Set against the ravaged landscape of World War II Europe, The War She Painted follows Zora Lenz, a biracial German woman whose life unravels under the Nazi regime. Born in Berlin to a German painter and a French-Senegalese mother, Zora once lived a quiet, art-filled life with her husband Wilhelm Weiss and their young son, Lukas. But when Wilhelm joins the SS and renounces her to preserve his status, Zora is torn from her family, her son seized, and her identity erased. Branded as "impure," Zora is arrested and sent to Ravensbrück concentration camp, where she endures forced labor, starvation, and dehumanization. There, she learns the language of survival, silence, endurance, and clings to fragments of hope. Her memories of Lukas keep her alive through nights of horror in the camp's brothel, where she becomes both prisoner and pawn in a machinery of cruelty designed to erase women like her. When she catches the attention of the Kommandant, a cold, enigmatic man who both despises and is fascinated by her, Zora's fate takes a twisted turn. He removes her from the camp, claiming to need her artistic skill, and brings her to his estate. What follows is a haunting, psychological entanglement, an uneasy coexistence between victim and captor, built on power, obsession, and a strange, reluctant empathy. As the war's end approaches and Germany begins to burn from within, Zora is drawn into a web of impossible choices between vengeance and forgiveness, love and freedom, captivity and escape.

NOW ON KINDLE UNLIMITED! Read the full story, including exclusive scenes, via the link in my bio! 🔗 He came for a hiding place. He stayed for the cook. Serenity Davidson has no time for strays. She's too busy running the best soul food catering business in Greensboro and keeping her heart in the Dudley neighborhood. As a proud Dudley High alum, Serenity knows how to handle the heat but she isn't prepared for the starving, half-dead man collapsed on her front porch. She does what she does best: she feeds him. He says his name is Kevin. He says he's an unemployed factory worker with "bad asthma." He is lying. He is Lorenzo Moretti, the ruthless Don of the Sicilian Mafia, battered and hiding in plain sight. He intended to heal, exact his revenge, and disappear. But after weeks of Serenity's soul food, her warm bed, and her sharp tongue, Lorenzo realizes he has a new addiction. He's not just going to take back his empire. He's taking the cook with him.

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. 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.

Zola West thought keeping her head down and running numbers for a Miami nightclub would be enough to survive. But when secrets surface and money goes missing, she finds herself face-to-face with the Bratva-and the ruthless man behind it all. Nikolai Malakhov doesn't tolerate betrayal, but there's something about the sharp-mouthed accountant that makes him hesitate. Now she's in his world, on his payroll, and under his control. The numbers don't lie. But Zola does-and it might cost her everything. A dark, addictive story of power, obsession, and survival.

They said love wasn't meant to be shared like this-between four people, across broken pasts, fierce passion, and a house full of children. But Rafael, Rina, Naomi, and Leonie were never meant to play by the rules. Rafael is a reformed fighter with a loyalty so deep it can burn. Rina is the woman who broke his heart-and still owns it and plus size. Leonie is the fire that keeps them steady, and Naomi? She walked in rich, bold, and blonde, flipping their world upside down with a single smile. Their love is messy. Raw. Real. And sometimes toxic. From Atlanta heartbreaks to LA mansions, they've fought to build a life together. But behind the sexy nights, picture-perfect Instagram posts, and shared vows, jealousy simmers. Old wounds ache. And no one's sure who's holding it together-or pulling it apart. They have history. They have children. But do they still have each other?

She was poised, stunning, and untouchable when he saw her behind the check-in counter. However, Adriano Morelli, a mafia heir, never agreed to boundaries. Kaïra Thomas, a beautiful Trinidadian woman, working the check-in counter at a busy airport, had no idea that her world was about to fall apart when he first saw her. Kaïra is abducted and brought into the centre of Italy's criminal underworld, where she is forced into a marriage she never desired with a man who serves as both her protector and captor. Can love blossom in the shadows, or will it break her to pieces, trapped in a gilded cage of violence, obsession, and desire?

"She served him a meal. He served her a life sentence." Laila Carter, a hard-working college student with dreams bigger than her wallet, takes a waitressing job to help pay for school. She's sharp-tongued, stunning, and uninterested in the men who fawn over her at work. But one night, the mysterious and powerful Demetri Vescari walks into the restaurant she works at-not as a customer, but as the silent owner and ruthless mafia leader hiding in plain sight. Demetri becomes obsessed with Laila's voice, her goddess-like locs, and the fire in her eyes. She resists him at every turn, sensing the danger he conceals behind his charm. But when Demetri blackmails her estranged father into agreeing to a marriage neither she nor her heart agreed to, Laila is thrust into a deadly world of secrets, power, and passion. And there's no walking away from a man who's decided you're his.

I froze. A man was slumped against the graffiti-covered brick wall, blood blooming across his side. His white shirt was soaked through, and there was a gun just inches from his open hand. My heart slammed against my ribs. Run, Skye. You should run. But I didn't. Instead, I dropped my bag and took a cautious step closer. His head lifted. Piercing, icy blue eyes met mine, sharp even through the haze of pain. His face was all sharp edges and shadowed scruff, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. His accent was thick and rough, like broken glass. "Leave." I shook my head slowly. "You're bleeding. Bad." "Not your concern." His voice was lethal, but he flinched hard when he tried to move. "You're gonna die out here," I whispered, kneeling beside him. My hands trembled as I pressed a napkin from my apron against his side. "I'm studying to be a nurse. Let me help." He stared at me like I was something he couldn't comprehend. A stranger. A softness he didn't trust. Then his hand, heavy and warm, clamped around my wrist-not rough, but firm. "What's your name?" he rasped. "...Skye." A beat passed. Then another. "I am Mikhail." His eyes darkened. "And you shouldn't have found me."

Who would've known a mob boss' best match is his nephews teacher