She should have kept her mouth shut. Every night, Violet Johnson buries herself in dark romance novels. Possessive antiheroes. Cold men with dangerous power. Obsession that burns slow and devours whole. She loves every page... until she slams the book shut in frustration. Because none of those men are real. No man looks at her like she's his undoing. No man corners her and makes her pulse riot. No man feels dangerous enough to ruin her life beautifully. So she makes a wish. A stupid, half-asleep, whispered wish. "Just once... let me meet a man like that." The next morning begins like every other. Coffee. Headphones. Late for work. Until she walks straight into a wall of muscle and expensive danger. He smells like something forbidden. He looks carved, not born. His voice is low, controlled, cold enough to frost over skin. And when she panics and blurts out, "Sorry... you're just really handsome," she wants the ground to swallow her whole. He doesn't smile. He studies her. As if she's interesting. As if she's... entertaining. What Violet doesn't know is that the universe didn't misunderstand her wish. It answered it precisely. The man she bumped into is not fictional. He is not safe. And he is not the kind of man who allows coincidences. He notices how she stares too long. How her emotions flicker across her face like open pages. How she tries to hide her growing obsession... and fails beautifully. She falls first. Hard. Secretly. He falls harder. Dangerously. Possessive in silence. Strategic in pursuit. Amused by her shameless curiosity. And when he realizes she wanted a dark romance hero? He decides to show her what that really means. Careful what you wish for. Some fantasies do not come with safe words.

NOW ON KINDLE UNLIMITED! Read the full story, including exclusive scenes, via the link in my bio! 🔗 He came for a hiding place. He stayed for the cook. Serenity Davidson has no time for strays. She's too busy running the best soul food catering business in Greensboro and keeping her heart in the Dudley neighborhood. As a proud Dudley High alum, Serenity knows how to handle the heat but she isn't prepared for the starving, half-dead man collapsed on her front porch. She does what she does best: she feeds him. He says his name is Kevin. He says he's an unemployed factory worker with "bad asthma." He is lying. He is Lorenzo Moretti, the ruthless Don of the Sicilian Mafia, battered and hiding in plain sight. He intended to heal, exact his revenge, and disappear. But after weeks of Serenity's soul food, her warm bed, and her sharp tongue, Lorenzo realizes he has a new addiction. He's not just going to take back his empire. He's taking the cook with him.

𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝.. 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱. ⇱ 𝖬𝖴𝖲𝖤 - PARTYNEXTDOOR Once a rising star, she was discarded by her label for being "unmarketable," a blow that left her drowning in cheap liquor and late-night diner shifts. She keeps her head down, her voice quiet-until one night she forgets to mute her shine.
When she sings while closing up, a stranger lingers in the shadows, listening like her voice is oxygen. She doesn't know he's been watching her long before that night. 
She doesn't know he's the producer whose name used to sit on her dream board. 
She doesn't know he's the reason opportunity suddenly knocks again. Because he's not a stranger.
He's her next chance at fame-
and the stalker who's been rewriting her destiny from the dark. 🥇in #books.