Marcel is in the streets heavy, not caring about anyone but himself. Until he meets Jada, who's new in town and needs a place to stay. What will happen when these two start living together?

25 year old Y/N goes out to celebrate her birthday and meets a older fine women who may be a little to mature for her. After one night alone Y/N can't seem to let her go and fights to keep her attention.

There's so many positive 4 letter words: Love Like Hope Care Life Then there's negative: Hate Evil Dead For once in her life Desdemona wanted to hear negative. The word in itself: Negative. Instead she heard positive. Her whole world came tumbling down when she found out she was positive for HIV/AIDS. She just wants to experience that four letter word, that thing called: L O V E

Khari Valentine is a basketball player from New Orleans, Louisiana who seems to be very rough around the edges. His move to Washington, DC to play college ball for Georgetown University is less than smooth. He meets a very well rounded young lady in Malia King. She's smart, beautiful, spiritual, and patient. Can they build a friendship or would the two think that they have nothing in common?

"The Stripper and the Mob Boss" ❦ A sickness of Anastasia's sister leads her towards a huge debt. When her friend comes to her with a solution that would make her go from rags to riches, Anastasia immediately accepts even if that meant stripping. Everything was running smoothly until she was met with the scary notorious mafia leader, Valentino Romano. Valentino was a man with no emotion, but when he was met with Anastasia, he knew that he wanted the blonde gorgeous stripper---at no matter what costs. ❦ "You're not allowed to touch me. It's against Mr. Romano's rules," she said, her back towards him. Her long legs were on full display with her high black heels only making them appear longer. "You must be new. What's your name?" He chuckled out, licking his lips. Valentino grabbed her hips, turning her towards him as his eyes settled on her breasts. Slowly, his eyes trailed up to meet her eyes. "Anastasia. Who are you?" she asked, fear clear in her eyes as she stared. He smirked. "Mr. Romano. Now, open your legs.""

"The Hacker and the Mob Boss" ❦ Reyna Fields seems to be an ordinary girl with her thick-framed glasses, baggy clothes, hair always up in a ponytail, and her head tucked away behind a computer screen. However, no one knows she's armed with a genius IQ and a heart of gold. She hacks her way into virtual systems on a search for her mother. Unfortunately for her, she has hacked into the wrong database. She hacked into the database of the notorious mob boss, Santino "Saint" Venturi. Saint is the opposite of his name. He's known for his ruthlessness. As a mob boss to a mafia, he learned to eat or be eaten. When Reyna stumbles upon his database, a plan dispersed into his mind. He's going to take her. ❦ "I don't share, angel." "He's a friend," she found herself saying. Dante was too busy staring at her to notice the fiery glare in Saint's eyes. She was mentally praying that Dante would just look away. His fingers trailed up her leg before his hand latched onto her sex. He held her there while a small gasp left her lips. "I will fuck you on this table if he doesn't stop looking at what belongs to me." ❦ READ BOOK 2 -> The Kingmaker HIGHEST RANKING: #5 romance - 6/26/22 Dark Romance Cover by @-simplyhann

"𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆. 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒃𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒃𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕." - 𝑻𝒖𝒑𝒂𝒄 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒓 Urban artists both consumed in their goals and aspirations, but also old life styles. Could passion be enough to push them forward?

"Solè, why'd you stay?" "Because, Zaire... you the first thing that ever felt worth staying for." ❀ 🝳 ❀ Harlem held the noise. Solè gave Zaire the quiet. Zaire Knox, Harlem's quiet storm, known for his ties to the streets and a gaze that read people faster than they could lie to him. Respected. Feared. Loved. With scars buried deeper than his tattoos, he never planned to love soft. Until a Harlem vinyl shop left behind by his late grandfather forces him to slow down, to breathe, to find his real purpose in the world beyond the streets. Solè Sinclair, soft but unbreakable, raised by her father after loss. By day, she serves warmth behind the counter of a café. By night, she disappears into her art, trying to paint the parts of herself no one ever sees. When their worlds cross, the city shifts. What starts off tense and unexpected turns tender. Together, they learn love can hold you just as fierce as the streets ever did, and softer, too. But love in Harlem always asks one question: what are you willing to risk when the heart wants more than the streets ever offered? A Harlem story. A hood love. A soft place to land. ❀ 🝳 ❀

[COMPLETED] Ava Spencer, a young woman struggling to find a job and pay off her student debt decides to become a babysitter to the daughter of single father and successful businessman Kaden Morello. Kaden has been single for five years and he can't help but start to develop strong feelings for his daughter's beautiful babysitter. He wants her and he's not going to let anything or anyone get in his way. #5 in Romance 6th Jan 2020 #4 in interracial 6th Jan 2020 #1 in bwwm 14th Jan 2020 #1 in mafia 15th Feb 2020 #3 in newadult 15th Feb 2020 #1 in mature 16th Feb 2020 #9 in love 13th Apr 2020

Suited for an audience 18 and older. Read at your own discretion. *** "Don't think for a second I don't hate you any less because we're married," I hiss out. Seeing Gabriel's growing smirk only pisses me off more. "If I knew what I was signing up for when I agreed to this then I would have ripped that stupid contract up the first chance I got." My sentence trails off when Gabriel takes another step towards me, then another until he's towering over me. I can feel how huge my eyes become when he slams my back to the bathroom door, wrapping his hand around my throat and pressing it to the wood. A gasp escapes me when Gabriel squeezes it, squeezing until I'm panting for every breath. I can already feel my body betraying me, though. My words may be telling him how much I despise him, but my body knows what the truth is and it shows from the growing arousal between my legs. "Don't be so crude, princesa," Gabriel mutters, forcing my head back to stare into his blazing brown eyes. "Let's not forget that we're a happily married couple. So I suggest you walk into that meeting with a smile on your face... Unless you'd rather have them all listen to me fuck the attitude out of you instead." ***