Armani Campbell has everything a woman is supposed to want- a powerful husband, luxury at her fingertips, two beautiful children, and a reputation polished to perfection. But behind the immaculate marriage and Upper East Side smile lies a suffocating truth: Armani is starving. For desire. For danger. For a kind of pleasure her husband, Michael, has never been able to give. When a chance encounter pulls her back into the orbit of Messiah Grey- the magnetic, brutally disciplined CEO who reads her body better than any man ever has- Armani steps willingly into a world she's spent years pretending she didn't crave. A world of silk restraints, whispered commands, and the kind of submission that feels like freedom. But double lives have consequences. As Armani falls deeper into Messiah's arms and under his control, Michael feels her slipping away- and the man who once took her loyalty for granted begins to unravel with jealousy, suspicion, and a dark need of his own. Caught between the man she built a life with and the man who awakens every forbidden part of her, Armani must confront the truth she's buried for six long years: Pleasure has a price. And the cost may be her marriage, her family... or her heart. A sensual, explosive journey of temptation, power, and the dangerous freedom found in surrender, The Price of Pleasure is a story for readers who crave heat, emotional depth, and a heroine bold enough to chase the desires society tells her to deny.

He leaned back, looking at her face again before his fingers slid under her chin, lifting it so she had no choice but to meet his eyes. "You love me." He said, shaking his head in mock sympathy. "& that's the most reckless thing you could've ever done." His grip tightened slightly under her jaw, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to remind her that he could. His thumb grazed her jaw, slower this time, respectful. "Love doesn't make me weak, baby. It makes me more dangerous. Because I love you back, meaning I now have something to lose." He leaned in until his lips hovered just above hers, their breath mingling. "& I don't like that. Not having shit to lose is what kept me untouchable, now I got a weakness & now we gotta die holding hands because you ain't doing this shit without me & I ain't doing it without you. So, Naytiri, you sure you wanna bleed for me?"

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MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING!! A DARK ROMANCE STORY What do you call it when you fiend for something so much that it's all that runs through your mind twenty-four seven. When the thought of someone else having it in their possession besides you causes you to go insane. So much that you want to lock it away and hide the key because no one would ever be able to get to them but only you? What do you do when that something is a person? Some may call it love but to a certain extend it's an Obsession. NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. ©2015 All Rights Reserved to FreckFrack

In the deep sticks of a small town in Mississippi , two teenagers meet and fall in love over the summer . But One day he leaves no "bye" no "see you later" just gone vanishing within the night , Leaving Sevyn heartbroken . Seven summers later , they meet again . He's older now and so is she . She's a Registered nurse and he's a music producer whose lives were about to change within an instant .

The Rose that Grew in Evergreen is a cautionary tale of love, loyalty, and survival. It follows twenty-four-year-old nursing student Makayla "Kay" Rose Allen and twenty-eight-year-old Christopher "Chris" Maurice Brown, a notorious drug dealer, as they navigate life and finding love within the concrete borders of the Evergreen Gardens Housing Development. Kay's dream has always been to escape Evergreen and build a life untouched by its chaos. But when her world changes overnight, she begins to wonder if she was ever meant to leave... or if the roots she'd planted were already too deep. "They say nothing good ever grows in Evergreen Gardens... well they just ain't ever seen what bloomed through its cracks..."