BLACK AVENUE, EASTERN AMERIKA Everything's the same. But just a little bit different. Magic. Love. Entropy. All lawless. All wild. In 1876 a talented matchmaker is kidnapped and trapped inside an ancient genie lamp, forced to coerce beautiful women into sleeping with their unsavory captor. In 1954 a closeted professor is tangled in a violent conflict when he accidentally falls for the one soul he can't have: an androgynous D'Jinn stripped of their wings. In 2022 an overachieving college student discovers he's been crowned King of the Damned and stubbornly denies the title. But his new daemon servant won't leave him the hell alone. And Remi? Well, Remi just wants to see the World's Biggest Cowboy boot with her brother without losing a(nother) leg. This is fury. This is life. This is Hellacious. Where everything's different. But more of the same. //Highest Rank #616 Fantasy//

"Don't tell me you love me. Save it for your girlfriend." Rosaline eased him back onto the bed. Her molten eyes never left his. A clutch of black rope hung over her shoulders like a python. "If you're not my girlfriend then what are you?" It was a joke, but not really. He needed her to define him in concise terms, to stretch his finite limits in a world that'd labeled him "too much" and "too dangerous" since the day he could walk. She had to give him permission by degrees. In mind-blowing hedonistic excess. Until he was glowing and weary and blissed and exhausted and couldn't remember his own name. But only hers. Rosaline. Sebastian automatically spread his legs so she could stand between them and had trouble remembering a more debilitating arousal than this. She unbuttoned his cream dress shirt, unconcerned. His gaze touched where his hands couldn't. Control was hers and hers alone. "I got a better question." Rosaline teasingly drug a leather strap across his cheek as she straddled his lap. "What do *you* want?" Bas was a man of simple needs and even simpler desires. He could deny her nothing. It burned him to admit as much. "....You." He growled with heat, and a bit of borrowed shame. "I want *you.*" [Black/Latinx, Fem Domme, BDSM Lite, for older audiences]

❝No star in the sky will ever fall as hard or as fast as I fell for you...❞ ☼ When the universe exploded, the atoms of Salva and Jem split and were forced to the farthest reaches of space. They're just trying to find each other again. [ t h e s u n s b e t w e e n u s ] Kay Elle © All Rights Reserved

The story of your sexual capitulation told by the bloodthirsty supervillain who discovered your secret identity, ruined every chance of you maintaining a normal functioning relationship, and is kinda-sorta (without a doubt, definitely) obsessed with you. ***** Your name is Hector Jean-Baptiste. By day you're an upstanding college student: rugby star, stellar Haitian son, autism activist. By night you're Makeshift, an electrokinetic powerhouse hailed as the greatest superhero of our generation. Keeping your beloved alter ego a secret shouldn't be an issue, but recently your sadistic archnemesis, Vortex, can't seem to grasp the importance of personal space... Basically, the deadliest villain in the world disguises himself as a charming barista intending to seduce, corrupt, and destroy America's favorite poster boy (AKA You) only to fall dangerously in love with the kind-hearted man (Also You) behind the mask instead. Whoops? ★ Featured during #CelebrateBlackStories, #BlackPride2021, and #WrittenwithPride2021 ★ Wattpad Certified Fresh Read CONTENT WARNING: This story contains strong language, mild violence, sensual themes, and mentions of racism and homophobia.

A reclusive crown prince appoints a common thief as his bodyguard, plunging them both into deadly intrigue, court scandal, and most dangerous of all: love ***** Blue Sanlanh was a common thief rotting in a dungeon until Prince Camleang Bo takes a shine to her-and appoints her as his personal bodyguard. Blue has no use for royals, but she does have use for their money. But she quickly realizes that the most dangerous aspect of the Anachakar Court isn't the assassination attempts, vicious gossip, jousting tournaments, or masquerade balls... ... it's Prince Bo, because his threat isn't to her life--it's to her heart. ★ 2017 Watty Awards Shortlist ★ 1st Place Romance Winner of Wattpad Oscar Awards CONTENT WARNING: This story contains strong language, period-typical violence, sexually explicit scenes, and discussions of abuse.