I felt his hand as it gently pushed the strands of hair that were blocking his view of my face, behind my shoulder. The action caused his fingers to involuntarily graze my jawline and neck making me stiffen. The short contact left my body feeling warm and my breathing to suddenly turn irregular. "I think you look beautiful." He said in that deep, soft voice that made me feel funny. I could still feel his fingers in my hair as they now seemed to instinctively move around the strands. "Thank you.." I whispered, surprised at how softly it came out. Could he even hear it? "My pleasure mamas." He replied, giving me my answer. The words leaving his lips sounded so good that I had to look to make sure he'd actually said them. Before I knew it my body was slowly leaning towards him and even in my dazed state I didn't miss his inching towards mine. • • • Follow Athena Kingman as she experiences life and love in ways that she's never imagined before. This is the story of a young woman growing and learning what it means to fully undergo all of the "New Heights" that come with living out your own journey and the stories friendship, companionship and self-love bring about. Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the image used to make the cover photo. No need for copyright infringement. BWHM (Black Woman Hispanic Man) BWBM (Black Woman Black Man) BWSM (Black Woman Spanish Man) TEASER CHAPTER IS UP Still adding and editing.

Aïda is the only child of a rich African billionaire, though she was born in Canada. She is already used to moving to different countries for her studies and has come to free ridge to finish her schooling and go to an American university. She didn't plan on getting attached to the place or to that particular person in it.

This is not a romance. But along the way, they might find love.

"Stop it, Dax." I wouldn't meet his eyes, I couldn't. His hot breath trailed up my neck, his soft lips ghosting over the exposed flesh. He chuckled when my back arched involuntarily, my cheeks flaring hot and pink. "It's Officer Rivera, to you." His deep voice rasped quietly in my ear. "Besides, you don't want me to stop, Princesa." "If you don't stop, I'll-" "You'll what?" He interrupted, smirking against my jawline. "Call the police?" Jane Kingsley is a Veterinary Medicine major at the University of California-Davis. If she isn't at school, she's either working or lounging around the house she shares with her best friend, Vivian Tyler. Everything in Jane's life was getting back to normal, almost boringly average. But then Officer Daxon Rivera moves in next door. Flirty, sexy, and a total asshole: Officer Rivera is everything Jane wants to stay away from. But can she? -Mature Content within- Ranked #32 in Romance [2-1-2018]

A black, business owner of a small New York City bakery, Danielle has achieved success. She owns her own home, has traveled the world and is only 26 years old. Even with all her successes, she remains compassionate and selfless. The only thing she hasn't been quite successful in is her love life. Enter in Derek. Derek is a handsome white male also living in New York City. His beauty however, is buried under dirty brown, shoulder length hair, a full beard and clothes that haven't been washed in years. He's been homeless since he was 16. Now he's 28. After being constantly harassed by shop owners and police officer and moved from place to place, Derek finds a new place in the alleyway behind a bakery. As the New York winter begins to roll in, Danielle's compassionate persona moves her to do things most people wouldn't.

All Supermodel Charlotte Sinclair wants is REVENGE on the man that not only left her at the altar but faked his death afterwards... All she wants is some answers...and to put him 6 feet under... *Warning: This Story Deals With Mental Illness.*

Alaina is a dark skin girl who is learning and trying to love her self for who she is inside and out, but that can be hard because not many people in this world like dark skins, read about her journey of self love and unconditional love. There's nothing wrong with having more melanin than others. Brown sugar and spice and hair with no lice my God she's a black woman. I do not own the cover photo *MY STORY IS NOW ON GOODNOVEL PLEASE CHECK IT OUT FOR THE FULL STORY

Two weeks had passed since my parents had come to the Bahamas and we still knew absolutely nothing. They even offered up a large reward to anyone who had information about Miah's disappearance. All that had gotten us was numerous fortune hunters and a bunch of false leads which wasted everyone's time. My days were spent scouring the island with Miah's picture, but the outcome was always the same, no one had seen her. I tried to call Caleb right after Miah disappeared but I was told by his business partner that he had flown out of the country on an emergency deal and wasn't expected back for the next few weeks. That struck me as odd because he and Miah were supposed to be married the weekend after her disappearance. So I left a message with his partner to have him call as soon as possible. I'm still waiting on Caleb's call.

Caught between her way and her brothers, Sin moves into a neighborhood that her brothers all agree she'd be safer in. But two guys, one that is the epitome of all things you should stay away from, and the other more sensible and well mannered, the choice is obvious. But what they don't know is Sin is not the fragile little female her brothers shaped her to be. She can be satan.

It was the summer of '93, and the weather was almost hotter than the location. But then again, what could be hotter than hell? The Ninth! Some would assume that the steam which rose from the broken sidewalks in front of the brick apartment building justified the neighbor hood's nickname, the Ninth Circle of Hell. The heat wave however, had nothing to do with why people associated Messalina projects with Dante's Inferno. No, that honor went to the infestation of dealers, crack heads, boosters, and hoes. Dope boys handled their business like it was legal, and everyone learned to look the other way. If they didn't learn, then they never got the chance to look again. Life in the ninth operated by the code of the wild, predators ate and prey got eaten. The drug dealers sat on the top of chain. Boosters, strippers and hoes fell somewhere in the middle, while the crack heads and the civilians clung to the last wrung. Everyone knew their assigned roles and no one ever deviated from the script. Cleopatra James, an unremarkable thirteen year old girl, understood better than anyone, her dictated place in the procession. But that didn't mean she accepted the role she'd been given to play.