Moscow, 1960. Stuck in a Cold War she never chose, Nairobi came to Patrice Lumumba University on one of the first African scholarships. She studied hard. Learned the snow. Learned to be unseen. After graduation the state hospitals wouldn't hire her. But luck always found her. She was offered a job at a private hospital instead. Midwife. Everything wasn't perfect, but it was in order. Until he walked in. Kaida Romanov. Tall. Dark. Like a dark horse that didn't need permission from anyone. She's a midwife. He's a rich ex-war soldier. He came in with blood on his coat and orders in his voice. He stayed because of her. It's 1960. It's forbidden. Race. Politics. Rank. Everything said stay away. But he isn't letting go. And she doesn't want him to.

"You are my sister," Louise said. "We share blood," Lucy replied. "That does not change who we are." Cast out by the family who called her mother a mistake and her own existence a burden, Louise has nothing left to lose, until Sebastian Warrington risks everything to prove her wrong. "And yet you stood by," she said, her voice catching, "while my people were spoken of as though they were nothing. I stood outside your father's study three nights ago. I heard what he said, and I heard you answer him. I heard him call people like me chattel and I heard you argue with him for the better part of an hour." Sebastian's grip on her hand tightened. "You spoke well," Louise continued. "You said all the right things," Louise whispered. "But I have spent my whole life listening to men say the right things when they believe no one is listening, only to change their principles when those principles become inconvenient." Her voice trembled. "So tell me, Sebastian. If I am truly the woman you claim to love, what happens the next time your father asks you to choose between me and your name?" Sebastian did not pull away. "I choose you." Louise looked up. "You cannot say that so easily." "I am not saying it easily." His voice was quiet, but there was no hesitation in it. "I have spent years allowing duty, reputation, and expectation to dictate every important decision in my life. I told myself that sacrifice was honourable simply because it was expected of me." He shook his head. "But I will not sacrifice you." Louise's eyes filled with tears. "What if it costs you your title?" "Then it costs me my title." "What if your father turns against you?" "Then I will live with his anger." "What if society turns against you?" Sebastian gave a faint, humourless smile. "Then society may do what it pleases."

Born in the idyllic coastal town of Portofino, Italy, Jayda Jones always stood out-not just for her melanin-rich skin in a sea of sameness, but for the bond she shared with the enigmatic Potenza brothers, sons of a powerful Mafia patriarch. Giuseppe, her birthday twin and childhood best friend, gave her a sense of belonging. Mednoso, the older brother, kept his distance-but never stopped watching over her. Everything changed on their shared 16th birthday when the Potenzas abruptly moved to New York City, shattering the closeness she had with Giuseppe. Two years later, Jayda's family followed, chasing her brother's soccer dreams-but the silence between the two families remained unbroken. Now 22, Jayda's path crosses with the past she thought she left behind. But after years of distance, buried tension, and unspoken truths-can they rediscover what was lost, or is some history too tangled to rewrite?

This is the much anticipated sequel to Ravenswood. Isla has returned, but how? Will Paxton and Grey be happy to see her or will the trauma of losing her in the first place be too much to overcome? Read to find out if the trio gets their happily ever after or if more sinister characters are lying in the shadows waiting to attack.

Joelle Jordan is just trying to survive university and her life at home. Bryce Valentine is trying to survive everyone else. Projected first-round NFL draft pick. Campus celebrity. The most watched college athlete in the country. When the two strike a deal to trade study sessions for Bryce and personal training sessions for Joelle's little brother, everything seems simple enough. Then Bryce crosses the line. Now Joelle is trying to navigate a boy who is emotionally repressed, touch-starved, obsessively devoted, and surrounded by more pressure than any twenty-year-old should have to carry. Add the coaches, media attention, NIL deals, scouts, photo shoots, and Bryce's oppressive father. The pressure that comes with being attached to Bryce Valentine is something Joelle is not equipped for. Especially when she starts getting a little too comfortable with the fact that Bryce can't seem to leave her alone. [[Disclaimer: This story is comprised of drafts that have not been heavily edited]]

Being beautiful can also be a curse.

They were supposed to be over. She's a beautiful Black model who knows how to command attention everywhere she goes. He's a tattooed white boxer with a rough reputation, a short temper, and a heart he only ever seemed to give to her. Their relationship was passionate, messy, and impossible to forget. They broke up after too many arguments, too much jealousy, and secrets neither of them wanted to admit. They promised themselves they would move on. But moving on was easier said than done. No matter how much time passes, they keep finding their way back to each other. A late-night phone call turns into an argument. An argument turns into old memories. And old memories remind them of why they fell in love in the first place. They know they're toxic together. They know they hurt each other. But somehow, they still can't stay away. Because sometimes the hardest person to let go of is the person you never truly stopped loving.

"How do I make you feel?" His fingers trailed over my thigh etching closer to the heat that hummed for him. "Nauseous" I lied He saw right through me,my very being was laid bare before him. "Such a pretty little liar" he leaned closer,the cool metal of his ring grazing my skin,I was soaked. He got up stretching slightly to reveal his lean tatted stomach and a hint of his briefs What a prick He knew I was watching,that asshole knew I couldn't tear my eyes away from the print He was hard for me and I couldn't do a damn thing about it,I refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing that I yearned for him BWWM

In the mist of Louisiana bayou and New Orleans, Tabhita "Tabby" Evergreen has grown into a witch of formidable power. Orphaned at twelve after vampires slaughtered her parents, Tabby was taken in by Madame Dubé, a voodoo priestess whose teachings of ancestral magic shaped her into the bayou's fierce protector. To Tabby, all vampires are monsters, and she has sworn never to forgive their kind. But her oath is tested when she encounters Lucien Moreau, a centuries-old vampire who doesn't strike but kneels, whispering a name Tabby doesn't recognize as her own: Charlotte. Lucien believes Tabby is the reincarnation of his mortal lover, a healer he lost centuries ago in a war between witches and vampires. To him, she is fate returned. To Tabby, he is the embodiment of everything she has vowed to destroy. As vampire clans circle the bayou, drawn by whispers of Tabby's growing power, she becomes both a target and a prize. Her hatred collides with a pull she cannot explain dreams that don't belong to her, emotions that stir like echoes of another life. Torn between the memory of a love she never lived and the vengeance that defines her, Tabby must choose: cling to her rage, or risk her heart on a man who may be bound to her by blood, fate, and a past she doesn't remember.

"Kalani are you okay? Did you get rid of them?" He asks worriedly. I look at the mirror and it's pitch black. They're not following me anymore. I held back my tears and I nodded my head as if he can see me. "Y-yes I-i did" I mumble sniffling. "Thats good amore. I need you to drive to this address okay? I'll be there before u even get there. Can you do that for me baby?" I let out a quiet sob and look at my phone that dinged with the address. "ye-yes I can" I put the address into maps and I zoom down the street. "Good girl. You're going to be okay. Keep the gun in your lap and look behind the car at all times." "okay" I whisper. this is going to be the longest hour drive of my life. And I'm going to fucking kill Silas. BOOK 1 OF WANTED SERIES * ___________________________________________