"I've never done this before," She said, hands covering her exposed breast in the dark room. The only light that had been shining was coming from the parted curtains, a small stream of moonlight glistening her skin. He stepped forward, hands going to uncover her hidden breasts. Was it the eye contact? The firmness of his hand? How safe he made her feel? "You're not just anything. I want to learn your body, I want to learn your weak spots. I want to learn what makes you happy, what makes you cry but now? What makes you cum." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - They say that opposites attract, but what happens when being too different is becoming too much? | sdothoney. a trevante rhodes fanfic. book one. cover by @TanonTales

After a nasty breakup, Lucian, scion of a wealthy black family, finds himself thrust into a media storm. But when his mother, a formidable matriarch with her sights set on maintaining the family legacy, orchestrates an arranged marriage for him with Khalisah, the daughter of a powerful senator, Lucian's life takes an unexpected turn. And so begins the dance of the public watching Lucian and Khalisah navigate the complexities of their arranged marriage. Lucian and Khalisah hope to fool the world, and their parents, by abiding to the bylaws they set, and signed on - however, they could just be fooling themselves.

Reina Carvalho has never been like her sisters. She lives for the boxing ring, chasing the title of the world's best fighter. Her greatest rival? Rafael Moretti-the mafia heir, a top-three champion boxer, and one of the most dangerous men in all of Italy. Obsessed enough to offer her training, Rafael is as ruthless as he is impossible to ignore. He could be the key to her rise... or the reason she burns. Passion. Rivalry. Legacy. Some crowns are forged in fire.

"Look at me. Get a real good look. Because that's all you'll ever get." I blew the smoke from his blunt right back into his face, slow, deliberate, sweet little smirk on my lips as I sat on his lap like it was my throne. His jaw flexed, eyes burning into me, pissed. I leaned in closer, my voice low, calm, and sweet. "I don't give a fuck who you are, what you do, what you own... or that little toy gun you carry around." His brows tightened, but I kept going, softer, slower. "If you want to speak to me, if you want a conversation with me? You book an appointment. That's how I handle my clients."

Liora Coldwell's perfect, sheltered life shatters when she catches her father cheatin at a young age. Her mother divorces and remarries, but soon the family faces financial struggles- All of a sudden her mother and father gets this load of cash but what happens when this money needs to be paid back? Matteo Galletti, head of the Italian mafia after his father's death, lives a solitary life, keeping to himself and trusting no one. He gives second chances to no one and never tolerates broken promises- he needs the money back he was promised but instead of money he gets his obsession?

Amour Kamara is the woman everyone calls when they want the perfect night. As the owner of Kamara Luxe Events, she's built an empire planning Houston's most lavish parties for the city's elite. But when her business collides with Damian Knight-a powerful, magnetic real estate mogul-Amour finds herself pulled into a dangerous world of luxury, lies, and forbidden desire. Standing in her corner is Sincere Mensah, her childhood friend turned Midtown nightclub king. Protective, loyal, and simmering with the kind of love she's always overlooked, Sincere won't stand by while Damian drags her deeper into the Knights' scandals. And then there's Andrea Knight, Damian's glamorous wife, whose affair threatens to set the whole city on fire. As a major event approaches and secrets explode across all of Houston, Amour is forced to choose between her ambition, her heart, and her survival. Because in H-Town, loyalty is everything-and betrayal isn't taken lightly. TWO MEN | ONE CITY | & A LOVE THAT COULD COST HER EVERYTHING

Psalm nodded towards the small stack of bills resting on the table. "Drop it in Malik's hand. Tell him you worked the block. Tell him some nigga paid you to talk. Say whatever you got to say." Dallas didn't touch them, didn't even look at them for real. Her fingers curled around her cup a little tighter though, "And what I'm supposed to tell him when he asks why I'm not roughed up or walking with a limp?" "You want me to leave a mark?" The way he said it, it wasn't cruel but it wasn't playful either. He was being serious and not because he wanted to hurt her but because he knew what she was asking for even though she wouldn't say it out loud. She needed proof. "Fuck you."