In the blink of an eye, I lost everything - my mother, my home, and my life. The only thing she left me was a debt I couldn't repay and a bounty on my head, and desperate times require desperate measures. ---------------------------------------- A mischievous smile spreads across his lips as he takes a big step toward me, and as soon as I am within his reach, he grabs my hips and pulls me against him. I lay my hands on his chest and trace my fingers along the outlines of his tattoos as he maneuvers me back to his desk. My ass presses against the edge of his desk as he lets his hands run down my sides until he grabs my ass cheeks " Are you sore from last night, baby?" "I'm fine." "I hope you're not lying to me," he whispers against my lips.

"You're mine to kiss," he murmured against my skin, his mouth moving to my neck, pressing soft, slow kisses there. "Mine to love." Roman's lips continued to trace lower, lingering along my cleavage longer than I anticipated. His kisses were slow, deliberate, leaving behind a warmth I couldn't ignore. I felt the pressure of his mouth against my skin, each soft touch making it harder to resist him. His lips pressed against my skin, and I felt him leave a mark, a hickey right at the curve of my breast. My breath hitched as he pulled away slightly to look at the mark he left, his eyes dark with desire. I could see the need in his eyes-the hunger for me, the desperation. "If I ever catch you with another man again, Solana." he said in a low voice, his words practically a warning, "I'll kill him." first story please be kind!! will be smut but not a lot. * Okay this book needs to be edited I lowkey hate it*

Book Cover By: @writermarie__ Five years after a night of forbidden passion, a powerful mafia Don's violent pursuit of a debt leads him back to the enigmatic dancer unaware that she holds a secret that could shatter his empire: his heir. ••••••• Tristian Perry, the undisputed kingpin of New York's underworld, lives by a strict code: power, respect, and ruthless efficiency. A chance encounter five years ago with a young stripper named Lyric Raven resulted in a single night of intense passion, a night he barely remembers amidst the chaos of his life. Lyric, on the other hand, never forgot Tristian. That night left her with Trevor , a son she's fiercely protected, keeping his paternity a secret. Now, five years later, their worlds collide again with explosive force. Tristian, enraged by a dealer's betrayal, traces him to his apartment, only to find Lyric and Trevor living there with him. He kidnaps them both, intending to use them as leverage against her brother until his debt is paid. Lyric, hardened by five years of single motherhood but still possessing the spark that initially captivated him, ignites a dangerous desire he thought he'd buried. Tristian is torn between his ruthless nature, his growing affection for Trevor, and his re-emerging obsession with Lyric.

"Thank you Xavier." "For what?" "For loving and spoiling me the way you do. I'm eternally grateful for you and for our love." My whole body warmed at the sound of her words. Only he can heal her, and only she can heal him. But she's forced to keep her most prized temptation a secret. Rankings: ____________ #10 in Complicated #4 in Teen Romance #3 in Jealousy

Although she knew it was wrong she wanted more of it. After dropping out of college Aurora begins to model for a lingerie company called Exotica Lingerie and meets mafia boss Grey Valentino.

"I beg you give me a private show now." He asks with a grin spread across his mouth. "Anything you desire." I reply looking into his eyes. In one swift motion he lifts me off my feet effortlessly and puts me on his desk. "You sure you wanna do this. I really don't mind if your not ready." He says kissing on my neck and around my ear. "I want you now."

"The sweetly scented killer," Seth repeats, settling his hands in his pockets. His blue eyes survey the flower, then his head slowly cocks to the side. "Sounds a bit like you." I look up at him with curiosity. "What do you mean?" I tilt my head. "Well," he turns to me. "You're an angel. You walk like an angel, you talk like an angel..." His fingertips find their way to my waist, and they pull me closer. "You have the beauty of an angel." I smile at him, tracing the veins in his arms with my fingers when he lowers so that his lips graze my neck. He gives me a gentle kiss. He lines my neck with smaller kisses and keeps traveling up until his lips meet mine. I pull him close and plead with my eyes for him to kiss me. The eye contact maintains, and his sharp eyes don't break their hold on mine. "But your heart belongs to a demon." cover painting by Daniel Gerhartz

Diana Blackwood was a woman of many talents. She was the youngest owner of an industry leading fashion house. She was both famous and revered for her designing talents and business savvy. Diana was admired and respected, but what she wanted most was to be loved. Diana realizes that her friends with benefits situation with her best friend isn't all it's cracked up to be and decides to seek something real wherever it may be. A chance encounter forces her to let go of the control she's so used to having and open herself up to the unknown. Will the risk be worth it? Will Diana finally get the love she's been looking for or will heartache and pain be waiting around the corner?

The son of a Navy official, Mitchell Hollister has now enrolled into Annapolis' Naval Academy himself...will he be able to stick to the "destined script" that others have envisioned for him, or will he follow his heart and pursue his "taboo-esque" relationship with his once longtime friend and obsession, budding collegiate artist Jassandra Mills? Will their racially curious union survive what life has in store for them?

I pulled on my beige puff jacket as I opened the door. Just as I turn to the door, Elijah is standing right in front of me. "I've missed you so much." He tilted his head towards me, yearning for one of my kisses. I placed my hand against his face and pulled away. "Don't you have to go skiing?" He removed my hand. "And didn't you just see me this morning?" I asked, tilting my head and placing my hands on my hips. He bites his lips and pulls me closer. "I wanted to see you before we leave." He quickly pecked my lips and gripped my bottom. I lightly pushed him off and giggled. ✘✘✘✘✘ 𝘑𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘫𝘢𝘩 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴? (The pictures within this book aren't mine. I edit details and change a few things.)