Davarrie has always been quiet. She been abused by her dad since she was 10.She's insecure .But what happens when Adrian, a heartless gangleader and fuckboi , comes into her life and changes her forever? Will she fall for him?

Jada is new photographer for Black Veiled Brides. She goes on Warped tour with them. She started catching feelings for Andy but he has Juliet. Will that change soon?

Gia knew Isaac as her adopted sister's boyfreind. A boy with a bad reputation and who liked to tease her for her place of birth and race (sort of). She didn't like him. She spent as little time with him as possible. But then she was kidnapped, and Isaac right along with her. Thrown into an, at first, unknown situation, she was forced to depend on someone she hadn't ever thought she would have to, even more so when the unknown situation became clearer. They were taken by a cruel couple, a cruel couple who couldn't adopt or have children of their own. An insane, wicked couple who decided instead of going the way of surrogacy or find willing participants, and instead force two unwilling people to conceive and birth their children for them.

****BOOK 2 RELEASE NOVEMBER 30TH***

Many had come to help. Some had gone to take to the trees and town in search of her. I, powerless and in pain, stayed on the stoop of my steps, my mind left to wander. I could hear little footsteps before a warm present sat next to me. "Why would they take her?" I looked away from Jess. I had no real answers to give...

"So when are we getting to this so-called 'safe' place." I ask his stone faced ass. I'm just trying to get a little conversation going. It is to quiet. The only thing I hear is the car engine and our- well my breathing. His quiet ass. I mean he won't even turn the radio on. Who does that!?! Since he isn't gonna talk to me I might as well get comfortable. I lean my seat back and put my feet up on the dashboard. Luckily I had painted my toes the day before. "Get your feet down now." I look at him stunned. "Now you wanna talk." Being the stubborn person I am I keep my feet up. He swerves the car to the side of the road so quickly I bang my head against the window. "Oww!" I complain. I'm probably gonna have a concussion now. He turns toward me with such a hateful look I flinch. "Get your fucking feet down now or I will cut your pinky toes off and grill them." My feet are back in their shoes in record time. He pulls back on the road then. "At least my feet don't stink."

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."

Katrina never knew what it was like to live... Working two jobs and moving away from her dysfunctional family and into a town like Minerva her life is finally coming together... Until she meets Devlin... The Handsome European Devil is ready for life after prison. But taking over his fathers company was never his intentions... Nor was the responsibilities of dealing with his family's history and old friends. Reviving his playboy image, and taking advantage of his fathers lifestyle, Devlin is starting to love his hometown again. Until he notices Katrina... And his world has become very difficult. Could this be the beginning of something beautiful? Could Katrina find herself into trouble she never knew existed? And could Devlin really be the devil that everyone remembered. Everything seems to be going haywire in this small town of secrets. And Devlin and Katrina's love story might have you on edge. BW|WM Interracial love story

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