Kiana Taylor, a young librarian who's lives by herself in Compton. She has one best friend but is so introverted she barely has a social life. Aron Dominguez, a young hot producer who's tired of the single life. He's ready to settle down and be committed to one woman. Pao Gundi, Kiana's best friend since middle school sets these two up on a blind date.... only for Pao and Aron to be keeping a huge secret from Kiana. With Kianna fall for him or allow his past to ruin everything? This is not your average smut based romance story. (Formally know as {One Night Stand With A Pornstar (21+)}. #1 in interracial 5/24/2020 #3 in erotic romance 5/21/2020 All Rights Reserved. This is the unedited version.

"Aren't we a match made in heaven?" He said with a smirk on his face.The devil himself speaking about heaven,he internally laughed at the thought. "Well that's quite ironic,don't you think?" "What's ironic?"He knew exactly what Flora was talking about but he wanted to taunt her, he wanted her to awknowledge his title. "The devil himself saying he and his future wife are a match made in heaven. A more suiting phrase would be a match made in hell, Don't you think?" "Wow,you're a fast learner,aren't you love?" Flora didn't know why but everytime he said that word she couldn't think straight,he knew how her breathing got shallower and that she got flustered anytime he called her love and so he did it every chance he got. He loved seeing her like that. *Mature Language* started : June 2021

When a one night stand leads to an unexpected pregnancy Sofia Smith doesn't know who to go to. she tried to find the man who got her pregnant but he is nowhere to be found 6 year later, fate brings them together Joe "Devil" Collision is the boss of the biggest dangerous mafia in the world, he has no time for romance nor is he looking for it, but when he gets an unexpected call for a deal, he comes face to face with the woman he couldn't forget but had to. FOR MATURE AUDIENCE ALL COPYRIGHT RESERVED ^^^^^THERE ARE ERRORS THAT NEEDS TO BE FIXED, WE ARE SLOWLY DOING THAT^^^^^^

A little girl in a pink, cloud-soft frock once wandered into a world that should have warned her away. She found them at the edge of a dying playground. Two identical boys, caked in mud, standing too still for children their age. Their eyes followed her long before she spoke. "Why are you both sad?" she asked, her voice light and untouched by caution. They smiled. "Because we are dirty," one said. "And no one wants to play with us," the other added. It should have been a simple answer. It wasn't. She frowned, as if the world had made a small, correctable mistake, and took their hands without hesitation. That was the first choice. The smallest one. The one that mattered most. By the time they reached the park, the air felt different. It was quiet and heavier than anything, as though something unseen had drawn closer just to listen. "Let's play," she said brightly, tossing a ball into the space between them. But there were only three of them. And she refused to leave either side. So she ran back and forth, laughter breaking into breathless gasps, small shoes scuffing against the dirt as she tried to belong everywhere at once. With him. With him. Never choosing. Never stopping. Until the boys stopped smiling. Until they simply watched. "You'll get tired," one of them said softly. "You can't play both sides forever," the other murmured. But she only grinned, flushed and stubborn, her voice trembling with a promise she did not understand. "I can. And I will play with both of you." That was the second choice. Years later, when the bodies began to surface, when whispers of manipulation, obsession, and something far darker crept into every room she entered, no one thought to trace it back to a sunlit afternoon and a game that never really ended. But some games don't stop. They wait. And the most dangerous players are the ones who were never taught to choose.

Celeste didn't think it couldn't get any weirder than waitressing at an exclusive erotic masquerade ball for the uber-rich. Then she caught the eye of her gorgeous billionaire boss, Griffin Steele. What started out as one night of anonymous hedonistic bliss quickly spirals into full-blown feelings, catapulting Celeste into the cruel world of the rich and powerful. **************** GRIFFIN STEELE: I've never lost my head over a woman and I've sure as shit never been in love because it's a myth. A chemical farce masquerading as temporary insanity. It's all a game of give and take, but to men like me, it's a ruthless takeover. At least, that's what I told myself. Then that twenty-something temptress waltzed into my world and upended everything. CELESTE MARTIN: Talk about a weird night. I got harassed, assaulted, and fired (not necessarily in that order) before spontaneously combusting into raw sexual energy with my former boss. And Griffin Steele wasn't just a worldly billionaire-slash-untouchable Green Tech god. From his dusky blue bedroom eyes to his aura of quiet power, the man was hazardous to my health (and my underwear). We were a burst of ephemeral magic. An incredible fluke that left my legs quivering and my body craving so much more. And unfortunately, it can't 👏 happen 👏 again 👏 2023 WATTYS SHORTLISTED STORY 🏆 ***Please note, this book has been taken down for editing.