He came for the debt. He stayed to claim her soul. Viktor Volkov rules Moscow's underworld with an iron fist and ice in his veins. As pakhan of the most feared Bratva syndicate, he's used to people paying what they owe - in blood, money, or broken bones. When Viola Isley's brother Liam steals two million rubles and disappears like the spineless coward he is, Viktor doesn't waste time chasing a ghost. He goes straight for what's left behind: her. Viola never signed up for her brother's mistakes. She's just trying to survive - long shifts at the café, cramped apartment in a crumbling Soviet block, nights alone with nothing but her thoughts and the endless Moscow snow. She doesn't know that for weeks, a predator has been watching her every move. Tracking her phone. Hacking her laptop camera. Sitting in the shadows outside her window while she showers, while she sleeps, while she touches herself and whispers into the dark like she's begging for someone to hear. And Viktor hears everything. He knows the exact way she takes her coffee (black, two sugars). He knows the route she takes on the metro every morning at 7:15 sharp. He knows the soft little gasps she makes when she comes on Thursdays, fingers buried deep, back arched against the bathroom tiles. He's memorized it all, jerked off to it in the back of his Maybach more times than he can count, and now the obsession has burned away whatever patience he had left.....

"Will it kill you to back the fuck up?" I snapped. "Yes, princess," he whispered sweetly against my ear, voice full of that sick affection. "It would. I would drop dead right here if I couldn't be next to you." "My lucky day," I muttered sarcastically.

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?

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

Gorgeous Diamond Stevens dreamed of a successful and normal life away from her dysfunctional family. It seemed to happen once she married the notorious Tre Stiles. Diamond thinks she's stuck in this life full of problems. That's until Tre's right-hand man, Rashon Beltran, comes along.

🐎 "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

🔎 "I'm always gonna be a part of you," Omar murmured, tracing his fingers down her spine. His lips ghosted over her neck, slow and deliberate. "No matter where you go, no matter what happens-you'll feel me there." Kennedi shivered beneath his touch, her heart racing Then-he kissed her. Slow. Final. ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ Kennedi Wright wasn't looking for love when she met Omar Grant. But from the moment their paths crossed, he was everything she didn't know she needed-charming, protective, intoxicating. Their romance burns fast and bright, pulling her into a love story that feels too perfect to be real. But beneath the surface of the city, something dark is lurking. Black women in D.C. are vanishing-taken while going about their everyday lives. Their bodies are later found mutilated, their voices stolen forever. The city is gripped by fear, but as the police scramble for answers, the killer continues to hunt. Kennedi tells herself she's safe. She has Omar. She has love. But monsters wear many masks. And when the truth comes to light, love turns to horror, trust turns to fear, and survival becomes the only option. ⸻ ⚠ Content Warnings: This book contains themes of violence, murder, stalking, physical and psychological abuse, misogyny, racial violence, sexual situations, pregnancy, and abortion. Reader discretion is advised. Released: 03/15/2025

Stunning and newly divorced, Jade Abara is living a peaceful life happily avoiding the male species to the best of her ability. But due to her circumstances and catching the eyes of two handsome strangers, things are about to change.

Naomi trusted him with her heart. She gave him her body, her love, and her loyalty in secret. But when Joon, the man she thought was hers, announced at a party that he was in love with her best friend, her world shattered. Forced to share a home with the two of them, Naomi's heartbreak deepened until betrayal pushed her to walk away in the dead of night. Rescued by an unlikely ally, Naomi rebuilds her life while carrying Joon's child. But when he discovers her secret months later, he'll do anything to claim what's his, even if it means destroying what little of her heart remains.

Beautiful Cherri (cherry) Harris got more than she bargained for working for Xander Petrov. Now she has to go into hiding and pray her boss doesn't send his deadliest weapon to find her...Ruslan "Lucifer" Orlov.