Book 1 of The Accident Series. cover by @/fleanr on instagram [PREVIOUSLY KNOWN AS THERE SHE GOES] Have you ever accidentally liked an Instagram photo of the captain of your university's varsity volleyball team? From three years ago? A guy you have never spoken to in your life? Jaiyesimi 'Jaime' Okusanya can relate. As a second-year biophysics student at Herringway university, Jaime is trying to do what every person at university is as well: survive. Especially as she tries to fulfill the requirements to obtain a research position at Dalhousie Laboratory. But when she accidentally likes Aven Montaque's Instagram picture after noticing him twice over a few days, she attempts to survive her fascination with the hot and cold fourth-year criminology student who's aspiring to go to law school. In a coming-of-age story of romance, friendships, drama and mottos, Jaime discovers that her priorities are about to shift. And Aven Montaque might become one of them.

"So you just wanna fuck me forever, and that's it, huh?" "I ain't say-" He sucked his teeth. "We already talked about this shit, Z." "Nah." She chuckled dryly. "You just keep shutting me out." "Why you doin' this to me, Ma?" He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Hm? Why you tryna fuck everything up?" • • • • • • 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚗-𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌, 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌 💌👻 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝟷 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

🖤 Tenure A Dark Student-Professor Romance by Boity M. Some girls go to college to find themselves. I came to disappear. Late transfer. Shy. Obsessed with grades, not guys. That was supposed to be me. Until I walked into his class. Mr. Jackson isn't just a professor - he's the professor. Cold, sharp, brilliant. A man who doesn't smile, doesn't flinch, and doesn't forget a face. Especially not mine. He saw me when no one else did. Now, I'm the one he watches. The one he keeps after class. The one he calls by name when no one else dares speak. I didn't plan to want him. He didn't plan to need me. But we crossed a line neither of us can uncross. This isn't just forbidden. It's dangerous. Because the classroom is his kingdom. And I'm about to bring it to its knees.

He regarded her for a second, fathomless blue-green eyes cold. Then, a devilish grin came upon his face as his British accent rang through the room; "How ever do you expect me to forget fucking you 𝑟𝑎𝑤, love? Taking you on the couch, against the wall, on the bed, in the shower. Bottoming out in your delicious cunt over and over, until the only word you could utter, you could 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 was my name?" Because you are my professor. Because that was wrong. Because you are dating a supermodel. Because you are over 10 years older than me. Then, why do I still want him to remember and repeat it? ✿❁✿❁✿❁ SINFUL PASSIONS: INNOCENCE MEETS DARKNESS. ⇲ CHIARA JAHZARA NOOR is the definition of a good girl. No parties, no vices, all good grades, all innocence. To celebrate her 19th birthday, she decides to let loose and indulge. In the sexy, dark, older, British stranger at the bar who provides her with the best night of her existence. Who also turns out to be her professor. She should forget Nico, but something about his ability to both enthrall and ruin her has her craving his touch. ⇱ NICOLAS SEBASTIAN HENDRIX is chaotic, breathtakingly pure destruction and most definitely in a relationship. But, when he meets this incredibly innocent girl at the bar, his intrigue and piqued interest lead to a night of fiery passion. With his 19-year-old, Dean's List student. He should forget Zara, but something about her innocence, her ability to see the good within him, has him craving her light. BOOK 2 OF THE DARK SINNERS SERIES | COPYRIGHT © MARIEDILLBOOKS

In all of my 23 years of life, nothing as dangerous, as stupid, as foolish.... Nothing as tempting as this had ever overcome me. Dipping the dirty dishes into the sink and scraping off the leftovers, i gripped the edge of the sink tightly, forcing my heart to slow down. Mr Anderson is my boss, he is married. He is a white man. And yet he had the power to stop my heart, as much as he can make it race. "Tara...," that deep smooth voice rang in my ears as he walked into the kitchen. "Yes, Mr Anderson?", i reluctantly turned around, making sure to keep my eyes on the ground, as i was supposed to. "How may i be of help, sir?", i asked, keeping my voice low. "I just need a glass of water, is all...I'll get it myself-", he said as he started approaching the cabinet. "Oh, no, no", i rushed to stop him as i knew that it would get me into trouble, if Mrs Anderson saw him serving himself. Clearing my throat and smoothing my hands out over my apron, "I can do that for you, sir", i told him. Stepping over to the cabinet, i took out a glass and set it on the counter, before moving to fetch the water pitcher. I let out a small breath of air, mixed with gut wrenching fear and shock when i felt two large hands settle on my hips, stopping me. "... Mr Anderson, sir..", I began to say quietly, but i quickly shut my mouth when i felt the hands encircle my waist and pull me against his body. Oh my good Lord.....

New to the small southern town, brown-skinned Evalyn Brown answers an ad for domestic help. Enter her new employer, the disagreeable and decidedly white William Davis, who works for the town's police department. As time progresses, their relationship to each other, their small town, and the people who inhabit it changes. In the mid-1900s in a place so easily described as backwards, change can very rapidly become a dangerous friend. x He said nothing but continued to approach, and I started backing up, my hands in front of me to create space. He advanced until I had nowhere to go, and the stories of southern Negro women being lynched, beaten, raped, and on swirled in my mind. There were some battles to fight, and this was not one of them. I just wanted to appease whatever angry beast I had stirred within him and go back to my role as his quiet housekeeper. "William, I - ." Idiot! His whispered name slipped from my mouth before I could stop it. Today was the worst possible day to mistakenly call him by his first name. I closed my eyes as tears escaped out their corners. I didn't want to watch whatever was going to happen next. "Look. At. Me." His words were a constrictor that wound around my neck and tightened. His heady, hot breath fanned over my face. I opened my eyes and peered through my tear-blurred vision. His orbs were almost black as onyx, but tumultuous and frightening. He studied me and my pulse thudded deafeningly in my ears. "I want you to stop." His voice was low and threatening.

Final chapter. Epilogue to follow

Madison Harp is your usual shy innocent college woman,trying to make it through life without a man to her side. The idea of a man being beside her scares her because of her experience with the last guy in her life. Victor Hernandez aka Vito is one of the sexiest,flirtatious man you could ever encounter. A man like Vito would have you on your knees begging for him to stay home. Bold,outgoing Victor meets Madison and gives her a taste of his life and his view of things,Despite the age difference. Madison's world changes for the better. Vito teaches Madison how to love herself physically and Mentally,along with how to burn the fire in her core.