Nadia Washington spent majority of her life in an overly strict household, being the last child, her parents wanted to protect her from the world and keep her home as long as possible. One day, Nadia decides that she no longer wants to live that life. She wants to be free, experience the world, and make her own choices. So, she packs her bags and moves to New York to live with her sister, Celine. Nadia hopes in doing so, she'll be able to discover herself and experience things in life that she has missed out on. Hunter Reece is the starting Quarterback for the New York Giants, chasing a Super Bowl ring. After a tough Super Bowl loss which resulted in what he calls a "failed rookie season", he decided that he needs to block out distractions as they are what's keeping him from his goal. From that moment on, he lived and breathed football. Hunter has made it clear he wasn't looking for romance. However, love can come at you at the most unexpected of times and he's about to find out just that. ⚠️ Mature Audiences Only ⚠️ -------- Highest ranking: #2 Romance Highest ranking: #1 General Fiction (09/13/18) ----------------- © 2018 Summerdreamin / N.A. Mills All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author, except as provided by U.S.A. copyright law.

//Please note this story is under heavy construction! Read at your own risk.// If you look for perfection, you'll never be content. ~Leo Tolstoy . . . . . . . A flower is to be always beautiful lest it is cast away. A flower is to be innocent and pure. Delicate in nature, ever to bring squinting smiles to those around. A flower is perfect. Always perfect. She was the perfect embodiment of a flower. Her name, Iris. A thorn is sharp like a knight's blade. It inflicts pain and draws blood if one dares to get close. A thorn protects a flower from the wickedness of the world. A thorn is attached to the king, ever guarding. He was the perfect embodiment of a thorn. His name, Luca. She was an iris in no need of a thorn and he was a thorn in no need of a delicate iris. Thrust together by an arranged marriage, the unlikely pair, the thorn, and the flower must now find a way to co-inhabit in the same garden. Bracing the strength of the winter, will their love and companionship last for the spring season or will the cold betrayal of a parasitic orchid, the overflowing herbicide of lies and the perfect perfection of the Iris trample the delicate budding bloom of their affairs of the heart?

‘Black excellence.’ Rose. Black. Twenty-two. Recent college graduate. Raphael. Greek. Twenty-nine. Extremely good-looking, wealthy and – most of all – cold. What was it? A compromis? An arrangement? More like blackmail. And now that he has her, will this relationship remain more like a deal? Or will actual feelings get involved? “I expect you to let me kiss you when I want. You don’t decline,” he demanded and took a few steps to the corner she stood in. He placed his hands next to her, really cornering her. His voice was hoarse and full of authority, and Rose almost felt herself giving in. “Do you understand?” She raised her eyebrow and cocked her head to the side a bit, challenging him. “Do… you… understand?” his lips brushed against hers with every word he said. She had the urge to just kiss him but as she had told herself not to, she turned her head so his lips were now on her cheek. “This is not part of the arrangement.” “Then I’ll make it one from now on,” he retorted and held her face by her cheeks with one hand, forcing her to look at him. “You can’t,” she mumbled as it was hard for her to speak with his hand like that. “I can. If you don’t agree, you can leave.” She stared into his green eyes as she thought about leaving. She knew she was going to get hurt if she’d stay but she didn’t want her entire family to get hurt either. He let go of her face and crushed his lips onto hers. By now he had pressed his body completely on to hers and Rose felt her body heating up again. Raphael wasn’t gentle during the kiss at all but he wasn’t harmful either. He was dominant and left no room for her to take control of what was happening in that elevator. SEXUAL CONTENT!

A Recipe for a Disaster Serving 6 Ingredients: 1 lb. Brute of a Sinfully Gorgeous Boss 1 lb. Shy Beautiful Broken Waitress 2 tbsp. Gorgeous Matchmaking Sister 1 1/4 tsp. of Dreamy Crush 1 cup of Sassy Best Friend 1 bowl of Melted Chocolate Method: Add Brute of a Boss and Broken Waitress to a large bowl together with a bowl of warm molten Chocolate. Stir well before adding Matchmaking Sister to the mixture. Heat one cup of Best Friend in a saucepan before drizzling over the mixture and again, stir well. Finally, for a burst of flavor garnish with a 1/4 cup of Crush. Do enjoy! --------★ UNEDITTED ˙˙˙˙˙˙ Highest Rank: #1 in Romance - 10/08/22 Highest Rank: #2 in General Fiction - 21/05/17 All Rights Reserved.

Nicole Hamblen was your typical 21 year old college student. She received good grades, came from a wonderful family, and had a kick ass best friend named Tracy. But she struggled with self esteem issues and thought she would never find love. Until one day her night in shining armor appeared. Only problem is, she is black and he is white. Oh poor Nicole. What will you do.

Now available on Amazon! Please support ❤️ Nothing More, Nothing Less https://a.co/d/2Dy3D76 A Series of Complications. Book 1: Nothing More, Nothing Less : Love, Sex, and Commitment.

Nuri Hart thought she had escaped all the drama that plagued her in the past, yet here she was caught up in something too close for comfort. When Nathaniel came into her life, she thought his advances were merely an infatuation and she entertained him. Now she is left wondering why she has captured the attentions of such powerful man. Who is he exactly? Why does he want her? Just. . . Why?

THIS STORY IS CURRENTLY BEING EDITED. . . MIND YOURSELF. Nathanial King moved to Savoie, Louisiana to deal with his broken heart. He needed closure. With all the resources at his feet, he knew that building the pol-dunk town into something respectable would be easier than breathing. In and out no big deal...than he saw her across the way and decided right than and there that he would lay roots and build something with her. Convinced that he dreamed her up, the CEO of King Industries set out to claim what is right fully his. {interracial romance with black woman, white man} This story will be told through Nathanial King's point of view. WARNING THIS STORY INVOLVES ADULT SITUATIONS. [Savoie, Louisiana is a fictional town in Northern Louisiana.]

Leila is a young and sexy magazine editor. Open minded and accepting of everything and everyone. She loves diversity, and she tries her best to surround herself with people that maintain that same value. Then she meets Nathaniel Harrington. Nathaniel Harrington is the hometown boy, sort of. All his life his parents have told him to stay away from people that look different than him. And that's exactly what he did, he surrounded himself with people that looked like him and think like him, except for his cousin Mike, also his best friend and who enjoys everyone and everything. When Nathaniel meets Leila, naturally he wish to stay away from her, she isn't like hm; yet he cant. Can Nathaniel forget about his parents instilled values and find his Own? Will he learn that no one is really that different?

A private man with a once broken heart, Nathaniel has found solace in Nuri Hart's steady yet quirky ways. He wants her, despite everything coming to take her away from him, and he will stop short of nothing to keep her at his side. In her he sees hope of something he thought he could never have. Nuri is no longer running from the man who is desperate to have her. Being truly honest with herself, there is a desperation with in herself to be with him. Her past has sent her into solitude, and his gentle unwavering touch has brought her out of her shell. He makes her want to live again. When they are laid bare for the other to see, the truth set many things free. Will matters of the past devastate matters of the heart?