"No, it's nothing. I guess the word itself makes me think that you think I'm attractive, but I know that's not possible. So, it's nothing, really. I just have to remind myself of that often." I was already halfway across the room before I knew what I was doing. What kind of people had she been surrounding herself with if she thought that she wasn't attractive? She was gorgeous, delicious, downright perfect in every way. I needed to show her what I saw. What she was in my eyes. I couldn't help myself. I had Genevieve up against the wall in a blink of an eye, a growl escaping my throat and mixing with her surprised gasp. Her hands still clung to the robe, trying to make herself seem smaller. I slipped one hand underneath, along her collarbone, while the other slid along her neck, to the back of her head where I gripped her loose bun and pulled it taught. "Babygirl, you're more than just attractive. You have me aching every time I set my eyes on you." My voice was a distorted growl, but I know she understood every word I said. I leaned my body in against hers to accentuate my point, and Genevieve's adorable mouth widened with a surprised gasp. I took that opportunity to claim what I'd been dreaming of since the moment I set my eyes on her. I dipped my head and locked my lips on hers, and realized in that sweet, blissful moment, that I had messed up. - Genevieve Blake was a well-known, almost famous, erotic romance author. She enjoyed meeting her fans and writing stories that made even her blush. What she hadn't planned on, though, was for a stalker to come out from the shadows and threaten her life. When the police can't do anything, she turns to Grim Security to protect her against the deranged lunatic. But who's going to protect her heart, and her body, from the intensity of Raphael Bard? **Chapters updated every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday! **Paperback available on Amazon! **Want early access to the entire story? Check my link in my bio on my homepage.

"Don't cry." I gasped. Leon. He stood a few feet away, watching me with that same intense stare. Those dark monolid eyes. I was terrified of him. And it wasn't because he was riddled with an ink sleeve running up his right arm, lip, ear, eyebrow piercings that glinted against his olive casted skin. Or even the fact that he was very tall and muscular. It was because his eyes were so intense they made my heart skip a beat. Everything about him screamed danger up close, but his presence felt... steady. Secure. My pulse continued to pound loudly in my ears. The way he was looking at me now, It made my skin burn in an entirely new way. He crouched slightly, his dark gaze locking onto mine. And then-so effortlessly, so intimately-his thumb brushed against my cheek, wiping away a stray tear. I flinched. Not from fear. From something else entirely. His touch was fire. "They shouldn't have said those things." His voice was softer now, a quiet rumble that slid over my skin like silk, a slight accent peaking through the vowels. "They don't know how to approach you. You intimidate them." I blinked. "Me?" His lips twitched slightly, as if amused by my confusion. Then-gently, the heat of his palm curled around mine, grounding, consuming, and he helped me to my feet. And then his gaze wandered. Slowly. Deliberately. Down my body. "They don't know how to appreciate a woman's body, so they make jokes." He says. Then- "If I were to have you," he murmured, voice impossibly deep, "I'd worship your body. Make you realize how beautiful you are until it's branded into your mind. Until one day, you'll look in the mirror and see what I see." My breath hitched. We stood there in silence. Then, he turned, walking toward the door, leaving me standing there, breathless, trembling, changed.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞"

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.

Aliyah, a joyful yet insecure young woman, embarks on a heartfelt journey to discover her true identity in Christ. Amidst the backdrop of a close-knit church community and bustling coffee shops, she navigates the challenges of rejection, unrequited crushes, and the struggle to fit in. With the help of her faith, a supportive mentor, and a few genuine friends, Aliyah learns that her worth is not defined by others but by her relationship with God. This light-hearted and humorous Christian romance novel explores themes of faith, self-acceptance, and the beauty of finding grace in unexpected places.

Chris flipped us, throwing me onto the bed only to pin me down, his hands gripping my wrists, keeping them at the sides of my head, his right leg in between my thighs. I smiled innocently when his green eyes fixed on my browns, even though my heart was racing like a fool. He was so close, only a few inches more and he could have easily bent down to claim those lips that have always been and always will be his. If only he knew. 💫💫💫 Disclaimer: this is not the cute story you expect, also it needs editing

[#1 Teen Fiction | #1 in Romance] Bad boy Luke Dawson is stuck living with clumsy nobody Millie Ripley for the summer. When she ran over his most prized possession, her world changed. She had to pay him back for every dime of damages, and the favors he called in weren't just about money. She had to pay him back, and everyone knows how payback is a... This is a love story. Hot boys like Luke Dawson never pay attention to nobodies like Millie. But here they were, two kids from opposite ends of the chain, set to turn the whole hierarchy upside down. Because no one can stop attraction. When opposite attract, the spontaneous reaction can be a combustion or a downright explosion. With Luke, my money's on the explosion. We're talking public humiliation, roller-coaster emotions, drama among cliques, prissy sisters, crazy mothers and a whole lot of hotness from resident bad boy and neighbor, Luke Dawson. And FYI, (c) copyright 2019 All Rights Reserved. Stay chill, N

THIS STORY IS CURRENTLY BEING EDITED. . . MIND YOURSELF. Nathanial King moved to Savoie, Louisiana to deal with his broken heart. He needed closure. With all the resources at his feet, he knew that building the pol-dunk town into something respectable would be easier than breathing. In and out no big deal...than he saw her across the way and decided right than and there that he would lay roots and build something with her. Convinced that he dreamed her up, the CEO of King Industries set out to claim what is right fully his. {interracial romance with black woman, white man} This story will be told through Nathanial King's point of view. WARNING THIS STORY INVOLVES ADULT SITUATIONS. [Savoie, Louisiana is a fictional town in Northern Louisiana.]

Noah Rollins, your typical all American good looking man and my long time best friend. He had it all the hockey career, the perfect girlfriend and all the female attention one man can handle. I, however was the wallflower, the girl that just blended into the background. The one who never took the risks, in fear of failing. The best friend to someone I so desperatly had loved since I was 13, but didn't say anything. So here I am in a jewelry store helping said best friend pick out a ring for his forever person. My heart told me not to go as I know it would break the moment he found that ring, but my best friend needed me on this important day. Sometimes thought it just takes one little incident to let that wallflower shine bright in that other person's eyes. This is the story of how that happened for Noah and I. Noah Rollins, 26 and the starting centreman for the Detroit Red Wings. He has the life he haf always dreamed of. NHL superstar, smoking hot girlfriend and a best friend he knew would always be there for him. When Noah makes the decision to propose to Anslee, his best friend Tiffany is there to help him pick out the perfect ring. Too bad the proposal doesn't go as planned. Tiffany, 26 and a rising Corporate star in the Red Wings organization. She has always loved Noah, but never said anything to him. Always self concious about her looks and comparing herself to the model like women Noah is always dating. She guards her heart alot while around Noah, but after he comes to her when his proposal doesn't go as planned, maybe there is hope for them yet. Thank you once again to @still_just_me for the amazing cover and banner designs

Highest ranking #1 in romancestories, #3 in the category Crush and #1 in category Chubby and #46 in category Romance. '' Philip..don't....please...not there'' I try lifting his face from my neck, but he responds by pinning my left hand on the mattress and sucking harder on my neck. I moan, I know he will not stop not until he's satisfied. He bites me before going lower for another hickey. I let out a little whimper of protest when he bites me again. Harder this time. 'I want the guys to know you're only mine.' he says before kissing me.