One disastrous spill. One powerful man. Maya Knight's mistake at a high-end Malibu restaurant lands her in the unexpected servitude of the undeniably alluring and intensely private Theodore Duke. Across the Atlantic, as she works to repay her debt, a far deeper connection sparks between them. Beneath Theodore's wealth and brooding exterior lies a wounded soul, and Maya discovers her own heart holds unexpected vulnerabilities. In this journey from obligation to intimacy, can they truly mend each other's broken pieces?

What age did your parents give you the talk? You know THE talk? About Santa not being real? It seems easy right? But what if I told you, Santa existed? And what if I told you he was a young, hot and unapologetically prideful man. Well, come on in! This is the story of a 21-year non-believer whose life changes when she meets a young Santa...named Nick

[SAMPLE. Paperback and Kindle e-book OUT NOW] A woman who's been through too much and a man that seems too good to be true. Raelynn and Milo. ***** 21-year-old Raelynn Garcia just moved into her new apartment when she gets stuck in an elevator with her downstairs neighbor, Milo Evans. He's built well, perfect even, with a smile that could blind, and she finds herself spewing all her problems out to this stranger she's forced to be accompanied by. After Milo pitches to her a deal to fake-date in order to convince her family that's she's not the unhinged girl she once was, things take a turn in directions she never could've seen coming. [[Content warning: mention of SA; insomnia, and claustrophobia]] Started: February 17th, 2022 End date: September 15, 2022

"Why do you keep doing stuff like that?" I asked in a whisper. I walk over to him and grab his arm to stop him from painting. His body stiffened under my touch, and I couldn't help but smile at his reaction. "What do you want from me, Tate?" I asked arms made its way around his waist. I could feel my stomach jump to my throat. I laid my head on his back, rubbing my face against him. Engulfing myself in his scent. My heart began to pound uncontrollably but I quickly regain control before I continued. "Earlier today you said you'd never see me more than a friend." His breathing was uneven. Like he was nervous. "But the way you look at me, the way you talk to me? They say something completely different." He became even more ridged under my touch. I could help but giggled at his demeanor. The usual cool, collected Tate was now at my mercy. "Do you want me as a friend-" I said in a whisper. I began to become more bold and allowed my hands to travel. They landed over his chest and I could feel his heart thumping und my hand. While the other hand glided over is abs. "-or do you want me?" I asked. He removed my hands off of him and turned so that he was facing me. The look in his eyes rocked me to my core. There was a hunger in them. And it terrified me, but in a good way. In a way I wanted to explore. A smile soon crossed his lips. He was so close that I could feel his breath. "Your treading on dangerous waters, Little owl." He said in a low tone that made my body shiver. I ignored the pounding in my head and lungs and began to move a little closer so that our bodies were flushed against each other. His arms wrapped around me quickly holding me against him. "I like danger." I said in a whisper. "I know what I want." I said I'm a drunken daze. "And what is that?" He said in a chuckle. "You." Read up on the love story of Tate and Meloni. Will this cool and calculated playboy be able to resist the charms of the innocent yet strong girl with a deadly secret?

Iman Harriott is an 18-year-old black girl with Indian roots, who is one step closer to reaching her dream, due to her acceptance to one of the prestigious universities in England, Oxford. Iman is known to be very passionate when it comes to controversial topics- let's just say that she's on the left-wing sides on things. Alistair Ryle is the complete opposite of Iman, except both of them being ages of 18, going to Oxford and are very passionate about particular topics they speak on. Unlike Iman, Ryle was born into money- privilege you could say, only believing that the patriarchal society is the right way of life. Call him a far right-wing conservative, and he'll walk with proudness and dignity. It only took one sneaky link up for the two to lose their fucking minds, not being able to keep their hands off each other, they try to maintain a relationship more than sex...even if it ended up hurting a couple of people along the way. Stick around to see what the cruel future will hold for Alistair and Iman, and will they be able to mend their differences.

(BWWM) EDITING "That cannot happen again." Sunny spoke breaking the silence between us. We must have been sitting in my car for a solid five minutes without saying a word to each other. "Why?" I said I not bothering to look at her. I kept my eyes forward. "Because it's not appropriate." She was stern in the way she was speaking but I could catch the slight uncertainty in her tone. I decided to mess around with her until she finally breaks and confessed how she really feel. "Did you forget you kissed me back." I turned my neck to look at her. She bit her lip and looked down. "Yes, I know and I shouldn't have done that." "Why? Isn't that what you wanted to do." I smirked making sure to watch her every movement. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Sunny Rose is a 21 year old college student. Her life has not been the same since she was blindsided and dumped by her ex boyfriend who she thought she was going to spend the rest of her life with. After going through a deep depression she no longer leaves the house unless it's for school or going to the mall. Sunny accepted her homebody lifestyle. Yet everything is flipped upside down when a certain star quarterback of the school has his eyes set on her. Logan Hill has always had it all. The money, the girls, the looks. He has gotten every girl he ever wanted. What stared out as an innocent conquest to get Sunny to sleep with him turned into something much bigger. With family drama he has to deal with and his developing romantic feelings for Sunny, Logan is now in unfamiliar territory and does not know the first thing to do when it comes to being in a relationship. *In need of major editing* lots of grammar mistakes 🤷🏿‍♀️ *Mature Audience only* Published 12/22/21 Finished 2/26/22 ❤️

Ava, an innocent small-town girl, gets sucked into the world of underground fighting when she catches the eye of Shawn Michaels, the irresistibly hot reigning champion. ***** Ava McAdams isn't sure what to expect when she moves to Boston for college. Her sheltered upbringing leaves her exposed to a harsher world, and one complicated male in particular -- Shawn Michaels, the tattooed and intimidating underground fighter who is nothing like anyone she has ever met before. But is falling for him worth the risk of knowing she might lose him every time he enters the ring? [word count: 100,000 - 150,000 words] Cover designed by Ren T

NOTICE: First Three Chapters are free, and readable but the rest of the book can be bought online. Please follow @authorcr4vinz on Instagram to stay updated. And for any queries, @zcr4vinz@gmail.com "Don't Play Games With Me." He Whispers As He Pulls Me Onto His Lap. "I'm Not." I Bite My Lip. "Then Tell Me, Who You've Been Texting All Day." × × × Everybody wonders how I do it. How I love the most dangerous man on this planet. How I keep him mine with his wild looks, and handsome figure. When really, I didn't fall for him. . he fell for me. _____ Model in the cover: Instagram- _Amoafoa_ ❤❤ https://instagram.com/_amoafoa_?utm_source=ig_profile_share&igshid=17qgc9hx1nyly #41 in Romance 01/02/18 #21 in Romance 13/02/18 #18 in Romance 19/02/18 #6 in romance 26/03/18 #5 in Romance 02/04/18

"I am so sorry I'm late." My red woolly hair flopped onto my face and I huff, throwing my bag on the chair to put it up. I haven't noticed the prisoner yet as I pull down my black pencil skirt that stuck to my hips a little too tight due to the shrinkage in the washing machine. "This. . . is my therapist?" A deep mocking voice came and I cleared my throat, finally meeting the seemingly Black eyes of Prisoner 409. My breath catches in my throat as a slow smirk grazes his face. The handcuffs remained stuck to his hand as he slowly rubbed his bare chin. "Behave 4-0-9" The prison guard slapped the table before leaving and I was still frozen. "Why wouldn't I? Chocolate just happens to be my favorite flavor."

A book full of angry black feminist op-eds and rants written by this black girl so keep your misogynoir to yourself ✨ i am not a teacher so please don't ask me teach you or educate you... google is free✨