Amira Hart was never meant to be part of the story. Not the public one, anyway. But behind every polished legacy is the girl no one talks about-the one who was loved in secret, then left in silence. For two years, Amira and Brooks Whitmore IV lived in that silence. He was the President's son, raised for cameras and campaign trails. She was the woman he chose when no one was watching. Their worlds were never meant to meet. The cards were stacked long before they kissed in the dark. Now, two years later, a wedding invitation arrives. His name is on it. So is hers. Told in fragments and flashbacks, His Secret is a quiet storm of a love story-about memory, erasure, and the women history tries to forget.

SEQUEL TO HIS SECRET (can be read as a standalone but highly recommended to read his secret first) It's been four years since Amira walked away from Brooks Whitmore-and the life that nearly swallowed her whole. Now twenty-eight, she's graduated from cosmetology school, raising her daughter, Alina, and building a future of her own. Stronger, sharper, and unwilling to be anyone's secret again, Amira swears her past is behind her. But when a man she's casually seeing drags her to a political event, Amira finds herself face-to-face with Brooks for the first time in years. Only now, he's married. Only now, he's on the verge of the Vice Presidency. And only now, the truth about Alina threatens to surface. Brooks has everything he was raised to want-power, status, Margot on his arm. But behind closed doors he's colder and haunted by the woman he let slip away. What happens when their worlds collide again? When secrets can't stay buried? This time, Amira isn't the girl he left behind. She's a woman with something to lose.

"The Underground Fighter and His Childhood Best Friend" ❦ Sasha "Kayo" Sokolov is a Russian fighter who was sent to America at a young age. One day, he met a young girl by the name of Everleigh Wilson, who taught him how to speak English, and helped him with his studies. They bonded so easily and became the best of friends. Years passed, and Sasha disappeared. Everleigh had to go on with life without her best friend. Until one lonely night when she saw the one man she loved more than anything beating another man to death. - "What happened to the boy I used to know?" she questioned, shutting her eyes at the feel of his hand traveling up her dress. He was so close to her throbbing core, and she hated how much she wanted him to touch her, enter her, ruin her. Sasha smirked sadistically. "He's gone, kitten. And he's never coming back." ❦ 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.

London, 1800s. The capital buzzes with anticipation. After years abroad, the young prince has returned-handsome, arrogant, and at the ripe age of twenty-two. With the royal bloodline on everyone's mind, the court demands a queen, and a dazzling debutante ball is summoned to find her. As the daughters of nobility scramble for silks, rouge, and powdered curls, one young woman stands apart. Arabella, a clever, sharp-tongued nurse from humble roots, has no dreams of tiaras or titles. But when her mother-renowned for her pastries-is summoned to bake for the palace, Arabella agrees to help, unable to let her family miss out on the generous royal coin. It was supposed to be simple. Bake. Serve. Leave. Until one accidental moment... And one entitled, self-serving prince... Throws Arabella into a scandal neither of them saw coming. In a world ruled by etiquette, wealth, and secrets, what begins as an unfortunate mishap might just set the stage not only romance- but murder, heartache and treatury.

BOOK 2 of : The Night We Met (BWWM / +18) After five years settling down, Aliyah finds her world shattered when Alessio, the supposedly dead father of her children, reappears. Determined to get his family back, and especially his wife, he brings back to life desires she thought had been silenced, threatening to turn her whole life upside down. COMMENT, LIKE, SHARE if you liked it more it will push me to continue 🥰 Give your opinion so I can write the next part (I've got lots of scenarios in mind that will evolve according to your opinions) *if there are any mistakes, don't hesitate to tell me, English is not my mother tongue

COMPLETED ✅ Zara Monroe's ex, Marcus, broke her. Now he's back but she's not the same woman he left behind. She's finding peace, building something real with Jake the quiet, steady man who sees her clearly and never asks her to shrink. But Marcus doesn't like being replaced. And when his obsession turns dangerous, Zara has to protect her heart, her peace, and the man she's finally learning to trust. A slow-burn BWWM romance about healing, moving on, and never looking back. ✨ This story has now passed 1K reads and continues to grow. Thank you to every single person who's joined Zara and Jake's journey. You have no idea how much that means. ✨

Synopsis: Her parents raised her to save lives. He was born to take them. At twenty-three, Dr. Evangeline James has her dream job and a haunted heart. One of Manhattan's youngest pediatric surgeons, she spends her days stitching up children and her nights keeping her demons in check. Raised under her parents' strict Southern roof-with gospel in her ears and shame stitched into her spine-Evangeline ran to New York for more than ambition. She came for air. For control. For secrets. She never expected to find him-a man bleeding to death behind a dumpster in the freezing cold, clutching a gun like it was a lifeline. One look into those brutal, obsidian eyes and Evangeline knew: this man was not a victim. He was a threat. And somehow, she still brought him home. He said his name was Lorenzo DeLuca. She knew it belonged to a monster. Not just a mafia prince-but the heir to the DeLuca empire. A man carved from violence and baptized in blood. A man who's used to getting what he wants-and now he wants her. Lorenzo is sin in human form. dark silk, loaded guns, and soft-spoken commands. He makes promises that sound like threats and touches her like she's already his. He says he'll protect her from his world-but his world is made of bodies, betrayal, and war. And Evangeline? She's no saint. What begins as a mercy spirals into a dangerous obsession. He's possessive. Unforgiving. Addicted. And the deeper Evangeline falls into Lorenzo's shadows, the more she questions everything-her morals, her loyalties, even her own pleasure. Because nothing about this is holy. Nothing about him is safe. But God, she craves him anyway. And she might not survive what loving him will cost.

Zola West thought keeping her head down and running numbers for a Miami nightclub would be enough to survive. But when secrets surface and money goes missing, she finds herself face-to-face with the Bratva-and the ruthless man behind it all. Nikolai Malakhov doesn't tolerate betrayal, but there's something about the sharp-mouthed accountant that makes him hesitate. Now she's in his world, on his payroll, and under his control. The numbers don't lie. But Zola does-and it might cost her everything. A dark, addictive story of power, obsession, and survival.

In the autumn of 1916, deep in rural Ontario, Clara DuBois, a young Black woman, spends her days tending to her aunt's modest farm and working as a nurse's aide at a military hospital overflowing with wounded soldiers. She keeps her head down, works hard, and knows better than to expect kindness from a world that has rarely offered it. Still, she finds purpose in her care-until a single encounter shatters the ground she's built her life on. When Lieutenant Edward Whitcombe, a well-born, sharp-tongued soldier from a wealthy Toronto family, is brought in with a shattered leg and a sharper temper, Clara is assigned to tend to his wounds. What begins as a clash of class, race, and stubborn wills slowly softens into something neither of them expected: understanding. And, perhaps, something even deeper. But as rumours stir and the shadow of separation looms ever larger, Clara and Edward must decide whether the emotions between them is strong enough to endure the forces determined to tear them apart.

|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|