"Just don't tell anyone ok? it would only make trouble" he said, a serious set on his brow. "For who me or you?" I asked looking straight at him. His jaw clinched and his face reddened with anger again. He's always had a short temper. Was I taking my new found confidence too far too quickly? "Listen here SERVENT GIRL! I not losing my throne to this! don't pretend you didn't like.." I cut him off. "Oooh PLEASE you think that grape between your legs had any effect on me?" I lied "Grape? " He said walking up to me Oh no He grabbed my forearm and pulled me in. His hand around my waist. "Be a good girl and hold still" Before I could respond he has turned me around and had one hand around my waist and one inching up my thigh.

"You're worth the risk and so much more beautiful...." When Max and Kira thought they were finally within reach of their Happy-Ever-After, They're blindsided by unforeseen obstacles. Being together will pose challenges that neither of them would anticipate. As the tide rises against them and the people they love work at keeping them apart, the conclusion to their love story leads to a startling revelation and heartbreaking sacrifice that upsets the tender balance of their growing love. The road to this forbidden couples tale is fiery, passionate, icy and treacherous, but if they persevere just maybe they have a chance. Is their love strong enough to withstand all they have been through, or will those who mean to keep them apart succeed ?

(FORMALLY MR. POLITICIAN) He barely made a move before he felt a hand on his chest. He looked down to see Ama delicate fingers snaking slowly around his tie, tugging it gently until he was facing her. She pulled him closer, close enough for his arousal that had grown throughout the meeting was to press against her stomach. She smirked wickedly. "You should watch where your eyes wonder Mr. Banks." She whispered, fanning warm breath across Graham's neck. It ignited his excitement, making his hard-on grow harder. He slid his hand round her waist, taking his time to go over the curvature of her body, the leather of her corset before gently groping her buttocks. She was so beautiful. "And how could you expect me to keep my eyes off such a desirable woman Miss. Jenkins." He said into her neck, inhaling her scent and peppering light pecks from her ear lobe along her chin. He chuckled when he heard a small moan escape her lips. "Oh I don't expect you to." She said, pressing herself further into his groin, extracting a soft grunt from him in turn. "I myself won't be taking my eyes off you any time soon." _________________________________ Graham Banks was a typical mogul. Young, dashing, rich, dark and mysterious with a an arms length list of women at his beck and call; a mysterious past that keeps him detached. With the presidential campaign in full swing, he uses his fathers growing popularity to draw attention to his own ideals and things that he thinks are important. Ama Jenkins doesn't take grief from anyone. If you've got a problem with her, say it to her face, or stick it up your backside and move on. She's a strong black woman who fought for her place in society and is determined to campaign for women just like her. But her past haunts her, and causes her to live a double life. After an unfortunate run in at a night club, these two find themselves wrapt in each others toxic attraction, and fighting for more than just change in the world.

A rocky friendship, a mother's death, and a wealth of family secrets revealed to a young girl which can only be likened to the myth of Pandora's Box.

Her curls bounced slightly as she swallowed. "I don't know how to live like this." "You lived with a man who wanted to break you," I said calmly. "You survived that. This is simpler." "Simple?" Her voice trembled. "There are eight-no, more than eight-men trying to take me somewhere I can't even imagine. I don't even-how can this be simple?" I looked at her then. Her eyes widened slightly, like my attention startled her, like she could feel how sharply I saw her. "It is simple because they do not have me," I said. [Mature audience] All rights reserved. TW: SLOW BURN TW: Physical violence TW: Graphic material

A girl that should have anyone she want has the worst love life ever. Will a gun a bullet and wings change that? "You don't want a sweet hand holding boyfriend! You want a alpha male someone who will push you over the edge fu¢k you till your bed breaks your legs shake and your body quakes...and after that someone who leads and you follow like the helpless kitten you are." His words were right. He had me pinned to a wall and forced me to hear what I needed. His control over me over my body it made me sick but I loved it. Cupid is a harsh killer, a womanizer, a control freak... A God (My first watty entry comment and vote thanks for reading!) If you have spotify I have a playlist for this book. Just look up Thug Cupid

Redamancy (n) The act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full . . . Beau was a person who interested, and captivated me all at the same time, I don't know why he seemed sad, distort, mostly anything do with being complicated. He was the new student last year he always kept to himself never talking to anyone unless it was the teachers. He always watched my every move like a lion watching it's prey ready to feast. It's now the last year of high school and he still fascinates me after a year. The one thing I couldn't understand is why he always stared at me, at first I thought it was because he hated me with a passion but that's not it, he looks at me as if I'm the most precious thing in the world like he wanted to Cherish me, I don't think I've ever given him a reason to look at me like that, it scared me sometimes because I didn't understand the meaning of it. He stared with no emotion on his face but his eyes always told different. I've never had someone look at me with so much...love.

It's a life that no man should see. No child should witness. Once you're in, you're in. No escape. It hovers over you, grabs you by your ankles just when you think you can leave. Alessandro Vitali is head of the Italian Mafia in New York. He is a dangerous, cunning man. Handsome and ready to kill for what he wants. Sabrina was sweet and naive. How did she not know? Why didn't she run sooner?

Jasmine Daniels is a nurse at Midwestern Memorial Hospital. She pours everything she has into her work and the patients adore her for it. From the outside it looks like she has it all together but what no one knows is that every night she's battling inner demons that remind her of a past she can't seem to forget, no matter how hard she tries. Ezekiel Bryant is a detective recovering from a gunshot wound at Midwestern Memorial Hospital. He was injured in a recent shoot out he lost his partner in. Feelings of anger and guilt plague him causing him to lash out at all the hospital staff treating him, including Jasmine. Jasmine has dealt with difficult patients before but none have stirred something inside of her like Ezekiel did. Ezekiel tried to remain unaffected by Jasmine's beauty but her calm and gentle demeanor is chipping away at his steely resolve. As past and present problems come against the two they must fight them in order to be together.