"Because I want Lorenzo Russi. I am the one that deserves him, not Casey. Of all the years he was with her, she said he loves her. She really believes after sleeping in separate bedrooms for almost seventeen years, from not even receiving a kiss from the man. That he loved her? That he wouldn't dare to leave her for me. But I'm the one wearing his third generation great grandmother's ring, not a basic store bought ring that Casey has. Did you know that this stone was tanzanite? There's only few stones that were ever mined, such a beautiful rarity. Just how my husband describes me, a rarity. Lorenzo knew, he knew that it was to be on my finger. Not Casey or any other woman." The drama and lust fueled love story between The Don of the Russi Family and his woman. This story contains severe explicit content. #1 in #wmbw 9/22/2023 #1 in #woman 10/8/2023

Joelle Jordan is just trying to survive university and her life at home. Bryce Valentine is trying to survive everyone else. Projected first-round NFL draft pick. Campus celebrity. The most watched college athlete in the country. When the two strike a deal to trade study sessions for Bryce and personal training sessions for Joelle's little brother, everything seems simple enough. Then Bryce crosses the line. Now Joelle is trying to navigate a boy who is emotionally repressed, touch-starved, obsessively devoted, and surrounded by more pressure than any twenty-year-old should have to carry. Add the coaches, media attention, NIL deals, scouts, photo shoots, and Bryce's oppressive father. The pressure that comes with being attached to Bryce Valentine is something Joelle is not equipped for. Especially when she starts getting a little too comfortable with the fact that Bryce can't seem to leave her alone. [[Disclaimer: This story has not been edited yet!]]

"You really think I'm out here giving this dick to anybody else, beautiful?" She swallowed, watching my hands go to my zipper. I smirked, leaning down, dragging my fingers up her thigh, over her soaked panties. "Look at yourself in the mirror, Jade."

W H I T E O U T ❅ The contract was simple: Two weeks. Two hundred grand. Don't fall in love. For 𝑱𝒐𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆, it's a desperate bid to survive her debt. For 𝑯𝒂𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓, the cold heir to a billion-dollar empire, it's just business. Play the adoring girlfriend for his family's winter retreat, take the money, and leave. Then a blizzard hits. Stranded entirely alone in a remote mountain estate, the icy boundaries between them melt into a bruising, suffocating heat. But when the snow clears and the contract expires, Joelle quickly learns a terrifying truth: Hadrian Sinclair doesn't let go of what's his. The phone lines are cut. The snowplow is sabotaged. The doors are locked. The blizzard is over, but Joelle's nightmare is just beginning. Because the only thing more dangerous than a man with a frozen heart, is the monster that wakes up when it thaws. ❅ "The contract has expired, Hadrian. The roads are clear. Let me go." His pale eyes dropped to my lips, his thumb tracing the pulse racing at my throat. "What roads, Joelle? It's still snowing. We're snowed in. We'll be snowed in forever."

|18+| 𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙜𝙚. 𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙'𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧. My best friend had one specific rule for her wedding week: 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐝. It should have been easy. I'm here to be a bridesmaid, not a distraction. Then I met Caleb Calhoun. He's forty-four, runs the biggest ranch in Montana, and looks at me like I'm a natural disaster waiting to happen. He values order, discipline, and respect. I drive a rusted El Camino, drink cheap beer, and thrive on chaos. He thinks I'm just a reckless twenty-one-year-old with nothing to offer but trouble. So, naturally, I decide to be his trouble. I push every button he has. I call him 'Daddy' because I know he hates it-and because I know it makes him think things he definitely shouldn't. To top it off? I flirt with his son just to watch his jaw tick...until his son starts flirting back. His son Benny is freshly back from war, dangerously charming, and looks at me like I'm the first thing he's wanted in years. And the more I provoke the grumpy rancher, the more I realize this isn't a game. Benny wants to keep me. Caleb wants to tame me. And for the first time in my life, I might actually want to be 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝

I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.

❝You feel so good, 𝐌𝐬. 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧.❞ He moans in my ear before arching me on his desk. I tried to keep my moans at a minimum, but he felt incredible as he was pummeling me from behind. ❝I can't get enough of you,❞ he groans, the erotic symphonies of our skin slapping bringing me closer to ruin. ❝I'm insatiable when it comes to you, Quinn.❞ ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ What transpires when a young, billion dollar CEO gets rejected by his daughter's teacher? 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝: 𝟎𝟐/𝟐𝟎/𝟐𝟒 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝟎𝟒/𝟑𝟎/𝟐𝟒 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: - # 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 - # 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 - #𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐰𝐰𝐦

"Listen, baby. I don't wanna hear anything from you except my name. No fighting. No talking shit. You're gonna take my dick like a good girl because of the fucking hell you've been putting me through." "And if I don't want to?" "The door's locked, not barricaded," he scoffed smugly. "But you've had so many chances to tell me to give up on you and you never really did. I don't think you wanna leave, do you?" There was still a hint of doubt in his question, so he tightened his grip on my neck to compensate for his fear. This only made me hornier. He was about to ruin me. "No, Mr. Craft, I don't wanna leave." "Then give me your mouth." ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ In which a young professor is hired by the enigmatic Chancellor and founder of Craft University, who looks suspiciously young for his age. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This is a romance book with supernatural elements following Veronica Greene-Pierre and Sebastian Craft. It is Book 1 in The Craft Trilogy. Happy reading! xoxo. - Sami

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."

"The Underground Fighter and His Childhood Best Friend" ❦ Sasha "Kayo" Sokolov is a Russian fighter who was sent to America at a young age. One day, he met a young girl by the name of Everleigh Wilson, who taught him how to speak English, and helped him with his studies. They bonded so easily and became the best of friends. Years passed, and Sasha disappeared. Everleigh had to go on with life without her best friend. Until one lonely night when she saw the one man she loved more than anything beating another man to death. - "What happened to the boy I used to know?" she questioned, shutting her eyes at the feel of his hand traveling up her dress. He was so close to her throbbing core, and she hated how much she wanted him to touch her, enter her, ruin her. Sasha smirked sadistically. "He's gone, kitten. And he's never coming back." ❦ 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. (SAMPLE)