"The Underground Fighter and His Childhood Best Friend" ❦ Sasha "Kayo" Sokolov is a Russian fighter who was sent to America at a young age. One day, he met a young girl by the name of Everleigh Wilson, who taught him how to speak English, and helped him with his studies. They bonded so easily and became the best of friends. Years passed, and Sasha disappeared. Everleigh had to go on with life without her best friend. Until one lonely night when she saw the one man she loved more than anything beating another man to death. - "What happened to the boy I used to know?" she questioned, shutting her eyes at the feel of his hand traveling up her dress. He was so close to her throbbing core, and she hated how much she wanted him to touch her, enter her, ruin her. Sasha smirked sadistically. "He's gone, kitten. And he's never coming back." ❦ 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.

NOW AVAILABLE IN PAPERBACK! This story follows the lives of two prestigious Northern families-one that earned its place, and one that can't afford to lose it. Salma Babajo-skillfully veiled, conflicted, and fiercely proud-has always idolized her father. But he lives by one rule: if you burn the midnight oil to secure something, you hold onto it by hook or by crook. Salma wears her last name like a badge, oblivious to the cracks beneath; until the secrets start to surface. Kabir Yabo is everything Salma is not-reserved, steady, and willing to bend to societal expectations. He tiptoes through life, careful not to step out of line. They have nothing in common... except for a fate neither of them sees coming. But what happens when the perfect son collides with the girl who plays by her own rules? And when what's expected threatens to overpower what's real? Will they fight to protect the illusion they were raised to uphold-or risk everything for a love that was never part of the plan?

"An exciting sexy compromise full of pleasure, and this was such a pleasure to read!" - KitKatZhang "Two broken people trying to mend their pasts, blinded by lust and love. They find each other by chance -or rather a roommate ad online.The perfect combination of passion and promises. 10/10 would read again." - unconsciouslyReading Adventurous, lustful, comical, just an all around amazing book that took you for a roller coaster ride. Of all the books I've read, so far this is my favorite. Highly Recommended!!! - Ellie_Mad1son **** "You really don't like me, huh?" I crossed my arms when I finally saw him on the threshold. "I don't have to like you. I need your money to pay the bills and that's it. For all I care, we can be perfect strangers." He laughed. "So much hatred coming from a shy nerd ..." "So much smugness coming from a boy whose living arrangement is in my hands ..." Lukas raised his hands in mock surrender. "Touché." He laughed. "Man, are you feisty ..." "Maybe I'm in a bad mood." "My fault?" I arched an eyebrow at him. "You tell me, you're the one that basically broke into my house." "Hey, I knocked. You didn't hear me." "That's when you wait, and knock again, Sherlock." I scoffed. Lukas smirked smugly, his eyes once again raking over my full frame. "Didn't know I'd find you naked, sweetheart. In that case I wouldn't have even knocked ..." 🔥🔥🔥 You can review Roommates with Benefits on Goodreads!

"The Mob Boss and His Sister's Best Friend" Riley Owens, the innocent, and beautiful girl who had always been smart and caring. She has always had a great life especially when she had met her bestfriend from elementary school, Amara Christiano. Amara was always there for her and told her everything, except one secret she vowed to always keep-her brother. Stephano Christiano, the man Amara has been running away from, has returned for revenge. In hopes for killing the girl he despises most, he is struck by the waitress beauty-Riley, causing all his plans to suddenly turn. • "Don't lie to me, Baby. I know things- things that will f*ck up that little, innocent mind you have," He calmly spoke, although it only masked the anger he truly felt. "I-I'm not, I promise!" She pleaded out, hoping he caught the desperation in her voice. His hand reached up and wiped a tear from her eye she didn't know had fell. "Strip." Cliché? I think not. - ➳ AVAILABLE ON DREAME ➳ Sexual Content ➳ Graphic Violence ➳ Bad use of language #3 in romance ❧ 8/13/17 This book is in English, sorry if it confused anyone.

Although no one knew it, Desire was struggling. It was highly unbelievable because as a top worker in one of Lagos' most exclusive and influential night clubs, she was making thousands every night. All her other friends were living large, and building houses, so why couldn't she? Her father had died five years ago, leaving them drowning in a sea of debt. Her mother was sick, and couldn't do anything, so from an early age Desire had had to wear the mantle of responsibility. A twenty six million naira debt was on her neck, and for five years, Desire had consistently been paying it off; while simultaneously keeping a roof over her mother's head, and saving up money for school. Salvation came at last; but in form of the hardest, most handsome man she had ever laid eyes upon? General Babalola Halal. He was offering five million Naira for a whole month of exclusive sex. Pure, undiluted gratification. It was her job, and this offer was coming on a platter of gold. Even more tempting was the fact that it was the exact amount needed to be free of her father's debt. Completely. But he was hard, and demanding, and excruciatingly virile. Accepting this posed a risk far greater than millions. The stark reality of losing everything she stood for, and gaining nothing in return because a man like this never gave anything of himself. He was rich, five million Naira meant nothing to him. But she knew what she was getting into, she knew how addictive his touch was, and how hard it was to stay sane around him. Could she do this? Was losing her sanity a price she was willing to pay?

Jolade Samira Olukoya is a diplomat, calm, composed, and unshakable. In the halls of power, her authority is absolute, her fire measured reserved for those who truly deserve it. She moves through political rooms with precision, respected, formidable, untouchable. Khalifa Jalal AlThani-K.J.A-is the North incarnate: a man whose influence bends nations, who decides outcomes without lifting a finger, and whose name alone commands fear. Kingmaker, president-maker, untouchable, above the law ,he is a force the world quietly obeys. She sees him as distant. A figure of fear, a man whose reputation precedes him. He does not speak much. He does not reveal his intentions. To her, he is untouchable. But beneath his restraint, he is captivated. Every step she takes, every word she utters, every detail of her presence claims him silently, completely. He watches without acknowledgment, controls his obsession with precision, and waits. When the calm authority of a Yoruba diplomat collides with the silent, overwhelming power of a Hausa titan, the result is inevitable: a dangerous tension, unspoken attraction, and a collision of worlds neither can ignore. In a story of power, restraint, obsession, and forbidden attraction, she may have immunity but he holds the North. let's watch their love fight against all cultural odds he calls her "My West" and she calls him "My North" HIS WEST, HER NORTH.

--- When Kings Burn 🔥 In Owerri, two kings rule from opposite empires. Chidi Nwokorie, the flawless real estate mogul who builds dreams for the wealthy. Ifeanyi Okafor, the ruthless tech genius who turns power into profit. They should hate each other - and they do. Until a moment of weakness turns to fire, and fire turns to sin. Now, every glance burns, every touch betrays. And when the city begins to whisper about the two men who were never supposed to fall, they'll learn that in a world built on pride and fear, love can turn even kings to ash. --- 🌆 A slowburn Nigerian romance about power, pride, and the price of forbidden love. 🔥 Enemies to lovers • CEOs • Public scandal • Slowburn tension 💔 When kings burn, hearts do too.

Jadelola Adebayo. She wasn't royalty. She wasn't billionaire-born. But she was brilliant with her hands, her designs slipping across Lagos society like silk - literally. She told herself it was only business. She told herself she would present the sketches, bow politely, and leave. But destiny has a way of rearranging careful plans. Because somewhere in the palace, descending from his own convoy with the slow arrogance of a man who had never been denied, was Prince Damilola Damien Adediran. And when his path collided with hers, Lagos itself seemed to pause. The city would remember their story. The blogs would feast on whispers of it. But in this moment, the world had no idea. All that existed was the dangerous pull between a woman who thought herself safe within marriage, and the Prince who had already chosen her - the one he would name Arike. She scowled, though her pulse betrayed her. "I told you before. I'm married. I don't belong to you." He stepped closer, closing the distance in unhurried strides until her back grazed the wall. His hand lifted, not touching, just hovering by her cheek. "Say it again, Arike. Louder this time. Maybe then I'll believe you." Her breath caught. "You're shameless." "Mm." His grin widened, vulgar and beautiful all at once. "Shameless enough to imagine what your lips taste like when you're angry. Shameless enough to want to hear you gasp my name the way you're gasping now." "Stop." Her palms pressed against his chest. Firm muscle beneath the fabric. Too warm. Too alive. He groaned, deep and rough, the sound vibrating under her touch. "Every time you touch me, Arike, you make it worse. Do you know that?" "I'm not-" she stammered, but he cut her off, voice dipping lower. "You think I don't see the way your pulse jumps when I look at you? The way you bite your lip when you're trying to hold back? Don't lie to me, ìfé mi. Your body betrays you

Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by keeping a low profile. She don't get 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 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, beg, or 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.