"𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘, 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄? 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄." Dejah Champagne has always believed sweetness solves everything until the Santiago name walks through the doors of her bakery. Tony Santiago isn't just any customer. He's a mechanic with oil on his hands, a kingpin with weight on his shoulders, and the last man she should ever let close. Their families' blood runs thick with betrayal, and everyone in their world knows the two names don't mix. But Tony keeps coming back. For cupcakes, for chai... for her. His quiet persistence chips away at Dejah's resolve until one yes changes everything. What begins as a dangerous flirtation soon unravels into something deeper, something Dejah never thought she could feel. Yet love is never simple when loyalty is a battlefield. When Dejah's family discovers the truth and Tony's fear of commitment collides with the weight of his empire, they'll both have to decide: is their bond strong enough to survive the sins of their families, or will history tear them apart for good? Sweet meets street, sugar meets steel, and nothing will ever taste the same.

She takes the job because it pays too well to ask questions. He's an underground boxer with a private gym, a dangerous last name, and a reputation nobody explains out loud. Focused. Disciplined. Off-limits in every way that matters. She's there to keep fighters healthy, nothing more. No distractions. No lines crossed. But tension doesn't care about rules. Between late nights at the gym, lingering looks, and a pull neither of them names, lines blur fast. And when family business starts bleeding into the ring, she realizes this job comes with more than bruises. Some things happen in the spotlight. Everything else happens between rounds.

"Listen, baby. I don't wanna hear anything from you except my name. No fighting. No talking shit. You're gonna take my dick like a good girl because of the fucking hell you've been putting me through." "And if I don't want to?" "The door's locked, not barricaded," he scoffed smugly. "But you've had so many chances to tell me to give up on you and you never really did. I don't think you wanna leave, do you?" There was still a hint of doubt in his question, so he tightened his grip on my neck to compensate for his fear. This only made me hornier. He was about to ruin me. "No, Mr. Craft, I don't wanna leave." "Then give me your mouth." ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ In which a young professor is hired by the enigmatic Chancellor and founder of Craft University, who looks suspiciously young for his age. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This is a romance book with supernatural elements following Veronica Greene-Pierre and Sebastian Craft. It is Book 1 in The Craft Trilogy. Happy reading! xoxo. - Sami

Natasha Greers lives off of her daddy's money lavishly but strips on the side for her own enjoyment. One night she notices her new favorite customer by the name of Jackson Whitman, and finds herself in a world she tried to get a break from... Contains: mature language/ drug use/violence/sexual content

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.

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

He came for a hiding place. He stayed for the cook. Serenity Davidson has no time for strays. She's too busy running the best soul food catering business in Greensboro and keeping her heart in the Dudley neighborhood. As a proud Dudley High alum, Serenity knows how to handle the heat but she isn't prepared for the starving, half-dead man collapsed on her front porch. She does what she does best: she feeds him. He says his name is Kevin. He says he's an unemployed factory worker with "bad asthma." He is lying. He is Lorenzo Moretti, the ruthless Don of the Sicilian Mafia, battered and hiding in plain sight. He intended to heal, exact his revenge, and disappear. But after weeks of Serenity's soul food, her warm bed, and her sharp tongue, Lorenzo realizes he has a new addiction. He's not just going to take back his empire. He's taking the cook with him.

(Completed) Mature content warning ------------------------------------------ "Take off your clothes." "W-what?" I pry my eyes away from his lips to meet his bright blue ones. "I am going to strip down to my boxers. By the time that happens if you are still wearing any clothes I will rip them to shreds, do you understand?" --------------------------- Jeremy and Samantha always seem to find themselves themselves slipping away from each other so very often. As faith would have it they always find there way back to each other no matter what. #19 in bwwm 07/30/21 🥺🥺 #32 in black woman 💛 #2 in white 08/20/21 😳 #1 in situations 11/26/21 #1 in Toxic 1/27/22 #1 in Mess 11/19/22