Chyna is a damaged woman, she's been moving from state to state from the age of 15 and is now in Compton. She's looking for ways to make quick money to make ends meet. She's a stripper in the exclusive club called Playboy Playhouse. She's been through a lot and she's just trying to get her money up and make a life out of herself. She wasn't looking for love when she met Zac but things don't always go to plan. She doesn't know how to love and she has trust issues. Read the first part to find out more VOTE VOTE VOTE SHARE SHARE SHARE COMMENT COMMENT COMMENT✅✅

Just Read !!💕 MY FIRST BOOK tell me how I do !🤍 DON'T COPY RIGHT MY BOOK⚠️🔒 " Dave let me go your hurting me " I yelled at him hitting his hand He didn't say nothing he just continued to drag me outside " DAVE LET ME GO " I yelled slapping him in his head Once we made it outside he threw me against the wall making me hit my head. PSA: this book is mad cringy & just all over the place... I didn't do so well on this book 8/6/2020- This is not really one of my bests books 💀 might want to try another one...this is high key a big cringe to me. I don't recommend this book at all. It's so many errors, that I'm not fixing. Read if you want.

Damien Stryker is a ruthless billionaire, but when Serena Mclane is forced to marry him, she hopes to find the mercy behind his cold eyes and strong hands. ****** Damien Stryker, a domineering billionaire, is someone you don't want to get close to. Unfortunately for Serena Mclane, she doesn't have much of a choice. Always at the mercy of her family's name and legacy, Serena has to do as her father says. So when her father forces her into an arranged marriage with the one and only Damien Stryker: the truth comes out. Secrets are unveiled, and love starts to bloom. [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]]

Book Three in the "His Girl" series. It started out as a game, something Lana found amusement in. She would simply tease a man with her curves and mocha colored skin, batting her eyelashes and letting him get so close that he thought he had her. And then she would turn away and laugh. Lana isn't like all of your basic girls, raised in a difficult childhood she definitely learned how to become independent quickly. She didn't need a man, or so she thought. Spending most of her nights in the BDSM club closest to her house, she almost enviously watched the other males dominate their littles. When would she have that? Well, for starters she could stop teasing and playing games with the men who were interested in her. But she didn't want some man to would roll over when she told him to. She wanted a man who would growl and grab her neck and ask her exactly who she was talking to. Be careful what you wish for. . . . His finger curls, his silent demand for me to come closer. My legs move and obey quickly, instantaneously following his commands like I'm some sort of dog. Fucking traitorous legs. He smirks slightly, opening his legs in that hot, laid back type way. Oh god my ovaries might burst if he gets any sexier. I stop when I'm in between his legs, my ears straining to hear his deep and husky voice over the loud music from outside the private room. "What's a kitten like you rubbing along other mens' legs?" My face turns red. Well, as red as it can get when I'm fucking black. I cross my arms over my chest sassily. "Oh yeah? And what are you? My dad? I'm a grown ass woman, I can be with whoever I want." He chuckles, leaning forward. He stands from his seat, towering over me a good foot or so. God damnit, I'm supposed to be tall and curvy. At least I got the curvy part down. Now I just need to grow taller than a fucking infant. "Oh, kitten, I might not be your dad, but you'll definitely be calling me Daddy."