He wants to love her loudly. She's scared to believe she deserves it. Some love isn't light. Some love is felt in the bones. This is The Weight of Love.

"𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬."

They've known each other since they were kids, inseparable, untouchable... or so she thought. He's grown into someone darker, more dangerous than she ever imagined. What started as friendship has twisted into desire, control, and obsession. She wants to run, but every time she tries, he's there watching, claiming, relentless. How can she survive a love that burns hotter than it should, a man who won't let her go? Some ties can't be broken, some desires can't be denied, and some obsessions are meant to own you.

When all your dreams are crushed, and the very person who claims to love you takes away your freedom-what would you do then? This is the story of Sagar, who dreamed of a free life but, because of someone's desire to possess him, became trapped inside a golden cage.

"Please," I whisper, my voice trembling as tears prick the corners of my eyes. "Please don't hurt me." The words barely escape my throat, fragile and desperate. He studies me for a moment, tilting his head slightly, almost as if he's amused by my plea. Then he scoffs, the sound sharp and mocking. "Why would I want to do that?" he murmurs, his voice smooth but carrying a dark undertone that chills me. He takes a step forward, and instinctively, I step back. "I've just found you..." He pauses, his gaze dragging over my face like a predator sizing up its prey. "And now you're mine." Aurora Evans leads a life of simplicity. Eat, work, sleep-her unchanging regimen is her sanctuary, and she has no intention of altering it. But what unfolds when a shadowy figure, lurking beyond her windows, takes an insidious interest in her? One glance at her in a café ensnares him, rendering him captivated, his singular ambition becoming clear: to claim her as his own. Aurora's attempts to escape his shadowy games are futile, especially in the cloak of night when he emerges, weaving his spell under the cover of darkness. He teases, entices, and pushes her perilously close to her breaking point. Her resolve is to distance herself as much as possible. Yet, fate has a cruel sense of irony. When she is abruptly dismissed from her previous job, she unwittingly lands a position working for him-as his assistant-entangling her in a web she can no longer evade. *A STALKER ROMANCE* #1 in "assistant" 12/23/24 #1 in "criminal" 3/8/25

I stitched him up. One bleeding stranger in my bookstore. One act of mercy I can't take back. Now he's decided I belong to him. Lucifer de Rivel doesn't ask permission. He doesn't negotiate. He watches through hidden cameras, sends armed men to drag me off the street, locks me in a penthouse prison twenty floors above Paris. He calls it protection. His eyes promise something darker. "You weren't afraid when I was bleeding on your floor, Angel. You should be terrified now." I'm nineteen. A virgin. An orphan with nothing but books and borrowed time. He's twenty-one. A monster. The most dangerous man in Paris with emerald eyes and hands that have buried enemies alive. He says the Russian mafia wants to use me against him. But the cage he's built isn't about safety. It's about possession. And the worst part? I'm starting to forget why I wanted to escape. ___ A glimpse "Oui. Again. And again. Until you can't walk without feeling me inside you." I pinned her beneath me, grinding hard against her slick entrance. "I want to fuck you while you're still swollen from me. Want to make you scream." "Lucifer-" I bit her neck, marking her. "Say you're mine." She tensed, defiant. "No." My cock throbbed at her fire. I pressed just the tip inside, then pulled back. "Then you don't get this." She squirmed, frustrated, wet, needy. "You're an asshole." "I'm honest." I rocked against her clit, teasing. "You came to my bed. Let me inside you. Chose this. Now say it-because it's true." Silence. Trembling. Her pride cracking. Then, a broken whisper: "Yours. God, I'm yours.Happy,now?" Triumph surged. "Ecstatic," I growled-and slammed deep in one brutal thrust. __________ A dark mafia romance with a possessive antihero, "touch her and die". "His to Break : Lucifer's Reign" is a standalone dark romance novel. It is the 2nd book of the "The Hawthorne Legacy " series.

He's the billionaire heir who has everything. She's the scholarship girl who has nothing. I was content with my quiet life. I asked for nothing and expected even less. Then Adrian Hawthorne set his eyes on me. He decided I was his. His new project. His unwanted obsession. He says he'll ruin me. He promises to tear down my world until he's the only one left. What he doesn't know is that I'm already broken. And he might just be the one to shatter completely. A dark billionaire romance with a possessive hero, a "touch her and you die" vibe, and secrets that could destroy them both. "His to Ruin" is a standalone dark romance novel. It is part of the book series "The Hawthorne Legacy #1" ______ "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else, Lilia. When I'm done with you, the memory of my touch will be a brand on your skin. The sound of my voice will be the only thing you hear in your dreams. You will crave me. You will beg for me." My breath hitched, my entire body frozen in a state of horrified paralysis. He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear, the contact sending a bolt of pure, unadulterated electricity through me. "And the best part?" he breathed, his voice a silken, venomous promise. "You're going to love every second of it." He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a triumphant, predatory fire. He had seen the flicker of response in my eyes, the traitorous shiver that had run down my spine. He knew he had struck a nerve. That was what finally broke the spell. Rage, pure and absolute, surged through me, burning away the fear. I yanked my hand back, my palm connecting with his cheek with a sharp, satisfying crack that echoed in the silent aisle. He didn't even flinch. He just stood there, a slow, terrifying smirk spreading across his face as he gently touched the reddening mark on his cheek. "There's that fire," he murmured, his voice filled with a dark, appreciative hunger. "I can't wait to taste it."

Aaliyah never planned on catching the eye of Leo Ramirez. A quiet, brooding basketball player who looks at her like she's trouble & like he'd burn the whole world for her.

*Formerly Known As "Love Has No Boundaries" With Revisions* • • • • • • • • • • • I stood dusting off my jeans,"Aight bruh, I'mma slide." Turning I dapped up one of my closest homies before stepping off the porch. "Aight man, I'll hol at you later." He responded putting out the lit end of his blunt. Remote starting my car, I hopped in deciding to check my phone while the air began to circulate. It was almost summer and it was hot as hell in New Orleans, had me second-guessing settling down here. I checked my messages, but didn't respond to any of them. Then I checked a few missed calls, but didn't return any of them. Lastly, I listened to a few voicemails from unknown numbers before starting to delete them but then my finger paused over one particular name. I never listen to her voicemails. I don't want to hear her voice; it just floods me with guilt and reminds me of my past, a place I don't ever want to visit. I don't know why but for some reason my finger hovered over that voicemail and I couldn't stop myself from clicking it. "Hi Dre," She spoke gently as my heart tightened in my chest,"Or Adrian," She chuckled softly,"I'm not sure what you like to be called anymore." There was a sadness in her tone,"I'm actually not sure why I'm even leaving this message...I've left a million and I still haven't heard from you over the past eight years so I don't know what makes me think this time will be any different." There was shuffling and a bit of silence before she sniffled,"But I miss you." My grip tightened around the phone. "I don't know where you are right now, or if you even still care about me, but I miss you," She cried,"And I really wish you'd come home." She whimpered. "I need you Dre...I don't know if that means much to you, but I need you." Then it ended. I sat in my car, steel gaze, staring at the road ahead. My mind racing but one thing was clear. It was time I went home..

ψψψ After a stretch of horrific bullying at the hands of the wealthy and cruel Cassian Ambrose, Camille Beaumont enters her junior year hoping to keep her head down and power through at her illustrious and isolated New England boarding school. But as her nightmares turn into day terrors, and her reputation is once again dragged through the mud, Camille finds herself receiving help from the least expected source: the devil⁠, himself, Cassian Ambrose. Only now, he wants her. Soon, Camille learns there's a reason they call him the Devil. ψψψ