(The rest of my main characters in other books are not described and are meant for the reader to imagine however they want. But this story is specifically bwwm as I was asked to create) Willow, a soft and innocent goody two shoes who is just trying to make ends meet to support herself and her dad, takes up a new job as a maid in one of the richest neighborhoods in the city. She expects it to be like all of the other cleaning jobs she's had until she finds out her new boss has a son her age. Isaiah, the menacing bad boy who isn't used to the rich life. He's actually used to much worse, and it shows. Although she thinks the two are too different and Isaiah isn't the kind of person or lives the kind of lifestyle Willow is used to, she finds herself being around Isaiah increasingly often, contrary to his seemingly bad influence. Can she handle it? (Warning: story contains smutt scenes, second hand embarrassment worthy scenes, and mature language)

**#1 in possessive 17/05/20** **#1 in sexualthemes 26/06/20** **#3 in teenfiction 20/05/20** **#48 in romance 24/05/20** **#18 in slowburn 13/11/20** **#6 in lust 29/12/20** "Don't be mistaken Renée, you are mine. If you don't want me to kiss you, fine I won't. If you don't want me to touch you fine, I'll always respect your choice but that doesn't mean you can kiss anyone else," he says through his teeth.

"Who do you think you're talking too sweetheart" he said with amusement lacing his tone " Move out of my way" I say with frustration ignoring his question As I try to move him away from the door he grabs my wrist and lifts it above my head staring me dead in the eye. " I think you've forgotten the situation you're in love" he laughs He yanks my arm towards him bringing my face to his whilst leaning down forward to my eye level. " You're my pretty little red riding hood and I'm the big bad wolf" ________________________________________________ What will Janae do when an unknown man breaks into her home and drags her across the country claiming she is his for the taking?

(Book 1) THIS STORY IS UNEDITED!! I KNOW IT'S NOT PERFECT, AND I KNOW THERE ARE A FEW PLOT HOLES. Amira absolutely loves anything that involves stepping outside of her comfort zone and exploring her sexuality. So when she meets a devilishly handsome man named Rage, she can't help but want to step inside his world and learn everything about him. His mysteriousness drew her in, but will he ever open up and let his guard down? DON'T CLICK ON THIS STORY IF YOU DON'T LIKE WOMEN SUBMITTING TO MEN!!!!! IF YOU ARE UNFAMILIAR WITH BDSM, I WOULD ADVISE DOING A SIMPLE GOOGLE SEARCH BEFORE READING. ⚠️ Read at your own discretion. This book is MATURE, and it's rated 18+ for crude language, intense/EXTREME BDSM scenarios, descriptive sex scenes, some violence, BLOOD, and taboo topics ⚠️ Copyright ©️ 2022 JLB_18

Jeff Copeland is new in town, to the outside world he's a role model to the young ones around him. A former Navy Seal. But like everyone, he has a dark past. Jeff moves in next door to this older lady and her daughter's daughters and her husband. She invites him over one afternoon to get him comfortable with the neighborhood. The same day her other daughter brings her kids over like every weekend. What happens when Jeff meets her granddaughter Nyemiah and becomes obsessed? Let's see... Roll the Watt!

A white boy in love with a black girl. AND THE MF WORSHIPS THE GROUNDS SHE WALKS ON.

He's ruthless, mean, arrogant, and lonely. Would it change or will he stay the same Cold-Hearted Cowboy.

"Mommy am I your child?" My mom looked down and chuckled at me. "Of course you are Theo." She said continuing to cut the vegetables that I hated. "Then why do we have different skin?" I blurted. I was five at the time and I didn't know any better. "Who said that?" She asked looking at me concerned. She knew I wouldn't have thought that on my own. I was always perfectly happy with everything. "This kid Matt. He said his mommy thinks you're weird because we're two different skins." I said coloring in my book. "Well don't listen to what people say. Love doesn't discriminate." She told me sternly. I took her advice. Highest rank: #6 in interracial #2 in interracial-romance # 3 in sexualthemes

I slammed the stack of papers down in his desk fumingly. A little smirk pulling up from his lips, "Whats wrong? Papers got to heavy?" He says sarcastically. "Fuck you, ive done everything you've told me now can I go home please!." He turns his chair to where he is now facing me, as he slowly leaned back, feasting on my appearance and drinking in my emotions knowing how I get when i'm around him. "No." he says with a cold tone while starring at me with those now dark grey eyes. "Go lock the door miss young....-"