tears in because I had to be strong for everybody. The family was really going through it and I just wanted her back in my arms. V had my heart and if I lost her for good, I'd never look for love again. The doctor walked out as I sat there quietly and Clair looked over my face while she made spit bubbles. I bit my bottom lip, holding back tears as I looked at V laying there with tubes in her. Not able to hold on any longer, I broke down. "Baybeh, I need you..." I trailed off, shaking my head. "I need you so bad, I can't do this shit. I can't do life with you." I explained, looking down at the floor. "We need you, ma." My voice cracked, looking over to Sinclair who was still looking up at me. "Our baybeh girl is so beautiful, ma. I want you to see her, I want you to see her grow up. I want you to be here with us.." I trailed off, collecting my words. I wiped my face as more tears poured down and I shook my head, sighing deeply. "Wake up, baybeh." I spoke, breaking down as I bit my bottom lip.

Eleanor Nightingale is pursuing her career as a professional ballet dancer at the Royal Ballet School in London. However, not everything is at it seems. Adjusting to life in London, she soon crosses paths with a man who will turn her world of peace and happiness upside down and be thrown into a world of pain and suffering. All it takes is for someone to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. She went to help, but ends up being blamed. Her life will never be the same as she goes head to head with London's most notorious and fearsome man, Oscar Hendricks.

"Mama, I can't just leave Abir." I admitted, telling her exactly why I couldn't do this. Not only would she be snatching me away from my family and friends but she was taking me away from the person I'd loved for five going on six years. I couldn't just walk away from him. "Baby.." She trailed off, sighing deeply. "I know you love Abir." She stood to her feet to stop packing for a moment and pulled me into her. "But I promise you, there will be other boys. Right now you have to do what's best for you and that's coming with your daddy and I to give you a better life." "Better life for who? You?!" I screamed out, becoming even more angry at her choice of words. As if my feelings were robotic and I could just turn them on and off for any and every person. "My feelings just don't matter to y'all at all, huh?" I asked, crying harder than before now. "Speak to your mother with some respect, Giselle." My father spat to me and I shook my head, watching as they stood there looking at me like some dumb teenager. This wasn't puppy love for me. I didn't spend 5 years building something, just to walk away from it for their dreams. I couldn't do it. Sinner. Book #1

"You no tell this girl that I said, I want no relations with a darkie?" She spat to me, making my eyes go wide. What? I thought to myself and Gio tried pulling me away but I snatched away from him, knowing I heard right this time. "Wait, what?" I spoke out loud and Gi grabbed me roughly, trying to pull me away again. "Why you saying these things? She's beautiful." I heard his abuelita sticking up for me as she stood to her feet and all the guys began to as well, telling their mom that she was wrong for what she was doing. "That puta heard me." She spat, pointing her finger at me. "You're too dark." She held up a brown paper bag that she was drinking her beer out of. "You no match this bag or lighter, you're too dark." "You look too much like his father. I no want you around me." She shooed me off, instantly breaking my heart into a billion pieces as I looked up at Giovanni who was looking down at me with hurt in his eyes. "Baby, please." He begged and I shook my head at him in disgust before putting my attention back onto her. "Get that darkness out of here, Giovanni. She's a demon." "Only demons have her color." She kept on going and I felt sick to my stomach in this moment as I stood there in complete shock.

She was the undesired outcast, who stood out, yet simultaneously blended effortlessly into the background. I could see the panic in her glassy brown eyes as she prayed her way through the crowded hallways. She'd tightly clutch that cross around her neck, full lips whispering, asking her God to spare her from their scornful glares, hateful comments, and the occasional rough-up. Silly girl. Did she not know that he was not listening and he would never save her? Like Jesus, she was the sacrificial lamb. The anxiety-riddled girl would burst through the doors of the school's library with her chest heaving, heart racing, and sweat dripping from her temples. I'd watch her from the shadows as she stored her items behind the check-out counter, preparing for her free period she spent assisting the school librarian. I clenched my teeth, watching her wheel a cart of books throughout the aisles as she cheerfully hummed her Sunday hymnals. She wore a green and blue pinafore dress that fell mid-calf on her shapely body. She attempted to hide that body from me with oversized clothes, but you could never outfox a fox. They spoke pure blasphemy when they labeled her undesirable because I desired Jezebel Holmes in the worst way. Those opaque white stockings our classmates teased her for wearing did nothing but spur countless hours of fantasies. I'd dream about ripping her tights apart, right at her center, revealing her virginal cotton white panties covering her untouched paradise. I'd yank them to the side and taste her fear in her cum. Her stockings would find themselves strangling her neck while I fucked a believer out of her. I would be the one she'd pray to absolve her of her sins. I would be the one she would seek protection from. I would be her guiding light. I would be her God. #1 in Dark Romance #1 in Tainted Love #1 in Preacher's Daughter 1st Place in General Category - Hearts Award

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