He broke her door down in the dead of a Moscow winter. Five months ago, Vanity walked out of Alexei Petrovich's penthouse with their newborn son and didn't look back. She hasn't had to. Until tonight. He arrives furious, exhausted, and looking at their son like he's been starving for the sight of both of them. Vanity knows better than to trust him. She also knows better than to trust herself around him. Because Alexei was never just a man. He was a world - wealth, control, obsession, and the quiet violence behind the Petrovich name. His family is powerful, secretive, and operates by rules she was never supposed to read. Once she lets him back into her life, leaving again may cost more than heartbreak. A novel about love, possession, and the dangerous comfort of going back. Contains explicit sexual content, possessive dynamics, past infidelity, emotional control, and allusions to organised crime. For adult readers. I write women who survive the men they love. It's Always Cold in Moscow is a standalone adult romance drama in The Vanity Sedoc Books. -V #2 interracial romance #5 Steamy #4 Moscow #3 Motherhood

She was the peace he never knew he needed. He was the storm she never saw coming. Melody has spent her entire life being judged by her appearance. To some, her soft, curvy figure and deep chocolate skin make her a target for cruel whispers. To others, it's an invitation for unwanted objectification. All she wants is to be seen for the kind, gentle soul she is, to live a quiet life hidden in the pages of her books. Donato Salvatore is the untouchable Don, a man forged in ice and blood. Trapped in a cold, arranged marriage to a woman who repulses him, he is on the brink of tearing the contract apart. Until one glimpse of her in a crowded cafe-a vision of soft curves and serene beauty-shatters his control. His obsession is instant, twisted, and all-consuming. Melody becomes his only thought, his new purpose. He will burn his entire world to the ground to possess her. He doesn't want her love; he demands her soul. Warning: This is a dark yandere romance. Donato's love isn't gentle or patient. It's a claiming. If you're not prepared for a morally grey, obsessed hero who will kill, lie, and destroy anyone who gets between him and the woman he wants, this story is not for you. Proceed with caution... if you dare.

Imani took the job for one reason. Money. Her father's gambling debts are swallowing everything her family owns, and the only job willing to pay enough to save their home happens to be inside the mansion of the most dangerous man in the city-a Russian Bratva king whose name is spoken in whispers. So Imani follows three simple rules. Keep her head down. Do her job. And never look the men of the house in the eyes. For months, it has worked. Until the day she is sent to clean the forbidden top floor. A careless mistake. A drunk mafia soldier. One gunshot that echoes through the study. The man who crossed the line drops dead behind her. And when Imani finally looks up... she meets the cold gaze of the man who pulled the trigger. Roman Volkov. The master of the mansion. The most feared man in the Russian Bratva. A man who notices everything. Except this time, he isn't looking at the body on the floor. He's watching her. Imani wants nothing more than to remain invisible, collect her paycheck, and keep her family from losing their home. But Roman Volkov has just found the only woman in his house who doesn't fear him enough. And once the Bratva king decides he wants something... Walking away is no longer an option

She was supposed to be terrified. Instead, she treated the kidnapping like a vacation. After years of hiding behind fake smiles, oversized sweaters, and exhausting normalcy, Naomi no longer remembers what it feels like to truly relax. Her quiet office job is draining, people are unbearable, and pretending to be ordinary every single day is slowly suffocating her. Then she gets abducted by a massive Russian assassin with blood on his hands and winter in his eyes. Oddly enough? It's the most peace she's felt in years. But Viktor isn't just a killer. He's a survivor of a classified government experiment created by the one man Naomi spent her childhood admiring: her father. Once celebrated as a genius scientist specializing in chemical weapons and psychological conditioning, Naomi's father vanished after a catastrophic incident years ago, leaving behind destroyed lives, buried secrets, and men turned into weapons. Men like Viktor. Now powerful organizations believe Naomi unknowingly carries the final key to her father's research hidden somewhere inside her memories. Viktor was ordered to kidnap her. Interrogate her. Break her if necessary. He fully intended to. Until the quiet black woman he expected to fear him looked around his isolated cabin and calmly asked if there was food. The longer Naomi stays in captivity, the more dangerous their connection becomes. Behind her soft voice and exhausted smiles hides a mind trained from childhood to wear masks, conceal intelligence, and survive at all costs. And Viktor is beginning to realize something horrifying: The scientist who created him may have created Naomi, too. Just in a different way. 🕯️

𝙬𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 ..

With my hand on the knob, I twist it open, but the action was interrupted by his voice echoing off the walls. " Come here," I look over my shoulder, " No, I'm not in the mood for this shit." I hissed. " I wasn't askin. Come. Here." He demanded. I huffed, slamming the door shut and leaning against the door. " What?" He gestures towards the seat, " Sit down." " No, I don't have to do a damn thing." I refused, standing far away from him as possible. I wanted to be nowhere near him. " Sit down or I'll sit you down myself." He warns, glaring at me. ------------ #1 in urban romance #1 in black love #1 in glory to God #1 in bwbm #1 in lotsofdrama

When Ayanna is forced into a job working for her parents' trusted college friend, she expects structure-not the quiet pull of a man who sees her more clearly than anyone ever has. Langston, a forty-three-year-old record label owner and divorcé, lives by rules that don't allow desire, especially not for his employee or the daughter of people he respects. As long hours and industry chaos draw them closer, attraction turns into something dangerous neither of them is willing to name. With her parents tightening their grip and her dreams of an artistic life slipping further away, Ayanna must choose between approval and authenticity. For Langston, loving her could cost him his reputation, his principles, and the one line he's sworn never to cross.

Lucian placed my legs on his lap, took my shoes off, and began rubbing my feet. "How was your day at the gallery?" he asked. "It was so boring," I began. "Wednesdays are always so uneventful..." As I was explaining, his hands began to move up my thigh and underneath my dress. He started rubbing my pussy over my panties. "Mmm," I moaned, trying to grab his arm lightly. "Move your hand & continue, little girl," he commanded. I tried to continue telling him about my boring ass day at work, but the pleasure was becoming overwhelming. "I can't," I gasped. He growled darkly. "Mmm, you want me to suck on your pussy again, don't you, angel?" I whimpered. "Mmm..." Lucian stopped rubbing my pussy and grabbed my neck lightly but effectively. "Answer me when I'm talking to you, Nyla. I want to hear you beg for it. You hear me?" "Yes, Lucian," I breathed out. He smiled lightly. "Good girl. Such a good girl." Then he kissed me with so much lust and passion that my pussy was soaked, and I honestly couldn't wait.

Amina wants a baby-on her terms. No romance. No strings. No father involvement. But instead of going the clinical route, she picks the one man she despises: Lukas. Why? Because his genetics are perfect. His record is perfect. His health is perfect. His brilliance is undeniable. And he has a type of raw dominance that she thinks would produce a strong child. So she sets a formal business meeting. Slides a contract across his marble desk. States her intentions with no emotion. He laughs first. Then he reads the contract. Then he looks at her-really looks at her-and says: "If you want my child, Amina... you're not getting it in a cup. You're getting it the natural way." She refuses. He smirks. But Lukas has waited years for this door to open. And he knows exactly how to bend her resolve. Eventually, she agrees-strict rules, boundaries, a timeline, and an exit clause. She believes she can keep her heart out of it. But she has just stepped into his game. And Lukas? Lukas doesn't intend to give her just a child. He intends to have her. Completely.