This isn't love. It's fixation. And it feels too good to let go. He doesn't follow rules. He rewrites them in blood. Ara Delane has her life in check - her salon is thriving, her past is sealed, and love isn't on the menu. Then she meets him; a quiet mechanic with hands like sin, eyes like confession, and a voice she feels in her spine. Angel doesn't just flirt. He studies. Watches. Waits. Because Angel isn't like other men. He's already been inside her world. Inside her life. Inside her phone. What sparks between them is immediate. Fast, hungry, addictive. But Angel's obsession runs deeper than attraction. He's not just drawn to Ara. He's fixated. And the people who've hurt her? They start disappearing. What begins as a connection she can't resist turns into a threat she can't escape. Angel is always there, somehow always watching, always one step ahead. And no matter how wrong it feels... She doesn't want him to stop. •••••••••••• Sensation is a dark romance with psychological thriller undertones-where obsession takes the place of courtship, and love walks hand-in-hand with control. It explores themes of dangerous intimacy, stalker-in-plain-sight tension, and morally gray devotion that blurs the line between protector and predator. Perfect for readers who crave romance with teeth, secrets with stakes, and men who don't just fall in love. They invade it.

+18 Igor patted his thigh-slow, deliberate. "Come here," he said, voice thick with amusement. "Sit on my lap. You look tense." Etta stood her ground, she didn't want him to win. His smirk deepened "You want to see what happens when I ask again?" **** When Etta agrees to a spontaneous trip to Russia with her best friend, she expects snow, sightseeing, and maybe a little adventure-not to be hunted down by a brooding, relentless police officer with icy dark grey eyes and a claim that burns. Igor doesn't ask. He takes. And from the moment he sees her... she's his. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, NASTY sexual scenes, Reader discretion is advised.

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

Maya Johnson is a bold, ambitious 24-year-old Black woman determined to make her mark in the elite graduate literature program at Marlowe University. Fiercely intelligent and unapologetically driven, she's used to being underestimated-but never outmatched. Dr. Charles Whitmore is a brilliant but emotionally guarded professor of modernist literature. At 47, he's twice her age, haunted by a failed marriage, and perfectly content with the predictable solitude of academia-until Maya walks into his lecture hall. Their connection begins with a spark-intellectual, intense, and charged with something deeper. Office hours become a ritual, debates turn personal, and the line between professional and private begins to blur. But in a world of strict rules, whispered gossip, and institutional power, a love like theirs could cost them everything. As desire simmers beneath the surface, both must confront their fears: Maya, about what it means to love someone who sees past her ambition to her vulnerability-and Charles, about the price of rediscovering passion in a woman half his age but twice his fire.

Elara Jones finds solace in silence and sugar. A shy, curvy baker with a softly spoken heart, her world is small and predictable: a quiet office job and a fledgling home bakery where she pours her soul into every treat. She is innocence embodied, and she's content with her simple, invisible life. Kaelan Vance is a king in a world of shadows. A mafia tycoon with a empire of legitimate companies and illegitimate dealings, he commands with a look and takes what he wants. He is a man forged in ruthlessness, his heart untouched... until a glimpse of Elara shatters his control. He isn't just drawn to her beauty; he's captivated by her quiet strength, the peace she radiates, the innocence that stands in stark contrast to his own stained soul. What begins as a fascination quickly spirals into a dark, all-consuming obsession. He must possess her, not just her body, but her heart, her smiles, her very soul. For Elara, Kaelan is a storm she never saw coming. His attention is terrifying yet intoxicating, a whirlwind of danger and desire. He showers her with a devotion that feels like love but looks like madness. He will burn the world to keep her safe and break anyone who dares to look her way. This is a story of two hearts colliding: one learning to love, the other learning to let go. One is a quiet melody, the other a destructive symphony. Can a love built on obsession ever become a sanctuary, or is it just the most beautiful prison of all?

Raven Williams thought her life was finally beginning to look up, but one night erased it all. Dragged into the world of the Esposito family that built an empire on blood, money, and power, Raven becomes the fixation of Valentino Esposito, a man who does not love the way others do. To him, love is ownership, devotion is possession, and fate is something he decides. Venice becomes her gilded cage. Extravagant parties, priceless jewels, and relentless protection replace freedom. She is watched, worshipped and displayed, all while slowly learning the terrifying truth about the men who rule this world: when an Esposito wants something, resistance only determines how much blood is spilled.

I lived out of a van and wherever the wheels took me was my home. I danced with drunkards at the local country bar and I smoked cigarettes, staining them with my black cherry lipstick. I always had my head in the clouds, because I was a free spirit; my spirit was pure and I lived one day at a time. I was a lonely poet, constantly seeking for more but failing to put it in the right words. I knew that he was the one for me, from the very moment that I set my eyes on him. He was the kind of man I pictured to take my innocence. His tall and strong build made my small one feel safe around him, as if he were a shield from all the terrible things that the world could throw at me. Those big hands of his, God, I could imagine just the pleasure they could bring to me. The fact that he drank green tea, read the newspaper every dawn, that salt 'n' pepper hair of his, those aged lines on his face- he was like art; to me, he transcended poetry. I wore my emotions on my sleeves and he saw right through me, as he did with every other person. He read me like he did those words on the front page of his newspapers, but I didn't care. I wanted him to be my hero and I wanted to belong to him. I wanted him to take me in his arms and whisk me away, strip me of every bit of innocence even if it ruined me. It's true what they say, 'be careful what you wish for'. I hadn't known that a man like him was no saviour, even though he had warned me, I was in too deep already, too naïve and too in love with what I saw- that I had no idea the ruin that lay ahead as Massimiliano Esposito's woman. Poetry- as it had for all other great poets- led me to my destruction.

"I'll be back. Don't leave okay" "Okay" she pouted as she played with her fingers, "Poseidon, I have a secret to tell you before you go" she giggled. "Tell me" "Its a secret! I have to whisper it to you" she tilted her head and curled her finger to motion me, reluctantly I came. "Yes Medusa" I sighed as I approached her. "I'm hungry" she whispered into my ear. "That is no secret. I hear your stomach. What are you hungry for?" I decided to play along. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me close. "You" she breathed on my lips. She pulled my chin and made me stare into her golden pupils. "Why do you distance yourself away from me the god whose name is Poseidon?" she whispered into my face as she brushed my thick brows. "I know I wont be able to stop...if i give in" "Then just give in?" she uttered as she massaged my lips with her thumb. ______ She was once known for her beauty. Beloved by everyone. Adored by many. But soon she was hated by all... all.... except one..... #1 in gods 4/12/19 #5 in new story 2/19/19 #13 in lovable 2/13/19 #6 in Poseidon 2/22/19 #5 in Poseidon 2/22/19 #13 in goddess 3/9/19 Started: 1/25/19 MATURE SCENES!

𝙵𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 -Completed: October 26,2017- July 05,2018- Instead of free bottle service at the club, Lanoir got blood and gore when she entered the dark alleyway. She never expected to see an assassination in progress or the face of the cold blooded killer staring back at her. The fact that she had seen too much should have sealed her fate. Instead, Lanoir is ushered into the dark life of murder for hire, and the silent, handsome man with the steely, gray eyes is her guide. Crazy, too damn crazy even for Lanoir to believe, she actually finds herself falling for this man! A man whose love for her burns brighter each and every day. Now, running for their lives, can Jax keep her safe? Or will the hired guns snuff out their love just when it

While working in a up scale restaurant, 23 year old Spencer Addison has a run in with a Tall gorgeous dark haired man who seemed to not be able to get enough of her. She seemed to think it was love at first sight but after she is snapped back to reality by her best friends she finds herself brushing it off until while out on the town one night with her girls she spotted him again staring intently at her but little did she know the man staring at her was notorious Mob boss Gianni Marino. When he ends up falling for her she is left to make decisions. Will she be able to over look his gruesome occupation and see who he truly is? Or will she cower under the pressure of having countless enemies and serious responsibility? ***THIS BOOK HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ACTUAL DOGS***