Brie Evan: -She is 5'6 -She is 23 years old -She is 375 pounds -She is shy -She is a maid -She was fired from her previous job and now is looking for a new job Marcello Moretti: -He is 6'5 -He is 29 years old -He is Italian -He is confident -He is the Don of the Italian mafia -He is in need of a new maid before going back to Italy My cover is made by Canva! Thank you for taking the time to read my book! This is a mature book so that includes violence, sex scenes (18+), and explicit language. Highest Rankings: #1- curvygirl #1- bbw #19- plus size #11- maid #88- steamy #115- kinky #340- mafia

𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡, 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟.

He licked his lips, his focus on the confection. "I want a bite." She smirked. "You can make your own." He looked up into her dark eyes, made light by the fire's glow. He flexed his fingers, one hand finding the soft flesh of her ass, the other her waist. "I don't want my own. I want yours." ________ Desperate for money to protect her incarcerated brother, Penelope Georgia decides to become a surrogate. She's declined by a traditional agency because she's never had a child before. She discovers another avenue without that requirement that also happens to pay better. Unique, however, to most surrogate contracts, the Rogans require Penelope to not only provide the egg and take the child to term, but also that the child must be conceived naturally. With the promise of cash upfront, she agrees to the terms. What she wasn't expecting was an inconvenient attraction to Mr. Rogan that only grows as they embark on the journey to conceive a child for his wife. She's quickly pulled into the couple's dysfunctional relationship while also navigating a lot of firsts for herself. By the time she regrets her decisions, she's in way too far over her head. The last thing she needs to find out is that Mr. Rogan's course mannerisms with her and long absences are because he returns her affections. Further interaction between the two quickly becomes a slippery slope between fulfilling their obligation and crossing a thin line. ___________ So, if you couldn't tell from the description, this story is going to be messy as hell; BUT, this is the one you all voted on LOL! So I'm blaming it on you!! (hehe) (COMPLETE)

𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘. " A rare and nearly obsolete word meaning 'the act of loving in return' or 'loving someone in the same degree'. " 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐄. (not edited).

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.

Triggers: Yearning, violence, obsession, tested intelligence His hands. The thing she hated most was when she started craving his touch. She'd would even go so far to admit that she worshipped his hands. Cruel and bloodied as they'd always be, she loved when he touched her with them. And no, the marks on her necks were never from his hands but only from his lips, his teeth. The hungry way he took her, completely sober and focused on wanting for her to feel pleasure couldn't compare to any drink or drug she could try to drown herself in. It was there when he'd brush the hair out of her face, or gently rest his hands on any part of her. Worshipping, adoring, owning her. It was intoxicating yet, in a twisted way, so sobering. She was no fool. She knew this was all a sickness. More than a rented whore, and less than a wedded wife. A being he possessed with passion but on whim could deny it all and leave stranded. It was a vicious predicament. And yet, she accepted that she let it happen.

For the past five years, I've loved him from afar. He became my awakening. My escape. Being the daughter of a serial killer has never been unicorns and rainbows. I've hidden in the sea of criminals from a young age, waiting to strike at the perfect moment. Not only to catch his attention, but also bring down my father for his sins. That is until my life takes a wild turn. New darkness embraces me. I must decide if my soul is worth saving. ╔═.✵.══════════╗ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𖧷 This is a light dark romance that handles some dark themes. Please proceed with caution and read all tropes and triggers in part iii. 𖧷 This book has only had minor edits. It may still contain errors and mistakes. There is a new version on Radish. Only the first half on Wattpad is the new version. The second half is coming soon. 𖧷 This book will have rewrites one day and will contain further background story. ╚══════════.✵.═╝

" 𝐒𝐎 𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐃? " " 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐎 𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐁 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓 , 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐓?"

" 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤" 𝐁𝐲 𝐊𝟒𝐒𝐇𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐘