"Trust me to always put you first." He bent his head and whispered near my ear. "Always." ~ Unlovable? Big check! Or maybe not. After all, Carla has an affectionate husband, the prodigal son of a mafia Don, who is an expert at making her panties wet while promising to put her first. When enemies come looking, Dante is hellbent on keeping his wife safe. What will happen when keeping her safe gets in the way of putting her first? Carla is looking for peace, bomb-ass sex, and everlasting love but discovers that betrayal, poison, and murder are surefire ways to burn a relationship to the ground. ~ He leaned forward as his hand wandered over my hip and under my shorts to settle at the junction of my thighs. "I want you. I'll always want you. Nobody else. I want to spend the rest of my life loving the heck out of you, cariño." ~ This book contains steamy, erotic scenes, some violence, and strong language. This is book two in the Daybreak series. Add it to your library, and never miss a bonus chapter. Updates every Thursday. © 2024 Lady Altagracia. All rights reserved.

"Having sex won't make me less mad at you," I reprimanded, knowing it didn't matter what I said because I wanted nothing more than for him to make love to me. I wanted to feel his hands in my hair, against my arms and legs, down my hips, the inside of my thighs, gently around my throat, toying with my lips. I needed him to understand and see every inch of my body and then to still crave it. I needed this to go right for once, just to prove to myself the first time wasn't how it's always going to be. "True," He murmured against my ear, sucking a tender spot on my neck, lapping at it as my arms circled his head, pulling at the brunette strands of hair. "But it'll make you appreciate me more." __________________________________ 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 was raised from the ground up knowing nothing but comparison and perfection. She compared herself to her successful parents, supermodel sister, and glamorous friends. Instead of love, she harbored a raging jealousy for nearly everyone in her life. It was a blinding emotion she learned to cope with by controlling whatever else she could, whether it was how much she spent in a day or how much she ate. 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 wouldn't know jealously if it ran him over with a semi-truck. What was there for him to be jealous of anyway? If he didn't have something, he could get it. If he didn't like something, it could be changed. How could he be jealous when he was the blueprint of what a man should be? In the eyes of the public, at least. Both with egos and problems towering upwards to the Heavens, Simone and Nicolas cross paths in the worst way possible for egomaniacs. An auction. {MAJOR TW !!! WARNING⚠️ contains eating disorders} - This story is a recovery with romance, not a romance with recovery. I'll be focusing MAJORLY on Simone's character development and healing. #1 in thatgirl (period) • 01/7/24 ©kujiis 2023 All rights reserv

"You belong right here, Elysia. Not in New York with Julian, or out somewhere in the city galavanting around with Andrew, or anywhere near Canelley," He mumbled against a fresh mark on the base of my neck. "Right here, nowhere else." For two years Elysia Leal and Salvatore Grant's relationship had been strictly professional. She ran his errands and he ran his business. That is, until, a situation at work puts them in an awkward position causing the lines in their relationship to blur and feelings to ensue.

"I think we should stick to a professional relationship, clearly this friendship isn't doing us good." "I don't think I can do that." We were in a crowded room but his soft words never failed to reach me. "Why not?" His hands clenched at his side almost like he wanted to touch me but he held himself back clenching his jaw, his eyes never leaving mine. "Because not once did I ever see you as a friend Ellanore." "You said all you wanted was my time- what about that does not insinuate a friendship?" I questioned him. "If I clarify what I meant then it will all be over." His Adams Apple bobbed as he swallowed. "Not talking to you for 4 days was torturous as is, I don't think I can do forever." There it was, that tickle in my chest. That uncomfortable and suffocating feeling that honestly scares me more than it should. I lower my gaze because one more second of me staring into those eyes might lead me to make even more mistakes than I already have. "I'm sorry for putting you through that, Alecsandr." "If you're sorry-" He took another step closer, almost scaring my feet to retreat to safer grounds. "Then stop avoiding me Ella." ------------------------------------------------------------ Ellanore Presley has her sights set on making Partner at Dane's & Partners and claiming her rightful place at her family's table. But when her client, the enigmatic and irresistibly charming Alecsandar Balenski, keeps inventing reasons to be in her presence, she finds herself in a battle of will, torn between professional ethics and the captivating pull of his intense gazes. Published: July 31 2025 Completed: November 10 2025.

Synopsis: Her parents raised her to save lives. He was born to take them. At twenty-three, Dr. Evangeline James has her dream job and a haunted heart. One of Manhattan's youngest pediatric surgeons, she spends her days stitching up children and her nights keeping her demons in check. Raised under her parents' strict Southern roof-with gospel in her ears and shame stitched into her spine-Evangeline ran to New York for more than ambition. She came for air. For control. For secrets. She never expected to find him-a man bleeding to death behind a dumpster in the freezing cold, clutching a gun like it was a lifeline. One look into those brutal, obsidian eyes and Evangeline knew: this man was not a victim. He was a threat. And somehow, she still brought him home. He said his name was Lorenzo DeLuca. She knew it belonged to a monster. Not just a mafia prince-but the heir to the DeLuca empire. A man carved from violence and baptized in blood. A man who's used to getting what he wants-and now he wants her. Lorenzo is sin in human form. dark silk, loaded guns, and soft-spoken commands. He makes promises that sound like threats and touches her like she's already his. He says he'll protect her from his world-but his world is made of bodies, betrayal, and war. And Evangeline? She's no saint. What begins as a mercy spirals into a dangerous obsession. He's possessive. Unforgiving. Addicted. And the deeper Evangeline falls into Lorenzo's shadows, the more she questions everything-her morals, her loyalties, even her own pleasure. Because nothing about this is holy. Nothing about him is safe. But God, she craves him anyway. And she might not survive what loving him will cost.

DISCLAIMER: This book contains explicit content and mature themes intended for readers aged 18 and over. It is not a traditional romance, but rather a deeply complex and dark exploration of a toxic relationship. The characters' dynamics involve intense emotional manipulation, power struggles, and actions that may be triggering to some readers. Please be advised that this story delves into themes that are explicit, emotionally charged, and may not be suitable for all audiences. Proceed with caution. "Tell me again how you don't want me," he whispers, dragging his lips down her neck. "Say it under oath, and I might even believe you." Jasmine Taylor doesn't lose. Not in the courtroom, not in life. At just twenty-six, she's built an ironclad reputation: fierce, brilliant, and unshakably professional. But when she's assigned the biggest case of her career-defending Dimitri Alekseev, a dangerously alluring Russian immigrant accused of murder-her world begins to crack. Dimitri isn't just a suspect. He's a problem. Tall, tattooed, and terrifyingly unreadable, with ties to a powerful family the law doesn't dare touch. The evidence against him is overwhelming. The press wants him buried. And deep down, Jasmine suspects the whispers are true. But the more time she spends with him, the harder it becomes to separate fact from instinct. Because beneath his cold exterior is something intoxicating. Calculated charm. Raw heat. And secrets whispered in the dark. As the trial barrels forward, Jasmine finds herself pulled into his world-one filled with shadows, blood ties, and undeniable temptation. The closer she gets to the truth, the more she risks not just her career, but her safety... and her soul. What happens when the woman who always plays by the rules falls for the man who was born to break them?

She's his son's teacher. He's impossible to resist. One reckless weekend together and they're done for. Sophia is addicted. Peyton is obsessed. Now it seems neither one can let go. *Chapters marked with asterisks contain sexually explicit material* {{Yours for the Weekend is a completed story of mine that grew very popular for me on another platform. I will be moving all parts over here to Wattpad}}

London is a young woman trying to find her purpose and reach her goals. She meets Kareem and her world is forever changed. See how the couple navigates through childhood trauma, grief, and walking fully into the individuals they were always called to be. Will they be able to make it through? Or will it all be over before it truly begins?

I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.

Lyric Brown is a Bronx-born hurricane-part bartender, part artist, all heart. In LA, she craves more than survival; she wants to feel alive. Vanilla, acrylic paint, and stubborn hope cling to her skin like second nature. She doesn't follow rules, and she definitely doesn't follow men. But Diego Romierz isn't just any man. Diego lives in shadows-quiet power wrapped in Cuban silk and cold smoke. He built his empire on secrets and fists, never letting anyone close enough to see the scars underneath. Lyric was supposed to be a distraction. A risk he could control. One night, one broken rule, and a missed period later, they're both pulled into something neither of them knows how to hold. Love. Trust. A heartbeat on a screen. And for two people who've only ever known how to fight, family might be the hardest battle yet.