She hates him. He can't stand her. But they must produce an heir. Munaya is trapped in a foreign land, bound by a marriage she never wanted, to a man who despises her. Forced to share a bed with Caius, the ruthless ruler, she fights to keep her distance, determined not to let him break her spirit. But with every heated glance, every cruel touch, the line between hate and something far more dangerous blurs. Caius doesn't care for her beauty or her fire. He needs her only for an heir, and nothing more. He keeps his heart locked away-until an unexpected danger forces him to protect her. But can he resist the pull of her fiery personality and body that tempts him in ways he's desperate to ignore? As they navigate a marriage of duty and power, will they fall into a web of passion-or remain enemies until the end? A marriage built on obligation. A desire too hot to deny. HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 bw #1 romance fantasy

Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by staying small. Head low. Mouth shut. No waves, no risks, no getting caught up in the kind of business that comes with bodies, secrets, and street names that echo. But all it takes is one night-one favor for her best friend-to slide her straight into the orbit of Seven "Saint" Carter. Saint is discipline wrapped in quiet menace. A man the streets don't just respect-they fear. The type Neisha promised herself she'd never look at twice. He doesn't chase. He doesn't beg. He doesn't explain. Yet somehow... he does all of this for her. And when that calm, unreadable gaze settles on Neisha, her careful world starts to crack. Now Saint's patience is running out. Neisha's defenses are falling apart. And the pull between them is starting to feel less like a choice and more like fate. He's trying to shield her from the life he lives. She's trying to decide if loving him is salvation... or self-destruction. Because in a world built on loyalty, violence, and revenge; love is the most dangerous thing you can touch.

People think becoming a Mob wife is something magical. It's not. It's far from it. Mob wives deal with targets on their backs, abuse from their husbands, witnessing the most gruesome murders and may have to deal with a kidnapping or two. The pros were having any and everything you wanted; having a big, buff, dangerous man protecting you no matter what. Here's Brooklyn's story about being Mrs. Vitale, the first black wife in the Vitale Crime Family. * this is not based in 50s. It's around 2014 in the beginning, but it's a different 2014. * book has NOT been EDITED. Excuse any errors.

Definitely wouldnt read, buttttttt .... Together they navigate through the treacherous shadows of love. -Liloandrice

"𝐈𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐰𝐢𝐭 𝐀'𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐚"

Beau Ashford was your typical southern cowboy. He wasn't looking for love, far from it. His one goal was to expand his property and maybe invest in a couple markets in the city. But all that changed when he was assigned an agent: Grace Williams. Grace Williams thought her job was going to be easy. Show the hunky, somewhat annoying, overly flirty cowboy some property. Not nearly sleep with him. Not let him get underneath her skin with his southern drawl, and his masculine pheromones. When Beau realizes that what he really wants is not just property in the city but love, Grace's love, he hitches a plan. What happens when Beau riles her up so bad that she ends up hitching a ride to work for him in Texas? Will Grace fall? Or will she deny herself her one little slice of country love?

Nori Michaels has heard horror stories about the south from every family member possible. They were even more appalled when they were informed that Nori managed to get a very well paying job in Texas for a very influential white family. They saw it as a death sentence. Nori saw it as an opportunity. She was too ambitious for her own good. Nori thought she could handle anything thrown at her until the house owners brute of a son comes to stay for while. Oh Nori was not prepared for him...

"I'm sorry." I say sincerely through the phone. Her beautiful eyes bloodshot and her nose reddened from crying, she looks at me wearily. "I'm...I'm so tired." She sighs, her voice muffled through the static of the line. "We're going to fix it okay..just, just please don't-" Killian hangs the phone up. "Leave." I quietly finish. Sequel of UNDERBELLY Loosely based of Fallin' by Alicia Keys

un·der·bel·ly /ˈəndərˌbelē/ noun A hidden unpleasant or criminal part of society. "the dark underbelly of a ghetto" "I do for me and mine how I see fit. Even if I have to wage war against everything in my path." His voice so powerful it felt like it cracked the earths core. With such precision and not even an ounce of remorse, he pulled back the top piece of his gun, the man beneath him began to beg. "Please Ce-" was all he let out before his body twitched as bullets riddled his body, followed by a loud thump. Welcome to the twisted tango of the Underbelly. ****Unedited/Unrevised****