"Will it kill you to back the fuck up?" I snapped. "Yes, princess," he whispered sweetly against my ear, voice full of that sick affection. "It would. I would drop dead right here if I couldn't be next to you." "My lucky day," I muttered sarcastically.

Persephone Vivienne Devereaux was the perfect wife. She gave her husband everything-her time, her love, her entire life. She built her world around him, making sure his ran smoothly even when hers was falling apart. So why was it never enough? Why was his attention always somewhere else... with other women? Now she's left questioning her marriage, her worth, and the life she sacrificed to maintain. Kassian "Hollow" Sinclair is a name that stays on repeat-on playlists, in headlines, and on the lips of women who swear they're different. At just 25, he's already living a life most can't touch-money long, fame loud, and an ego to match. He's smooth, calculated, and dangerously charming... the type to pull you in without ever giving you enough to feel secure. Music is his escape, but control is his addiction. And women? They don't just want him... they lose themselves trying to keep him. Until her. Persephone is cold, boujee, and completely unimpressed. She doesn't care about his fame, his money, or his name-and for the first time in his life... Kassian isn't in control. What starts as curiosity turns into obsession. Lust turns reckless, boundaries disappear, and lines that should never be crossed get blurred. Because behind her perfect image is a woman starving for something real... and behind his fame is a man who only knows how to take. Secrets build. Feelings get involved. And now it's no longer just temptation-it's betrayal. When it all falls apart... who gets hurt first? And was it ever love... or just a beautiful lie? WARNING: Mature content, strong language, infidelity, toxic relationships, and explicit scenes. Read at your own risk.

Theia Celeste Lawson thought the hardest part of her life was over. Her daughter is off to college. The house is quiet. And for the first time in years, she finally has space to breathe. What she didn't expect... was him. Cairo Blackwell is twenty-one. Too young. Too smooth. Too tempting for a woman who knows better but feels lonely anyway. What starts as conversation turns into late nights. Late nights turn into feelings. And feelings turn into something Theia never planned to carry. She knows how it looks. She knows what people will say. She knows she's too grown to be caught slipping. But knowing don't always stop the heart. Now she's stuck between being the woman she raised herself to be and the woman learning how to live for herself again. Because starting over at thirty-two sounds easy... until love shows up where it doesn't belong. Warning this book will contain quite a bit of smut...

"I hate how much I need you, Niyah..." From just enemies, to enemies with benefits, to lovers. I hate how much I want him. But I can't escape him. Why? Because we're lawfully locked. An office romance between rival lawyers who try to fight the tension between them until they finally give in. "You say you hate me but you fuck me the same day." *a lot of smut included!*

WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT!! A story in which a woman is married off to a war general who leaves for a five year war. When he comes back he is nothing like the man she met all those years ago. Unedited

She fought in courtrooms with precision. He ruled studios with pain turned platinum. Together, they were power - but love made them human. He loved her carefully, like a man who'd lost before. She loved him steadily, like a woman who refused to break. Their story wasn't loud. It was intentional - built in silence, sacrifice, and the kind of fire that doesn't explode... it glows.

Sequel of The Truck Driver. The story continues with Tank and Kayla as they navigates life with their newborn baby TJ and planning their upcoming wedding.

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."

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