Book 1 In Miami's heat, where bodies drop and secrets burn, Brycier finds himself tangled in the arms of the city's most dangerous man-the one who was never supposed to care. A slow-burn hood romance soaked in blood, fear, and first love.

𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭, 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭-𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐡-𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐀𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬' 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡... 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐙. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞?

"Let me get yo' number." I said and he looked back at me with surprise. "Why? You gay?" He asked and I laughed. "Nigga, you my new studio person. I want to stay in contact," I explained and he nodded. "Oh. Cause I could've sworn you were flirtin' wit' me." He muttered and I grinned. "Don't take it to heart, I jus' be bored," I said and he typed in his number. "Well, don't joke wit' me cause I'm really like that." We made eye contact again and a smirk gifted my lips. "Mm," I licked my lips and he bit his. "Bye Tariq. I'll save your number as asshole." He went back to his computer. "And I'll save yours as big ass," he laughed. "See, you provin' my point. Bye." He waved good-bye at me. Asshole: Goodnight ____ It's a lil lame ik buttt Read to find out more !😝😙 Trigger warnings inside the book

in which I write gay oneshots .. again.

"𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛?" "𝐢 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝'𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞"

AN MXM ROMANCE NOVEL HIS LISCIHKA "I've been married to a woman for 18 years, I-I wouldn't know the first thing about being with a man," I admitted while feeling Ivan's hands making their way under my chin. "I'll teach you, just don't leave me, Oliver," Ivan consoled his voice sounding so gentle yet longing that it drew me in. "This isn't right, Ivan," I muttered positioning my hands on his bare chest. "Why?" Ivan rasped resting his right hand on my waist. "Because... I'm a man, I'm older than you and I have a daughter-" "Why are you making excuses, Doctor?" he growled. "I've never done something like this before Ivan," "As I've said lemme teach you," and with that Ivan gently pressed his lips against mine. His soft lips against mine drew me into an emotion, a feeling I've tried so hard to ignore. His right hand glided down to my ass gripping it hard causing me to groan at such a sensation. "I want to taste your dick, Doctor," he whispered, his baritone singing in my ear. "Ivan," I mumbled breathlessly. "You will let me? Right?" he questioned sinking onto his knees. Oh, God. I gulped as I stared down at the dominating man who kneeled before me. His gorgeous green eyes stared at me while his hands made their way to my zipper. "Ivan," I warned again. "Dah, Lisichka?"