She's a girl who feels as though she's had the weight of the world on her shoulders. He's a guy who shows her what it means to feel safe, to not keep waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Noelle Sinclair thought leaving him was the hardest thing she'd ever do. She was wrong. Still hurt from betrayal and trying to protect her peace, Noelle made a selfish decision... that she never told him. Now seven months later, the truth lands on his lap. And Mario Brown is the last man she wanted showing up at her door angry, heartbroken, and demanding answers. What happens when the man you still love finds out you kept his child a secret? Some betrayals don't come back from...and some love stories are never really over.

Asha Camari Hill has already lost enough to drugs-her past, her sense of self, nearly her life. Now sober and fighting for stability, she keeps her world small and controlled. Recovery is fragile, and she knows better than to tempt the darkness she barely escaped. She keeps her head down, clinging to routine, convincing herself the past can't find her if she doesn't look back. But the past never forgets. Before rehab, Asha made a mistake that left her in debt to a man who doesn't believe in mercy or clean slates. He remembers everything-especially what's owed. When he learns she's resurfaced, he doesn't collect right away. He watches from the edges of her new life, drawn to the woman she's becoming and the one she used to be. He is danger wrapped in control. She is healing held together by sheer will. What grows between them is unwanted and unspoken, a slow-burning tension neither of them is willing to name. He is the kind of man she should run from. She is the kind of woman he never meant to care about. And the closer the past presses in, the harder it becomes to tell whether walking away will save her-or cost her everything she's fought to rebuild.

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."

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"𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 made me soft, mama" I said, locking my eyes with Kalani's. Real talk, I love her more than myself. I don't even know who I'd be if she never walked into my life. "I ain't never been soft for nobody, babygirl," I added, just to hear her laugh. Why not read? You may like it.🤭

Mariah is confident, outspoken, and focused on herself not love. But when she moves into a new apartment and meets Elijah, the quiet white boy next door, her plans start to shift. He's reserved. She's bold. They come from different worlds but can't seem to stay away from each other. What starts as tension slowly turns into something deeper. But falling for someone so different isn't easy and both have pasts that threaten to get in the way. Still, some connections are worth the risk. And sometimes, love doesn't look how you expect it's just painted different.

By day, she's focused, flawless, and untouchable. But by night? She's tangled in silk sheets, moaning a man's name she should never be saying. He's everything she shouldn't want older, dangerous, dominant. A smooth-talking savage who knows exactly how to touch her, ruin her, and make her beg for more. Their connection is toxic. Their chemistry? Explosive. And every time she swears it's the last night... she ends up right back between the sheets.

On his planet, women don't choose, they're chosen. When a male claims a life partner, it is final. Permanent. Absolute. Belle, a university student, travels to this uncharted world for research. But she's unprepared for Thraxos, the towering, pale-blue warrior who rules with unchallenged strength and sees her as the one thing he's been missing. He's never chosen a life partner. Never needed one. Until her. But Thraxos doesn't love the way humans do. His affection is possession. His protection is control. And Belle's fire only draws him closer. Now, caught in a place where her voice means little and her body is his to claim, Belle must decide: resist the darkness, or surrender to the one male she was never meant to survive.

He was born for war. She was built to heal. But when his mouth finds comfort in her breast, the line between hunger and need begins to blur. A mafia king, bleeding and broken. A doctor with a body that won't stop giving. Love was never supposed to feel like this-desperate, raw, and addictive.