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?

Aaliyah never planned on catching the eye of Leo Ramirez. A quiet, brooding basketball player who looks at her like she's trouble & like he'd burn the whole world for her.

Daria Cole never expected her quiet high-school tutor partner to return as the new Mafia King of New York. Nico Costa. Bigger. Colder. Tattooed. And looking at her like she's the only softness he'll ever touch. She thinks they're just friends. He knows better. "Say the word," he murmured against my neck, "and I'll ruin any man who thinks he can touch what's mine." A soft, innocent girl. A very dangerous man. Five years of tension ready to explode. KILL FOR HER IS OFFICIALLY LIVE ON AMAZON! ❤️ 🖤 LINK IN BIO🖤 A Dark Romance #1 Sunshinexgrump (Dec 15th) #1 bwwm (Dec 17th) #1 mafiaboss (Dec 17th) #1 yearn (Dec 18th) First Book : Kill For Her Book Two : Enzo Wow! You guys have been showing so much love! Thank you! Trigger warning: This story contains sexual content and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.

She was hired to care for his children, not capture his heart. Imani Blake thought she was just a temporary babysitter-just a curvy, quiet 22-year-old doing her job and staying out of trouble. She didn't expect her boss to be Massimo Rossetti, the cold, dangerous, and devastatingly gorgeous head of the Italian mafia. He didn't want a babysitter. He didn't want her smile, her softness, or the way she made his broken sons laugh. And he definitely didn't want to feel something for her. But some things-like fate, lust, and love-can't be controlled. And once Massimo decides Imani is his, nothing and no one-not her innocence, not her fear, not the blood in his world-can stop him from claiming her. Even if it means war Teaser: Watching her try to move was the sexiest fucking thing I'd ever seen. She lifted her hips awkwardly, dropped down with a soft moan. I groaned, tightening my grip. "Just like that. Keep going." Her hands clutched my chest, nails digging into my skin. Her movements were unsure-slow, stuttering, but so goddamn raw. Pure. And then she found the right angle. She gasped. "Oh-right there," she whimpered. "There?" I asked, thrusting up a little. "You mean here?" She screamed. Fuck. I did it again. Her thighs shook. "You gonna come for me, baby?" I whispered against her mouth. "I-I don't know," she cried out. And then- Her body jerked, legs trembling as she squirted all over me. Eyes wide, mouth open in shock. "Oh my God," she gasped, covering her face. She tried to pull away. "Did I just-?" "Yes," I growled, flipping her onto her back. "And you're gonna do it again."

At twenty-four, Imogen Stokes is one of the youngest-and most admired-teachers at her school. With both brains and beauty, she's the kind of woman who turns heads without trying. But everything shifts when she finds herself drawn to the last person anyone would expect. Cane Nixon, thirty-eight, is the school's most feared-and finest-teacher. Gruff, intimidating, and emotionally closed off, Cane has built walls no one dares to climb. Until Imogen. What starts as an unlikely friendship soon ignites into something deeper. But their love is never going to be easy-especially when a dangerously obsessive ex enters the picture, determined to ruin everything Imogen holds dear. Can Imogen and Cane survive the fire? Or will they burn with it? Collided Souls #2 psycho-ex on May 7

Summer and Dragon have a complicated past. The first time Summer walked into Clover Springs with her best friend, Dragon was captivated by her. But when two hesitant souls collide, it's easy to miss what's right in front of them. When Summer left town, Dragon spiraled into despair, haunted by the knowledge that he had driven away the one girl who made life worth living. Now, two years later, Summer returns, believing Dragon is long gone-just as her best friend told her. But fate has other plans. The connection between them is magnetic, and as soon as Summer is back, so is Dragon, determined to make things right this time around. CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE

Book #1 He's a hot, arrogant and a CEO with a jawline that could cut DIAMONDS!!💎 She's stunning, smart, and funny, but naive assistant. What happens when their feelings are exposed bare on a Silver Platter?

Many say that there are no good men left in this world, and we all believe it. Its like their hiding away from the world. Talia's life has been not fully complete, but it might when she meets her "Italian Hottie." ?

[Excerpt]: A familiar cauldron of butterflies presented at the pit of my stomach. The gravitational pull I'd so helplessly fell victim to a countless number of times now felt as inescapable as a rising ocean tide amidst a tsunami. Don't look...don't look...don't loo- Too late, I was already completely entrapped by his unwavering force of attraction. My vision skimmed across the dance floor, slowing every few seconds to recommit to pinning down those dangerous melancholy orbs. I was certain my heart was now racing with palpitations strong enough to send me into cardiogenic shock. Still, I remained determined in my efforts to meticulously trail over the staffed tables until my gaze finally landed on him. An involuntary breath escaped my lips as he and I interlocked eyes. Despite being meters apart, the tension between us felt unbearably thick and unnerving. So much so that I could almost sense the very essence of him breathing down my neck. Taste the familiarity of his cherry pine scent. He was seated at a stationed table with his long legs manspread and body fully relaxed. It was then that I realized that this was the epitome of who he was to his core. He was an emotionless corpse gifted with a Greek-like exterior who could never fathom the thought of bearing his emotions raw to anyone. Worst of all, he was a liar. Fuck him. **Contains mature/adult content