**THE BROKEN BENEFACTOR** War doesn't end when the plane lands. Lance Corporal **Ethan Raye** comes home from Syria alive-but barely. Once a proud Marine with a future, a fiancée, and a body he could trust, Ethan is now trapped inside pain, nightmares, rage, and a disability he never asked for. The battlefield took pieces of him. The silence at home threatens to take the rest. His fiancée, **Charlotte**, promised to stand beside him. But love looks different when the man who returns is no longer the man who left. Then comes **Valerie**. After a chain of family tragedies destroys the life she was trying to build, Valerie is forced to drop out of college and return home to save the family house and the land her parents sacrificed everything for. Taking a job as a healthcare worker is supposed to be survival. A paycheck. A way to keep her family from losing the last thing they have left. She never expects Ethan Raye. He is wounded, angry, guarded, and drowning in secrets. She is exhausted, determined, and carrying burdens no one sees. Every day she cares for him, Valerie learns that some pain does not bleed where people can see it-and some men are not broken because they are weak, but because they have been strong for too long. But Ethan's past is not finished with him. Secrets buried before the war begin rising. Charlotte's love may not be as steady as it seems. Valerie's heart becomes the one place Ethan starts to feel human again. And when suffering, loyalty, guilt, and desire collide, one question becomes impossible to ignore: Can a woman fighting to save her own home help a wounded soldier find his way back to his? **He lost himself for his country. She helped him find his way back home.** A gripping **military romance**, **wounded hero romance**, **caregiver romance**, and emotional **interracial romantic suspense** about sacrifice, survival, forbidden feelings, family secrets, and the kind of love that finds you when life has already torn you apart

"I'm going to breed you Elio. I'll fill you up with my cum over and over again, until it's dripping down your thighs and even then...i won't stop." Lucien Hale has been searching for his mate since he came of age. At twenty four he has a year left to find his mate before he's forced to marry to continue the Alpha's bloodline. Elio Bennett spends his days working at a bookstore and his nights working on his novel. All he wants to do is write. His whole life is turned upside down when he meet his mate who just so happens to be a man.

"Please, baby... I only got a taste. I 𝓝𝓮𝓮𝓭 more." ♧👻♧

Kensley wasn't sure what she wanted in life until she met Elijah. Elijah had everything he wanted in life, and then he met Kensley. Despite both their better judgment, a reckless romance ensues, leaving many casualties along the way.

He struggles with touch. She struggles with trust. How could these two, afraid of necessities of love, ever come to need each other? * * * Ulyssa Miller, a proud college student in psychology, strives to become the best therapist she can be in order to hopefully save her father from himself. She's as goal-oriented as she is anxious, especially on the boundaries of romance. One day though, a certain instance happens that pulls her and the headman of the town into a game of tug of war, and it was all but pleasure, specifically when he points out to her that she's gone under influence of a mental disorder herself. Vincent Lorence, always wearing leather gloves and drowning in agony, is one of the richest, most mysterious men in the city, but also the mayor. So, what happens when he lets out his embarrassing secret to this woman? ~~~ Will he cower to protect his reputation, or will Ulyssa stay away to shield her heart? 𝙊𝙧, 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙨...𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣, 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⚠ Will Contain Mature Content ⚠ ➥ Started: 6/7/21 - Finished: 7/30/21

She was a harlot, whore, escort, lady of the night, adulterer, slut and many other things society shamed her with. Comes with the job...she guess. Thirteen years on the streets, she learned those names did not matter, because being a whore or an escort paid her living. There is nothing more or less to it than that. It didn't matter that she didn't matter. A ghost in the world, who comes alive at night where everyone saw her as what she does; not who she was. Until recently, that changed. She was noticed. By a detective. And the serial killer he was chasing after. Romance: Involves Black love and BWWM

W H I T E O U T ❅ The contract was simple: Two weeks. Two hundred grand. Don't fall in love. For 𝑱𝒐𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆, it's a desperate bid to survive her debt. For 𝑯𝒂𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓, the cold heir to a billion-dollar empire, it's just business. Play the adoring girlfriend for his family's winter retreat, take the money, and leave. Then a blizzard hits. Stranded entirely alone in a remote mountain estate, the icy boundaries between them melt into a bruising, suffocating heat. But when the snow clears and the contract expires, Joelle quickly learns a terrifying truth: Hadrian Sinclair doesn't let go of what's his. The phone lines are cut. The snowplow is sabotaged. The doors are locked. The blizzard is over, but Joelle's nightmare is just beginning. Because the only thing more dangerous than a man with a frozen heart, is the monster that wakes up when it thaws. ❅ "The contract has expired, Hadrian. The roads are clear. Let me go." His pale eyes dropped to my lips, his thumb tracing the pulse racing at my throat. "What roads, Joelle? It's still snowing. We're snowed in. We'll be snowed in forever."

I opened the door only to see dozens of police cars in front of the house and that terrifying black truck. I quickly closed the door and looked at the three of them. Rebecca turned and looked at her son and husband. "I had to call. If they traced her back to us they could kill us." Derrek said looking at his mother. "Ahsha if you come out now no one will be hurt. You have my word." I heard him speak with ease. I looked down at Nasir and I knew I couldn't go on the run with an infant. I couldn't let Rebecca or her family get hurt because of me. I sighed kissing Nasir forehead before opening the door. "Ahsha?" I glanced back at Rebecca. "We'll be okay," I said giving her a reassuring nod before stepping outside to face the man who against my better judgment still held my heart. He walked towards me stopping just a few feet in front of me. He stared into my eyes and I watched as they shifted between green and black before they rested on black.

"Deja, I see you!" Logan yelled, shutting me up. "I've always seen you. I don't give a shit about your past or your job. I never did! Could you stop making assumptions about me for one goddamn second and just see how in love with you I am? Fuck!" ********************** In which a young, college dancer with a traumatic past is so used to being judged, she becomes the accuser... but being on the defensive all the time may cause her to miss out on the one player who actually wants to understand her.

"Amari, you guys have been best friends for too long. There's no way you two haven't done something." "We're just friends. Some of us can manage keeping our hands to ourselves." ---- Amari and Tyler have been best friends since they were kids, but, as always, people grow and things change. Amari, once boyish, begins to change her style and wear clothes that accentuate her curves. Tyler begins to notice. After one dark encounter at a party, an agreement is put into place. Will things stay strictly friendly or will feelings be caught?