SEQUEL TO HIS SECRET (highly recommended to read his secret first possibly could be read as a standalone) It's been four years since Amira walked away from Brooks Whitmore-and the life that nearly swallowed her whole. Now twenty-eight, she's graduated from cosmetology school, raising her daughter, Alina, and building a future of her own. Stronger, sharper, and unwilling to be anyone's secret again, Amira swears her past is behind her. But when a man she's casually seeing drags her to a political event, Amira finds herself face-to-face with Brooks for the first time in years. Only now, he's married. Only now, he's on the verge of the Vice Presidency. And only now, the truth about Alina threatens to surface. Brooks has everything he was raised to want-power, status, Margot on his arm. But behind closed doors he's colder and haunted by the woman he let slip away. What happens when their worlds collide again? When secrets can't stay buried? This time, Amira isn't the girl he left behind. She's a woman with something to lose.

Amira Hart was never meant to be part of the story. Not the public one, anyway. But behind every polished legacy is the girl no one talks about-the one who was loved in secret, then left in silence. For two years, Amira and Brooks Whitmore IV lived in that silence. He was the President's son, raised for cameras and campaign trails. She was the woman he chose when no one was watching. Their worlds were never meant to meet. The cards were stacked long before they kissed in the dark. Now, two years later, a wedding invitation arrives. His name is on it. So is hers. Told in fragments and flashbacks, His Secret is a quiet storm of a love story-about memory, erasure, and the women history tries to forget.

18+ Mature Content "We can't." "I know," I whispered. He kissed my lips lightly. "We can't." "Mmmm...I know." I simpered, a sad smile on my lips. He kissed the edge of my lip. "I'm your bodyguard." "I know." "I'm sorry," He said softly, his tone heavy with emotion. "Don't be," I kissed his cheek. He finally dragged his body away from mine, and I wanted to cry. *********************************************************** Sometimes being a famous pop artist meant you needed more protection than ever. And on rare occasions, in more ways than one. Sabina and Rylo were never supposed to get close. He had a job to do, and she had a world tour to prepare for. Someone's out to kill her, and it's his job to stop them. Her personal life is falling apart, and she has to play the role everyone wants her to. He's stuck reliving his past trauma from deployments, but has to stay focused on keeping her alive. But he sees her behind all the masks she wears. And she feels like she understands him better than anyone else. But it could never happen. Started: September 2024 Completed: March 2025

Zariah Blackwood spent years escaping the family empire, building a prestigious legal career in Washington, D.C., far from her father's criminal world. But when Malcolm Blackwood summons her home, she has no choice but to return to Atlanta-a city she swore she'd never be trapped in again. She isn't the same girl who left. She's sharper, smarter, and refuses to be a pawn. But her father has other plans. The Blackwood empire is under threat, and Zariah is the only one who can protect their interests. There's just one problem-Cassian Wolfe. A ruthless cartel lawyer with a reputation as lethal as his name, Cassian is assigned to work with Zariah to secure an alliance that could tip the balance of power in Atlanta. He's cold, calculating, and impossible to read. He's also the only man who's ever truly challenged her. The longer they work together, the more dangerous the game becomes. Zariah knows Cassian is hiding something. He knows exactly who she is-but how much does he know about her past? And when an old flame reappears, backed by her father's influence, Zariah finds herself trapped between duty, deception, and a man who threatens to unravel everything she's built. Her father expects her to fall in line. The cartel expects her to bend. But Zariah Blackwood bows to no one.

She ran from the life she was born into. Now, it's come to collect. For eight years, Imani Blackwood built a life far away from the crime empire she left behind. In Paris, she's not a Blackwood-she's Imani Laurent, a respected art curator, mingling with high society and securing priceless masterpieces for the world's elite. Her past is buried, locked away with the girl she used to be. Until Nikolai Petrov walks back into her world. Cold, calculating, and dangerously untouchable, he was the one risk she allowed herself. The man who got too close, who made her feel something real-until she discovered the truth. Nikolai isn't just a wealthy investor. He's the heir to one of Russia's most ruthless Bratva families. And he's known exactly who she was from the moment they met. Now, with her father demanding her return to Atlanta and Nikolai already waiting for her there, Imani is thrown back into a world of power struggles and dangerous alliances. Malcolm Blackwood expects her to broker a deal between the Blackwoods and the Bratva-but Nikolai has his own plans. She swore she'd never let herself love a man like him. She swore she'd never be owned by anyone. But some wars aren't fought with bullets-they're won with the heart. And Nikolai has never lost a battle.

ENDS ON A CLIFFHANGER (Book 1) When assassins and ex-lovers, Eliana and Reid reunite under unusual circumstances they must try and work together to take down the organisation that took away their childhood and ruined their relationship. ... "You can hate me all you want, Eliana. You can convince yourself that I'm the worst human being on this fucking planet, but it doesn't change how much I love you, how much I've always loved you. There is no one on this planet who I have loved as fiercely as I have loved you!" He throws his hands up in the air, frustration clear on his face and I swallow hard having to look away from his intense gaze. "But you left," I whisper meekly feeling my guard crumble bit by bit. The silence between me and Reid is tense. The way we look at each other has my heart pounding in my chest and my breath stuttering. There's a metre between us and Reid's chest heaves as he tries to calm down. "You left, Reid." I croak, my eyes burning with tears and his face softens. He closes the space between us and cradles my face in between his large, soft, tattooed hands, leaning down to rest his forehead against mine, his eyes fluttering shut. "And I'll never leave you again, Eliana. Death would have to take me before I left you, baby."

"I needed you! You left me here and I needed you!" I screamed until I couldn't anymore, beating his chest, hoping to hurt him the way he hurt me. "I'm sorry, Evelyn. Hurting you was the last thing I wanted to do. I love you, and I'll spend the rest of my life proving it to you. I promise me amore." € Best Ranking In #italianmafia ~ #1 (11/15/18) € Beat Ranking In #moretti ~ #1 (11/25/18)

Zana Bell was the perfect secretary. She was smart, steady, and trusted by everyone at Pearce Industries. So when the CEO promoted her to work for his son, she didn't think twice. Grant Pearce was the picture of control. Until he started losing it with her. Behind closed doors, their chemistry was wildfire. But in public, she was just his secret. When his brother Sterling returns after five years abroad, charming, bold, and unafraid to want her, Zana finds herself trapped between two brothers. Until a plan is formed. One hides her. One sees her. She can't help but hope the one who hides he will accept her fully.

"Oh darling everyone knows only the stolen apples taste best...."

Close your eyes. Breathe in. Feel the air turn thick, heavy with cigar smoke and expensive cologne. You can almost taste the whiskey on his tongue, can't you? General Marcus "Reign" Blackwell is power wrapped in ink and royal blood. He commands armies, breaks enemies, and fucks whoever he wants-until he sees *her*. Dr. Aaliyah Monroe. Quiet. Brilliant. Curvy African-American goddess who codes weapons in the dark. Shy smiles. Soft voice. Vanilla skin that glows under fluorescent lights. One breath of her scent and the untouchable general unravels. He dreams of her every night. Strokes himself raw imagining her thighs wrapped around him. Watches her sway to R&B in her apartment through shadows he shouldn't cross. Calls her *dove*, *tiny momma*, *my wife*-long before she ever says yes. She thinks it's temporary. He knows it's forever. He kneels for her. Begs for her. Cries for her. Marks himself with her initials while she sleeps. And when she finally rides him-slow, commanding, glasses slipping down her nose-he sobs her name like prayer. This isn't love. This is obsession carved into worship. This is a man who would burn the world just to hear her giggle and boop his nose. But when the first fight comes... When she needs space and he needs her closer than air... Will his dove fly away?