At age 30, publications editor Kelsie Taylor is slowly losing hope in finding her fairytale romance. The stories of the women around her who experience abuse and heartbreak along with her own experiences have made her cautious about entering a relationship. Her dream of finding forever love as a young adult is yet to actualize because none of the suitors she encountered so far have made a striking first impression. "I know that with Jamaican men I might have to kiss a few frogs before I find a prince but right now mi feel like a only frog deh here. Most of dem nuh worth more than a hi," she says to a man she only had brief, casual interactions over the past few weeks. He chuckles at her disclosure. "Yuh mean yuh just nuh kiss di right frog yet. And why yuh feel like yuh need a prince or a knight? You are no damsel in distress. You don't need saving." She shrugs at his observation, not sure how to respond. "You just need to get out of your way. I can bet you have written off men with a lot of potential with just one glance. But people are multilayered. You have to peel back the surface to get a better look at what's underneath before writing off a person," he adds. His advice might be just what she needs to guide her past the hurt she's witnessed and take the leap of faith to find true love. ⚠️Trigger warning: This story contains acts of violence and sexual abuse.

In a world where trust is hard to come by and emotions run deep. Some stories don't begin at hello-they begin with secrets and truths we don't know how to face. Da'Leah knows better than to fall for someone like Maeson-charming, wealthy, and dangerously confident. But when the guarded, enigmatic Jamaican music producer and businessman slides into her DMs, she finds herself drawn into his world-one who's more myth than man-the connection is instant, electric, and unsettling. What starts as flirty banter in DMs turns into something neither of them can ignore. Their online connection leads to a real-life encounter that changes everything. Maeson is respected and feared, with a reputation that keeps women guessing and the industry watching. He has built his success from the ground up, but beneath the surface, there are things that could threaten everything between them and shake the foundation of any relationship. But Da'Leah is different. She doesn't chase clout or fall for charm. Fueled by her shares of challenges, ambitions, successes, and the desire for an even softer life. She challenges him at every turn in ways no one else has, refusing to be another conquest in his story. And it both terrifies and awakens him. As their bond deepens, so do the cracks. Ghosts from Maeson's past linger like unfinished songs. Da'Leah's walls are high, but her truth runs even deeper. Surrounded by watchful eyes, complicated exes, and dreams too big to fit in small places. From studio sessions to whispered confessions, stolen kisses to emotional standoffs-their story unfolds with tension, passion, and a vulnerability neither saw coming. With a shared history neither of them realizes, they must decide whether their connection is a spark worth nurturing or a fire destined to burn them both. Will they choose fear or freedom? Power or partnership? Because this isn't just a love story-it's a reckoning. And in the world of Love & Dancehall, nothing stays hidden for long.

The Costantino Sequel - Featuring Costa, Millie, the twins, and all the Accardi madness readers know and love, ROCCO is a slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers descent into obsession, loyalty, and fire. The Accardi family is back. And this time, it's Rocco's turn. At 30 years old, Rocco Accardi is known for a lot of things-his temper, his recklessness, his complete disregard for consequences. As the future underboss of Sicily's most feared family, he was never meant to feel anything. Until her. Alessia Russo, 26, Palermo's top real estate agent, has spent the past three years keeping things strictly professional. Which is hard to do when your most dangerous client spends every meeting flirting like it's a sport-and you've had a crush on him since day one. He's chaos. She's control. Their relationship was never meant to cross the line. But one wrong step-and everything spirals. Rocco doesn't know how to love. But he knows how to destroy. And once he decides she's his, he'll burn the city before he lets her go. Something is coming. And nothing will be the same after it hits.

What is wrong with him? I hate that he stares. I hate the feeling it gives me. It's unsettling... Blood rushes to my face... my head... It's... nauseating. And inconvenient. If he would just stop staring, I could get on with my life and my time here. So what if we've met before? He can continue to ignore me as he has been. I can do the same with no problem. None at all. I just... I want him to look away. I need him to. So I can breathe.

Synopsis: Her parents raised her to save lives. He was born to take them. At twenty-three, Dr. Evangeline James has her dream job and a haunted heart. One of Manhattan's youngest pediatric surgeons, she spends her days stitching up children and her nights keeping her demons in check. Raised under her parents' strict Southern roof-with gospel in her ears and shame stitched into her spine-Evangeline ran to New York for more than ambition. She came for air. For control. For secrets. She never expected to find him-a man bleeding to death behind a dumpster in the freezing cold, clutching a gun like it was a lifeline. One look into those brutal, obsidian eyes and Evangeline knew: this man was not a victim. He was a threat. And somehow, she still brought him home. He said his name was Lorenzo DeLuca. She knew it belonged to a monster. Not just a mafia prince-but the heir to the DeLuca empire. A man carved from violence and baptized in blood. A man who's used to getting what he wants-and now he wants her. Lorenzo is sin in human form. dark silk, loaded guns, and soft-spoken commands. He makes promises that sound like threats and touches her like she's already his. He says he'll protect her from his world-but his world is made of bodies, betrayal, and war. And Evangeline? She's no saint. What begins as a mercy spirals into a dangerous obsession. He's possessive. Unforgiving. Addicted. And the deeper Evangeline falls into Lorenzo's shadows, the more she questions everything-her morals, her loyalties, even her own pleasure. Because nothing about this is holy. Nothing about him is safe. But God, she craves him anyway. And she might not survive what loving him will cost.

ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴛʀɪᴄᴋʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴄᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴄʀᴜᴍᴘʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ?

"The Hacker and the Mob Boss" ❦ Reyna Fields seems to be an ordinary girl with her thick-framed glasses, baggy clothes, hair always up in a ponytail, and her head tucked away behind a computer screen. However, no one knows she's armed with a genius IQ and a heart of gold. She hacks her way into virtual systems on a search for her mother. Unfortunately for her, she has hacked into the wrong database. She hacked into the database of the notorious mob boss, Santino "Saint" Venturi. Saint is the opposite of his name. He's known for his ruthlessness. As a mob boss to a mafia, he learned to eat or be eaten. When Reyna stumbles upon his database, a plan dispersed into his mind. He's going to take her. ❦ "I don't share, angel." "He's a friend," she found herself saying. Dante was too busy staring at her to notice the fiery glare in Saint's eyes. She was mentally praying that Dante would just look away. His fingers trailed up her leg before his hand latched onto her sex. He held her there while a small gasp left her lips. "I will fuck you on this table if he doesn't stop looking at what belongs to me." ❦ READ BOOK 2 -> The Kingmaker HIGHEST RANKING: #5 romance - 6/26/22 Dark Romance Cover by @-simplyhan

"Move from in front a mi," I say. But it comes out softer. Weaker. More honest than I intended. I'd be on the first plane out of here tomorrow. Nothing that we've said in the past twenty minutes would matter once I am on that plane. We are tied to each other, and our pasts don't have to intertwine any more than they already have. He doesn't move. I step sideways. He mirrors me, like he's tethered to the same gravity. "Kymani-" "Selah" My name in his mouth feels like a dare. A part of me wants it to feel like a promise. I shake the thought. After what feels like a standoff written in the marrow between us, he finally exhales and steps back. Barely. But enough. I don't waste it. I slip from his hold, my heartbeat pounding in my throat, in my ears, in the soles of my feet as I bolt toward the door. I leave him there. Leave the house. Leave the heat still burning between us. And I run. Fast, desperate, the same way I did the first time I left this place. The same way I survived. I don't look back. Not at him. Not at the house. Not at the version of myself that's still trembling inside those walls. Not anymore.

"Kassauni, there is more to life than continuous pain and suffering. I am sure you know that, and no one is asking you to go through it alone," She told me. I took a long drag from the blunt and held it in my lungs before releasing it. "Whatever yah talk 'bout sound like a fairy tale and mi nuh want yuh feel like me is a problem fi yuh fix," I stated, staring into her eyes. She frowned, deeply. "You need to talk to someone, or me. I am here for you if you need anything." Her voice came out softer than usual. "Rosalia, left that. It nuh concern yuh," I told her. She hissed her teeth and slapped the blunt out of my hand. "Mi try talk to yuh, but if yuh nah go at least try to get help then mi nuh need fi deh here. Stay by yuhself since a that yuh fucking want." She turned and started walking away. // He was abandoned by his parents. Time and time again they let him down, not realizing that each time it was draining him. He isn't the most sentimental guy, probably one of the most nonchalant and controlling people you've ever met. She was sweet and came from what people would call the perfect family. In a short time, she made him indecisive and question himself. Peeled away every armor he had shielding his insecurities. She broke him but stood by him while he rebuilt himself into a better man. The man he always wanted to be. The man he knew she deserved. _______________________________ - Mature Content (18+) - Violence

WARNING!!!! explicit language, abuse and strong sexual content. "Mi tired a yuh a swear 🤬!" I say out loud then quickly regret it. "Repeat weh yuh just seh pu**yhole!" He dare me. Tired a who? Pu**y yuh think you cah lef me... a white man yuh wah" I could see how murderous he is in his eyes. "Mention nth like dat outta you mouth again and see" he says, flinging me back on the floor. Imagine having a bright dream of being a successful young lady. To make an example to other young girls in the ghetto but end up trapping a the path of life that you have always wanted to avoid.... Imagine risking your life and sanity just to help the one's you love but ended up in a dangerous game that you can't get out of. Kayla mullings have all those dreams, she have her life plan out so perfect but it all shattered when she agree with her sisters dangerous idea to use the Don of their community but it all went different when she falls in the arm of Ackeem Dragonheart otherwise known as Prezii. I am sure this is a novel you all will enjoy.... so.what are you waiting on? go add STEPPING OUT to you library and dive in. Thank you.