"Put down the bleach. Your skin is not dirt that needs to be cleaned out like yesterday's shirt. You are comprised of sienna, chestnut, and warm mahogany. Dark as the night sky, constellations are tucked neatly underneath your bones. Your skin reminiscent of the hot chocolate that warms winter nights. Like rings around a tree stump, you too have history etched into your melanin. Don't let the glaring whiteness, blind you from the beauty that you are. "

*BE ADVISED, CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. READ AT OWN DISCRETION* What if you had the power to create the perfect man and make him real through the power of a pen? Audrey Pain is a 25 year-old, self- acclaimed free-lance Erotica writer who does nothing but write about her fantasy men and what she would want them to do to her. She describes everything she would want: a sexy, tattooed, chocolate dominering God who had the mindset of a determined strong man and the skills of a freak underneath the sheets. He would have and possess the affection and love she so desired since she first started dating. She believes that kind of man doesn't exist, so she creates him in yet another novel. That is until she sees a man who resembles the desirable man in her book. He loves the same things, hate the same things, and possess the same features as her make-believe man. Even his wife! This all could be just a coincidence or it could be exactly what she's been looking for. She's willing to destroy happiness and love to have this man and experience everything and anything this dream man could do, but it's all just words in her book, right? But as they say, God is a Jealous God. How much can Audrey get away with before her guilt sets in from living in the fantasy world of her book and the gorgeous man who stands before her eyes?

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

What is so special about relationships anyway? Why do smart females always fall for the thug? Ask Azalea. Time after time she keeps telling herself that she is going to stop falling for no good boys around her neighborhood, but Quamaine is definitely not from around her or her expectations. Will Azalea fall for the thug, or will Quamaine lose something that he should have held onto? © 2014 by Qiana Lee

All characters and events in this story are completely fictional. If anything seems familiar it is completely coincidental. All situations in this story come completely from my imagination. ________________ "And you need to stop calling me 'shawty', I'm not your girl so stop pushing the issue, I don't want to be just another name in your little black book." I said sounding more appalled than I could ever really be. He started walking closer to me and before I knew it, he had my back against the wall and my left leg wrapped around his waist. The look that he gave made him look so powerful that I couldn't help but be intimidated and turned on at the same time. "Look mami I don't think you really hearin' me so let me break this shit down to you real brief. Imma be around for the time bein' whether you want to be or not, I'm not goin' no where. Just let me have one chance." "Prove it." ________________

Ayla Mitchell is smart girl who got stuck in summer school for reasons she couldn't control. Omari "O Dog" Anderson is a summer school regular who would rather be out making quick cash than be in a classroom. The book smart girl and the street smart guy: an unlikely pair that meet through a bag of chips. It starts off as a genuine curiosity about each other, then they open up more and more and start spending time together outside school. Is it a friendship, or something more? Can Omari give up his bad habits to please Ayla? Will Ayla accept the fact that she's falling for the the type of boy her parents warned her about? Find out how opposites attract in "Summer Schooled".

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LINE OF CARTERS! (BOOK 2): You probably heard of Damien Carter. The Player of players. Well, it's time to introduce you guys to his little cousin. Darius Carter. He's not much of a player like Damien, but he will fuck girls. He'll get into their panties and destroy them. After he figures out how faithful his favorite cousin, Damien, turned out to be to Alex; will Darius follow in his footsteps and do the same, once he meets Jordyn Creek or will he continue the Carter's tradition on being a lady's man?