Sade winters working her normal job at the bakery finishing up last touches late at night but what happens when a gun shot pulls her out her thoughts Roman Petrov a professional assassin getting to get rid of a target he's been assigned to kill But what happens when he comes in contact With a red headed women

"Let me whisper your name my sweet Birdie and feel your soft feathers brush against my skin" ~~~~~~~~~ The candlelight was dancing around his skin now, too, as he stood there, still shirtless, exposing all of those muscles that she'd licked down and kissed up so much since the middle of May. Those were the same muscles she'd had countless wet dreams and day dreams about when she'd been locked up. Amusement had Carmen giggling as she thought to herself, And look at us now. Well, whaddya think?" Carmen asked, arms spread as she turned in a slow circle for him. Chance let out a low whistle that had her skin burning, and god, his voice was so gravely and even deeper than usual. A shiver slid down her spine as he said, "Bend over." As she planted her feet on the carpet, legs closed, she did as he requested. As her fingers brushed the carpet, she looked down at them, took in how they were shaking with excitement before she turned her head over her right shoulder so she could see his expression. She was glad she did. With the way that her boyfriend's face was twisted up, if she didn't know him, she'd have thought that he was grimacing in pain, not raw need. "I think I'm the luckiest fucking man on the face of the earth," He all but growled, eating up the distance between them in a few long and hurried strides. ~*~ You could say that Carmen and Chance are... pen pals. His momma calls her Birdie. After Wesley, a mutual friend between the pair, recommends that Carmen reach out to a skeptical Chance, a friendship blooms into much more. COPYRIGHT 2016-2026 to _macc_ I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO REDISTRIBUTE MY INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY TO ANYONE OR ON ANY SITE

And she fell in love with the darkness, so much, that she became darkness itself Started Aug 9, 2019 Finished December 15, 2022

BLACK WOMEN MC DISCLAIMER: This book contains explicit content and mature themes intended for readers aged 18 and over. It is not a traditional romance, but rather a deeply complex and dark exploration of a toxic relationship. The characters' dynamics involve intense emotional manipulation, power struggles, and actions that may be triggering to some readers. Please be advised that this story delves into themes that are explicit, emotionally charged, and may not be suitable for all audiences. Proceed with caution. "Tell me again how you don't want me," he whispers, dragging his lips down her neck. "Say it under oath, and I might even believe you." Jasmine Taylor doesn't lose. Not in the courtroom, not in life. At just twenty-six, she's built an ironclad reputation: fierce, brilliant, and unshakably professional. But when she's assigned the biggest case of her career-defending Dimitri Alekseev, a dangerously alluring Russian immigrant accused of murder-her world begins to crack. Dimitri isn't just a suspect. He's a problem. Tall, tattooed, and terrifyingly unreadable, with ties to a powerful family the law doesn't dare touch. The evidence against him is overwhelming. The press wants him buried. And deep down, Jasmine suspects the whispers are true. But the more time she spends with him, the harder it becomes to separate fact from instinct. Because beneath his cold exterior is something intoxicating. Calculated charm. Raw heat. And secrets whispered in the dark. As the trial barrels forward, Jasmine finds herself pulled into his world-one filled with shadows, blood ties, and undeniable temptation. The closer she gets to the truth, the more she risks not just her career, but her safety... and her soul. What happens when the woman who always plays by the rules falls for the man who was born to break them?

A tale in which a shy rookie quarterback falls in love with the cheery daycare worker.

"Let me eat this pussy, ma." ♧👻♧

She just looked up at me, breath catching in her throat, eyes wide and wet beneath the streetlight. The pink of her dress shimmered under the glow, her skin gleaming like bronze polished by heat and defiance. "You want to dance drunk in some stranger's hands?" I demanded, jaw tight. "Fine. Just say it." She stared at me. Furious. Flushed. Shaking. Then she whispered, "Why does it matter so much?" I didn't answer. Couldn't. Because the truth would've ripped open everything. So it came out before I could stop it-low, guttural, the sound of something breaking free. "Because you're not theirs." She froze. And then... she stepped closer. Just a breath. Just a whisper of space left between us. "Then kiss me," she said, voice soft but certain. "You always stop. You always pull away. You tell me you notice me. That you protect me. But you never kiss me." She looked up at me, trembling. "So kiss me. Or let me go." I didn't move. Not for a heartbeat. Not for five. Because I knew what would happen once I did. There would be no turning back. Not for her. Not for me. She looked like sin and sweetness wrapped in fire and I'd already gone too long pretending I didn't want to burn. So I moved. One hand slid to her waist, dragging her closer. The other tangled in the back of her curls, angling her mouth to mine. And then I kissed her. God, I kissed her. Like she was the only source of oxygen left in the world. Like her lips were something I could consume. Like kissing her could fix every cracked, corrupted thing inside me. It wasn't gentle. It was possession. Teeth, tongue, breathless heat and broken restraint. Her mouth opened under mine. I took advantage tasting rum, rebellion and something so soft I nearly lost my balance. Her fingers gripped my jacket like she was afraid I'd disappear if she let go.She moaned into me. That sound soft, desperate, mine shot straight to the center of my chest. I deepened the kiss, groaning as her body arched into mine,

Harmony Jordan is a sweet-natured, carefree sophomore with a heart too big for her own good. At twenty years old, she's just trying to survive college, keep her grades up, and avoid the chaos that seems to follow her two best friends. But one rainy morning changes everything. While taking an unfamiliar shortcut through the woods, Harmony stumbles upon a wounded man-tall, terrifying, and barely conscious. Against every instinct, she helps him. Nurses him. Hides him. And unknowingly brings a monster into her home. Eros Varric is no ordinary man. He's the last surviving Lycan King, feared for centuries, lost to time and legend. Cold, merciless, and shaped by war, he awakens in the care of a fragile human girl... and realizes something that shatters his world: She's his mate. Bound by fate and ancient magic, Harmony is everything Eros never wanted-but everything his soul craves. As he heals, danger stirs. Old enemies resurface. And the quiet life Harmony once knew is swallowed whole by a world of secrets, pack politics, and creatures that go bump in the night. Now hunted and claimed, Harmony must decide: will she run from the beast in her bed-or rise beside the king who would burn the world for her?

Harmony thought her reign as Queen of the Lycan Kingdom was nothing more than a dream - a vivid world conjured while she lay unconscious in a hospital bed. But when shadows with dark violet eyes begin to stir in the waking world, she realizes that what she lived was not fantasy, but memory. The veil between realms has thinned, and new enemies, much older than the council, start to rise. Now torn between her human life and the world of crowns and wolves, Harmony must protect the people she loves while unraveling the mystery of why she was brought back. Eros - the mate she once ruled beside - haunts her dreams with warnings of war, and whispers of traitors suggest that the Council's reach extends beyond the kingdom she left behind. As shadows walk freely between worlds, Harmony will be forced to choose: return to the throne and embrace the power of the Old Queen once more, or risk both realms collapsing into ruin. But this time, the war will not be fought in dreams alone. "This book is not a stand alone! You must read Harmony of the Moon first"

At twenty, Melody Sinclair is a quiet, gifted ballerina with few friends and too many bullies. Ballet is her escape-until her instructor's sudden accident brings in He Yu Zhang, a mysterious, celebrated dancer with a gaze that lingers too long. What Melody doesn't know is that He Yu has been watching her for months, studying her every move from just across the street. To him, she is perfection-and he will do anything to have her. As he pulls her deeper into his world, Melody mistakes obsession for protection...until she realizes the most dangerous stage is the one he's set for her.