{ 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

In Savannah, Georgia Elle Sinclair, a refined Black debutante, and Luke O'Connor, a rugged White mechanic, come from two different worlds destined to remain apart. But when a chance encounter brings them together, their forbidden romance sparks a love connection that challenges them for the unexpected.

"I want your lips against mine Izabella." se·cret /ˈsēkrit/ noun plural noun: secrets something that is kept or meant to be kept unknown or unseen by others. When a married man feel sexually attracted to his assistant, he's has nothing else better to do but to have her. More than once. BWWM Started: 6-12-22 Finished: TBD #1 in lust (7/21/22) #49 in affair #83 in cheating #41 in boss #99 in assistant #11 in BWWM

"Please Jesus, free me of the spirit of lust." "I know that relationships built under your word can last forever. So free me of the thought, free me of the feeling and free me from my flesh trying to cloud my judgement." "I don't worship lust, sex or desire. I worship you Jesus, please don't allow me to lose sight of that." "In Jesus name, I pray." "Amen." I spoke desperately as I stood up from my knees.

"What did you say darling? I can't understand you with my fingers in your mouth." -------------------------- Naomi Birmingham, Soft as a pillow, Innocent as a lamb, Submissive, Valentino Romero Cold as snow, Predator in the night, Dominant, One is a innocent artist One is a innocent artist and sadistic mafia leader. What could go wrong? EVERYTHING

Adara X Antonio Just read...

Mafia, lies, money, betrayals. #1 in bwwwm #1 in white male #41 in forbidden #241 in couple #84 in blackwomen #112 in Italian #15 in mafia romance #586 in mafia love

"It's blood bout' that pussy."

"How are you supposed to keep your man with your hair in that mess, Tamia?" "And has your hair been looking like that all week?" She went on talking about my hair now, considering it was blown-out instead of well kept, hot combed and straightened the way that she liked. "No, mama." I dragged, annoyed completely now with all of my peace gone in this moment. "I just got out of the shower and I just finished washing and blow-drying my hair." "I'm going to hot comb it and then flat iron it when I'm finished doing my skincare." "Yasin's not going to be home until tomorrow probably anyway." I threw in there but of course she wouldn't chastise him about why and where.

It started with a proposition. Eight words; "I want to make love to your wife." They are eight words I will never forget, because with those words I found my addiction. [WARNING:The story your about to read is intended for readers 18+ due to it's sexual content. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion] Open to read a brief synopsis