Cali got a job as a caretaker. But she didn't think it would be a 28 year old blind man. Since she was forced upon him by his older brother, Tucker decides not to speak to her or even acknowledge her existence. He chooses to keep to himself. Tucker may not be able to physically see her...but as time goes by, he learns to understand her.

Lucian placed my legs on his lap, took my shoes off, and began rubbing my feet. "How was your day at the gallery?" he asked. "It was so boring," I began. "Wednesdays are always so uneventful..." As I was explaining, his hands began to move up my thigh and underneath my dress. He started rubbing my pussy over my panties. "Mmm," I moaned, trying to grab his arm lightly. "Move your hand & continue, little girl," he commanded. I tried to continue telling him about my boring ass day at work, but the pleasure was becoming overwhelming. "I can't," I gasped. He growled darkly. "Mmm, you want me to suck on your pussy again, don't you, angel?" I whimpered. "Mmm..." Lucian stopped rubbing my pussy and grabbed my neck lightly but effectively. "Answer me when I'm talking to you, Nyla. I want to hear you beg for it. You hear me?" "Yes, Lucian," I breathed out. He smiled lightly. "Good girl. Such a good girl." Then he kissed me with so much lust and passion that my pussy was soaked, and I honestly couldn't wait.

Quiet girls don't get the basketball star. At least that's what she's convinced herself. Everyone at Duke knows her - the volleyball sophomore with nice curls, a perfect Instagram, and millions of followers who somehow still feel invisible. Pretty, polished, impossible to truly know. Then there's Cade Mercer. Duke basketball royalty. Future NBA star. Campus obsession. The kind of guy girls fall for instantly. And somehow? He keeps choosing her. Not the loud girls. Not the girls who seem perfectly confident. Her - the quiet girl who overthinks everything and refuses to believe a guy like him could actually mean it.

SEQUEL TO HIS SECRET (highly recommended to read his secret first possibly could be read as a standalone) It's been four years since Amira walked away from Brooks Whitmore-and the life that nearly swallowed her whole. Now twenty-eight, she's graduated from cosmetology school, raising her daughter, Alina, and building a future of her own. Stronger, sharper, and unwilling to be anyone's secret again, Amira swears her past is behind her. But when a man she's casually seeing drags her to a political event, Amira finds herself face-to-face with Brooks for the first time in years. Only now, he's married. Only now, he's on the verge of the Vice Presidency. And only now, the truth about Alina threatens to surface. Brooks has everything he was raised to want-power, status, Margot on his arm. But behind closed doors he's colder and haunted by the woman he let slip away. What happens when their worlds collide again? When secrets can't stay buried? This time, Amira isn't the girl he left behind. She's a woman with something to lose.

Amira Hart was never meant to be part of the story. Not the public one, anyway. But behind every polished legacy is the girl no one talks about-the one who was loved in secret, then left in silence. For two years, Amira and Brooks Whitmore IV lived in that silence. He was the President's son, raised for cameras and campaign trails. She was the woman he chose when no one was watching. Their worlds were never meant to meet. The cards were stacked long before they kissed in the dark. Now, two years later, a wedding invitation arrives. His name is on it. So is hers. Told in fragments and flashbacks, His Secret is a quiet storm of a love story-about memory, erasure, and the women history tries to forget.

Mayim is a law student who is trying to survive her 3rd year of law school. But when her friend suddenly gets accepted to study abroad in south korea she has no choice but to find an alternative place to stay, what happens when the promised dorm room suddenly doesn't exist and she's left homeless but fear not because Kath, despite being miles away in Korea, she has made quite the living arrangement for her.

| The Mafia Boss and His Submissive | BWWM #1: SINNER'S TRAP An unsuspecting flame in each other's life. One is continuously looking over their shoulder to ensure that they are on track for the future they have envisioned since they were a child. Despite the countless times they've been disappointed, they have all the love and understanding in the world - an enigma. Because of their own past, the other is barred from ever having what they crave. The majority of relationships are bound in transactionality and they yearn for more. Despite being served every conventional need on a platter, they are unable to obtain the one thing they want. Total opposites that fulfill the urges of the others paradox - they should take the chance. It should be easy? ----- He groans into my right ear, "Come on babygirl, beg for it." He takes his hands away, a bitter shriek of irritation rising from the pits of my stomach. With spread thighs and a dripping pussy, his hands grasped my straightened hair and pulled my head back. I couldn't grip onto anything with my hands suspended above my head and my feet held by restraints in the flooring. I was going mad. My weak pleasured cries falling on deaf ears. He kissed the exposed skin on my back, now covered in a small sheen of sweat barely holding up the bra he cut loose like a rope. A weak shriek escapes my mouth as he pinches my right nipple while playfully twisting the other. "Please. Fuck. Please." I start, but the words get stuck in my throat. A few seconds pass as though he expects me to elaborate. I could barely think. His fingers return to my pussy - slender and long; the ring finger softly stroked the one spot inside me that could send me over the edge crashing, while his thumb rubbed my clit in small circles. "You can do so much better babygirl. You want me to make you cum?" He asks, and is met with an immediate nod. "Then address me by my name and fucking beg for it like you mean it." ----- MATURE CONTENT. NOT EDITED

She owns a quiet coffee shop filled with books and soft light. He belongs to a world built on blood, silence, and power. He was never meant to find peace. She was never meant to fall for a monster. But every devil needs somewhere to rest.....

NEW dark and steamy MC romance series! 🔥 In this small desert town, the club is law. Loyalty is earned in blood. Love is a liability. And the past always finds its way back. Welcome to the Martyrs in Mayhem MC. ⸻ Thea... After everything fell apart, I ran. I left California with nothing but regret and desperation, chasing the only family I had left. My brother. But the man I found wasn't my brother anymore. He was an outlaw. A criminal. A biker in a world ruled by violence and loyalty thicker than blood. At the center of it all is the club's president. A dangerous, possessive man I slipped out on after one reckless night. How can I run from one dangerous man into the arms of another? I'd soon find out my past wasn't done with me. It was already on its way to this small, desert town in New Mexico. -- Maverick... My brothers and I have sacrificed everything for our club to uphold the laws we abide by. Whether it was through our own blood or that of our fallen family members. As president, I don't get the luxury of weakness. My job is to keep the money flowing, the cops off our backs, and my family breathing. Love? That's a distraction that gets men killed. Or worse, women hurt. Then she walks into my club. One look and I know she's not the kind of woman a man forgets. By morning, she was gone, leaving nothing behind but a fake name and tangled sheets. That is, until the spitfire storms into my clubhouse asking for one of my brothers. The resurgence of a past enemy brings trouble at our door as a mysterious strain of bad drugs is leaving dead kids around town. But we've learned from our club's history and aren't willing to bow down so easy. It's not a time for distraction as the stakes get higher, but I can't get her out of my mind. And if she's not careful... she's going to find out the outlaw lifestyle doesn't let go.

𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗘𝗗𝗚𝗘 ❆ "Move, Carlisle." I kept my chin lifted, refusing to look away from the center of the ice. He didn't budge. Instead, a massive, bruised hand slammed flat against the cold glass beside my head, caging me in. The freezing air of the empty 2:00 AM arena suddenly felt suffocating. "You smile at everyone else like they hung the moon, Nadia," he murmured, his voice a low, vicious scrape. "But you look at me like I'm dirt." He leaned in, his chest brushing mine, his mouth stopping a breath away from my jaw. He left a smear of blood from his split lip on my pristine collar. "Keep looking at me like that," he whispered. "See what it makes me do." ⛸️ 𝑵𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍 has one rule: absolute perfection. If she loses her figure skating scholarship, she loses everything. She doesn't have time for distractions, and she certainly doesn't have time for the suspended, feral enforcer of the university's hockey team who steals her late-night ice time. 𝑽𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒏 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒆 is the university's star but brutal hockey player. Comes from old-money roots, built for violence, and entirely unhinged. He's used to people either bowing to his wealth or cowering from his temper. But Nadia? She just rolls her eyes and tells him to get out of her way. That was her first mistake. Now, Vaughn isn't just taking up her rink. He's watching her. Stalking her. Discovering the secret, raw passions she hides from the world. And he's decided that her flawless, untouchable world is exactly what he wants to shatter, and he won't stop until every broken piece belongs to him.