"Listen, baby. I don't wanna hear anything from you except my name. No fighting. No talking shit. You're gonna take my dick like a good girl because of the fucking hell you've been putting me through." "And if I don't want to?" "The door's locked, not barricaded," he scoffed smugly. "But you've had so many chances to tell me to give up on you and you never really did. I don't think you wanna leave, do you?" There was still a hint of doubt in his question, so he tightened his grip on my neck to compensate for his fear. This only made me hornier. He was about to ruin me. "No, Mr. Craft, I don't wanna leave." "Then give me your mouth." ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ In which a young professor is hired by the enigmatic Chancellor and founder of Craft University, who looks suspiciously young for his age. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This is a romance book with supernatural elements following Veronica Greene-Pierre and Sebastian Craft. It is Book 1 in The Craft Trilogy. Happy reading! xoxo. - Sami

When 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬, 22, drops out of college after her father is sentenced to prison for a crime he swears he didn't commit, her life collapses fast...eviction notices, unpaid tuition, a mother barely holding it together. Then 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐕𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐧 appears. Late 40s. Private wealth. No digital footprint. He offers her a monthly allowance for companionship only. No sex. No exclusivity clause. No explanations. What unsettles Kailani isn't the money. It's how little she needs to explain herself because he already knows.

A dancer at the hottest strip club in the city catches the attention of a Yakuza boss.

***18+ MATURE CONTENT INVOLVED INCLUDING SEX AND VIOLENCE*** "You're always fucking begging." His tone was almost mocking and his grip was getting slightly tighter. "Doesn't take much does it?" I was caught off guard by his change in dynamic but it turned me on at the same time. My breath hitched, my fingers tightening slightly against his arm. "I-" I faltered, heat rushing to my face. "I'm not-" "Don't argue with me," Toni growled. My mouth closed instantly and Toni softened his grip on my throat only a little. "Tell me what you want," Toni said. My voice shook slightly. "I want you." "Not good enough." There was a pause before I finally spoke. "I want you...to fuck me." Toni's expression shifted to a satisfied one. His thumb brushed lightly against my throat, holding me there. "Needy little thing," he added under his breath. 💋

" When I'm finished with you, your will to live will be to make me cum. I'm gonna ride your face and I expect you to swallow every drop like it's the last thing you'll ever taste. You will do that like a good boy for your mistress won't you?" They say opposites attract. Or do they??

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐨. Rankings: #1 in teacher #1 in bwwm #1 in wmbw #1 in military #1 in french #1 in psychological #2 in nigerian #5 in obsession #7 in possessive #9 in dark romance

W H I T E O U T ❅ The contract was simple: Two weeks. Two hundred grand. Don't fall in love. For 𝑱𝒐𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆, it's a desperate bid to survive her debt. For 𝑯𝒂𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓, the cold heir to a billion-dollar empire, it's just business. Play the adoring girlfriend for his family's winter retreat, take the money, and leave. Then a blizzard hits. Stranded entirely alone in a remote mountain estate, the icy boundaries between them melt into a bruising, suffocating heat. But when the snow clears and the contract expires, Joelle quickly learns a terrifying truth: Hadrian Sinclair doesn't let go of what's his. The phone lines are cut. The snowplow is sabotaged. The doors are locked. The blizzard is over, but Joelle's nightmare is just beginning. Because the only thing more dangerous than a man with a frozen heart, is the monster that wakes up when it thaws. ❅ "The contract has expired, Hadrian. The roads are clear. Let me go." His pale eyes dropped to my lips, his thumb tracing the pulse racing at my throat. "What roads, Joelle? It's still snowing. We're snowed in. We'll be snowed in forever."

"Tell me you don't want that," his darkened eyes clashed with her dazed ones, "Say it, and we'll stop right now. Tell me, and I'll go." Silence hung in the air, the distant hum of passing cars and crickets fading into the night. "Cause I have every intention of making you my wife, the mother of my kids, my everything. I want that. I want you. Understand?" Her eyes welled up, and her lips trembled as she swallowed hard, then nodded quickly, "I want that too." "That's what I thought, baby." ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ Cerise Rowan liked to keep things simple. Her days were a steady loop of sleep, eat, study, repeat. She told herself she valued comfort, though in truth, change terrified her. With change came anxiety, and her mind, already a delicate balance, struggled to cope. Her favorite S-words: sleep, solitude, and snacks, were enough to keep her "mild" disorder in check. Until another one entered her life. Well... two. If you count sex. ♡ Saint Novak lived by two rules: stay comfortable and take each day as it came. With his intimidating presence and (mostly) emotionless exterior, he wasn't exactly easy to get to know. He didn't waste time on dead ends, keeping his life decisively organized. People and things included. But Saint's problems were far from "mild". For years, he believed he had nothing to lose. Now, he's learning what it means to have goals, to want more, and to keep what's important to him close. So what happens when he walks into his parlor and is greeted by a new face? A very pretty face. One that stirs desires he didn't even know he had. Well, one taste of her is more than enough to set a few more goals.

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.

𝐵𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝟣 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓛𝓔𝓢𝓢𝓞𝓝𝓢 𝓈𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈🐆🤍 **** Serena Monroe has never had the luxury of falling apart. Scholarship student. Overworked. One bill away from losing everything she's fought to build. Survival has always been the only plan. Asking for help was never an option-not from a world that never offered her any. Then she meets Dante Bianchi. Heir to an Italian dynasty built on power, reputation, and quiet violence. The kind of man who walks into a room and everyone else remembers their place. He offers her a deal. Simple. Temporary. Nothing real. But Dante Bianchi doesn't lose control. And Serena Monroe was never meant to be controlled. She challenges him. He studies her. And somewhere between lies, power, and a contract neither of them fully trusts they stopped pretending. Because money can buy loyalty. It can buy silence. It can buy almost anything. But it can't buy Serena Monroe. And Dante Bianchi has never wanted something he couldn't have... until her.