Imani is a quiet, reserved Jamaican-Caribbean nurse working in labor and delivery. She keeps to herself, moves with calm precision, and rarely lets people in-but beneath her silence is a deeply genuine and caring soul. Deion is a dominant, no-nonsense police officer with a ruthless edge and a life built on control. The only soft spot in his world is his three-year-old daughter, Nova, who brings out a side of him few ever see. When their paths cross in the middle of a high-pressure day, neither of them expects much. But something about the encounter lingers longer than it should-and neither can quite walk away from it.

Keni Blaze wasn't looking for trouble. She definitely wasn't looking for him. Marcellus "Cell" Knox is the kind of man people warn you about- quiet, dangerous, and carrying secrets that don't come with explanations. One encounter was supposed to be nothing. A moment. A mistake. Something she could walk away from. But Cell doesn't move like other men. And once he sets his eyes on something... he doesn't let it go. Now Keni's caught between what she knows is wrong and what her body won't stop craving. Because the deeper she gets, the more she realizes- Cell isn't just hiding something. He is something. And by the time the truth surfaces... walking away might not be an option anymore.

Chosyn Wilson is a man of a few words, he didn't like talking and most people always thought he was weird. When he bumps into a yapper dapper assistant, things change.

When a self-made beauty boss tries to leave her toxic past behind, she crosses paths with New York's most feared kingpin who's already decided she'll be his, whether she's ready or not.

Protecting his family is one of the most important roles in Billionaire Bradley Mefford life. So when Tiffany Smith posted a tweet calling his family's company racist went viral; he did the best thing to protect his family. Kidnap her.

Completed ✅️ Nora desires two things, finishing her degree in creative writing and saving enough to finally be free from her mother's abuse. So she's not prepared for the unexpected meltdown of her one safe space on wheels or the silent brute mechanic who's chosen to repair the damages. What happens when Nora, who isn't seeking a relationship, falls into the orbit of Mr. Silent, James? The universe moves galaxies to bring the two into each other's worlds. James sets out to fix what is broken, but along the way, repairs so much more. ~~~ James let's go of me and spread my folds apart with his thumbs. I feel as he spits on my pussy and before it can slide all the way down he flattened his tongue rolling the center around my clit. Each circle around rubs his piercing in a way that feels like the best feeling imaginable. "Shit slow down." I beg because the way he's ravishing me feels too much. I try to move away from his mouth but James just holds me down, palm flat on my stomach. "Where do you think your going?" "Its too much." I plead to him. "You know what to say baby if you want me to stop." He pauses as if to create space for me to say my safe word. But I don't. "That's what I thought. Stay still and let me finish." Started: April 11, 2025 Ended: August 10, 2025 Cover was made by chrissy_too_nice22

|EDITED| I should've left. I knew I should've turned the hell around. Shut the door. Pretended I didn't see a damn thing. But I didn't. I stood there, frozen. Mesmerized. Cursed. She let the towel fall away. My breath caught when her breasts spilled free-round, medium-sized, her nipples already stiff. She palmed them, moaning low in her throat, her hips shifting against her fingers. Her waist was so damn small, and those thighs... Fuck. Those thick thighs spread wide, holding nothing back. Her clit swollen, her moans growing louder, filling every inch of space in the house. And all I could think was I want to be the one making her sound like that. I wanted to drop to my knees. Slide my mouth up her thighs. Bury my face in that sweet pussy until she screamed my name. God, she was so beautiful, so uninhibited. So fucking close. Amina and Mason have been friends forever. But not even forever prepares them for this. They've shared everything-secrets, laughs, and late-night talks-but never touched the spark simmering just beneath the surface. So when they decide to explore their sexual chemistry under a strict set of rules, it's supposed to be simple. No drama. No emotions. Just heat. But rules don't stand a chance when the lines blur between friendship and something far more dangerous. Because once they cross that line... there's no going back This book was inspired by the song. (That Way by Tate McRae ) !!WARNING!! THIS BOOK CONTAINS A LOT OF DETAILED SEXUAL CONTENT|

Jaysa Daniels never meant to fall for anyone-especially not the brooding, middle-aged mechanic who walked into her life with quiet eyes and calloused hands. Shy but full of spark, Jaysa's been holding herself together through trauma, trust issues, and a past that never gave her softness. She's never been someone's priority. Never been someone's choice. Malcolm Wolfe wasn't lookin' for anything permanent-not after a bitter divorce, a lost child, and a life spent drownin' in silence. But from the moment he lays eyes on the plus-size Southern girl with the nervous laugh and deep eyes, somethin' inside him shifts. And once he touches her? He can't let go. Their love isn't sweet-it's obsessive, raw, and full of broken edges. Power imbalances, past pain, emotional manipulation, and dark kinks threaten to unravel them. But underneath it all is something steady. Something dangerous. Something that might finally bring them both peace-or completely destroy them. Because Malcolm doesn't just want Jaysa's heart. He wants her mind, her body, and the baby she swore she'd never carry for a man again. And Jaysa? She just might let him break her-if it means being loved the way she's always dreamed.

"Let me eat this pussy, ma." ♧👻♧

I froze. A man was slumped against the graffiti-covered brick wall, blood blooming across his side. His white shirt was soaked through, and there was a gun just inches from his open hand. My heart slammed against my ribs. Run, Skye. You should run. But I didn't. Instead, I dropped my bag and took a cautious step closer. His head lifted. Piercing, icy blue eyes met mine, sharp even through the haze of pain. His face was all sharp edges and shadowed scruff, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. His accent was thick and rough, like broken glass. "Leave." I shook my head slowly. "You're bleeding. Bad." "Not your concern." His voice was lethal, but he flinched hard when he tried to move. "You're gonna die out here," I whispered, kneeling beside him. My hands trembled as I pressed a napkin from my apron against his side. "I'm studying to be a nurse. Let me help." He stared at me like I was something he couldn't comprehend. A stranger. A softness he didn't trust. Then his hand, heavy and warm, clamped around my wrist-not rough, but firm. "What's your name?" he rasped. "...Skye." A beat passed. Then another. "I am Mikhail." His eyes darkened. "And you shouldn't have found me."