Zola West thought keeping her head down and running numbers for a Miami nightclub would be enough to survive. But when secrets surface and money goes missing, she finds herself face-to-face with the Bratva-and the ruthless man behind it all. Nikolai Malakhov doesn't tolerate betrayal, but there's something about the sharp-mouthed accountant that makes him hesitate. Now she's in his world, on his payroll, and under his control. The numbers don't lie. But Zola does-and it might cost her everything. A dark, addictive story of power, obsession, and survival.

It was simple. He need a wife and I needed protection from a crazy stalker ex boyfriend. Now there is no going back. I'm his wife now and he is my husband His Donna. My Don. * * * * "I will burn this whole fucking city down if i have to," he declared. I snake my arms around his neck as his hands found their rightful place on my ass. "Do you promise?"

Joelle Jordan is just trying to survive university and her life at home. Bryce Valentine is trying to survive everyone else. Projected first-round NFL draft pick. Campus celebrity. The most watched college athlete in the country. When the two strike a deal to trade study sessions for Bryce and personal training sessions for Joelle's little brother, everything seems simple enough. Then Bryce crosses the line. Now Joelle is trying to navigate a boy who is emotionally repressed, touch-starved, obsessively devoted, and surrounded by more pressure than any twenty-year-old should have to carry. Add the coaches, media attention, NIL deals, scouts, photo shoots, and Bryce's oppressive father. The pressure that comes with being attached to Bryce Valentine is something Joelle is not equipped for. Especially when she starts getting a little too comfortable with the fact that Bryce can't seem to leave her alone.

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

Recently moving to the west coast, Daniela Parker expected a shift when moving with her mother and brother to Los Angeles. Daniela didn't think she had anything to worry about since her brother is an A+ student, and she stayed out of people's business. But when a known gangster, Enrique González, put his eyes on her, she had trouble avoiding the charming brown-eyed man with a background of violence. *black female lead and latino male lead* #1 in the U.S 4/25/25

WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT!! A story in which a woman is married off to a war general who leaves for a five year war. When he comes back he is nothing like the man she met all those years ago. Unedited

Egypt Mitchell is a Famous Singer/Songwriter, who is the mother of a 4 year old, named Saint. Saint is beginning to get more and more curious about his father, Fortune. He even believes that his dad will come and they will be one big happy family. But that's easier said than done. Fortune Kingston is a NBA player and has a life of his own with his "girlfriend" Aria. He begins to put everything in perspective when he finds out he has a son. Read to find out how this story unfolds.❤️ ~Impressive Rankings~ #1 songwriter 12/25/20 #1 melanin 12/29/20 #1 basketball 1/4/21 #1 nba 1/4/21 #1 famous 1/5/21 #1 african american 1/12/21 #1 urban romance 1/22/21 #1 black woman 1/28/29 #2 urban story 12/29/20 #2 fashion 1/7/21

She was hired to care for his children, not capture his heart. Imani Blake thought she was just a temporary babysitter-just a curvy, quiet 22-year-old doing her job and staying out of trouble. She didn't expect her boss to be Massimo Rossetti, the cold, dangerous, and devastatingly gorgeous head of the Italian mafia. He didn't want a babysitter. He didn't want her smile, her softness, or the way she made his broken sons laugh. And he definitely didn't want to feel something for her. But some things-like fate, lust, and love-can't be controlled. And once Massimo decides Imani is his, nothing and no one-not her innocence, not her fear, not the blood in his world-can stop him from claiming her. Even if it means war Teaser: Watching her try to move was the sexiest fucking thing I'd ever seen. She lifted her hips awkwardly, dropped down with a soft moan. I groaned, tightening my grip. "Just like that. Keep going." Her hands clutched my chest, nails digging into my skin. Her movements were unsure-slow, stuttering, but so goddamn raw. Pure. And then she found the right angle. She gasped. "Oh-right there," she whimpered. "There?" I asked, thrusting up a little. "You mean here?" She screamed. Fuck. I did it again. Her thighs shook. "You gonna come for me, baby?" I whispered against her mouth. "I-I don't know," she cried out. And then- Her body jerked, legs trembling as she squirted all over me. Eyes wide, mouth open in shock. "Oh my God," she gasped, covering her face. She tried to pull away. "Did I just-?" "Yes," I growled, flipping her onto her back. "And you're gonna do it again."

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