(COMPLETE) Temah Amoah, an aspiring journalist and article editor joins one of the biggest companies that New York has to offer. She keeps to herself unless she is around family or extremely close friends. Her life is simple and a lack of complications all the way round until she meets her new boss. Douglas Coleman. Stubborn, dominant and intolerant to bullshìt. He has worked his way to the top and apart from a couple of flings, he never gets distracted. There is no way that this 5'6, curvy and inquisitive dark skinned beauty is going to throw him off! Right?....

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𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 '𝖘𝖎𝖗'

(EDITING BUT COMPLETE) Roses Are Red And Violet Is Blue. Doctor Violet Ankamah is a surgeon and a great one at that. Her life is perfect. Her job is perfect. Her poise, natural elegance and cold demeanor, makes everyone around her fawn. It's almost too good to be true... Until it isn't. After what feels like the worst fate comes crashing down on her, Violet must navigate her way again. It won't be a scenic route. She needs a guide.

A good one. And Mr Miller, thinks he's the man for the job...

He slowly turned to me with the meanest look I've ever seen on his beautiful face. His long legs allowed him to take three short steps towards me until we were face to face. He leaned down to reach my height and then pushed me against the wall. "I don't do relationships," he said very coldly. My heart dropped but my pride fell before my heart could reach my stomach. He resumed packing my bag. "Why not?" I asked with an attitude to appear unbothered but I really am. "Because, they're-" his sentence was cut off by gunshots. "Fuck!" He yelled then grabbed me and threw me on the floor behind the bed. _________________________ Life was never easy for Grace whether it was growing up in her country or moving to New York for a better life. But life never turns out the way you think it will. She'll soon find out whether or not, if one of the most dangerous man in the city, will be able to give her what the last man couldn't. Alessandro Columbo. That's all you have to say and men will twitch out of fear. The last name alone will get you to places you could never imagine. But that last name alone, can get you killed in a heartbeat. One of the most dangerous men in New York City, can't fall in love. Right?

Book Two to Grace. It's been four years and a lot has changed since then. Grace deals with constant pressure of being a single mother and running the business. Life has done a complete 360 for Grace. Things have only gotten harder for her but her bag had grown a lot too. Nothing can top the craziness she's dealing with in her life especially mentally. Or so she thinks.

Completed ✅ *BOOK 1 in the Gang Life series. * "You are mine! Do you understand?" He says. His soft lips are right up against my ear, his hands either side of my head and my back is up against the cold wall behind me. I roll my eyes at him, looking away. He slams his hand into the wall, making me jump and the white paint crack and chip. "Did you just roll your eyes at me?" He asks, voice dangerously low. "Don't do that... unless you want to see how I handle it" He groans, his dangerous dark brown eyes bore into mine. *** When young African-American girl Adeline Carter is faced with possibly one of the most interesting business deals of her life, how will she handle it? Will she rise above the challenge? Or will she crumble to his charms first?

He slowly backs up until his back is against the wall like my own, "You're..my neighbor?" He points to my door and I nod my head quickly. He hums softly, "You been here a while?" He asks and I nod my head once again. He chuckles, "Ya head hurt?" I nod again but stop as he laughs softly, "I-I mean.. no.. it doesn't." My cheeks burn red as I look at my shoes, "I-It doesn't hurt.." I repeat like a dummy and listen to him clear his throat, "So do you actually live there or was it bull?" He nods to my door and I play with my fingers, "Yeah.. I do.." I feel his eyes watch me and I quickly stop. "You live with your boyfriend or do you like sweatshirts that reach your knees?" He teased, making a giggle slip past my lips. I look away to the floor again, "I-I like big shirts... a lot." I mumble softly and he nods his head, "Hol' up." He puts his box down before walking over to one of the grey bins. I nosily watch as he pulls out a big grey sweatshirt, "Here." He holds it out for me to take and I stare at him with wide eyes, "F-For me?" I hesitantly grab the soft fabric as he chuckles, "Nah for ya mom." I puff my cheeks a little and give him a small glare, "Hush." He leans back against the wall and shakes his head, "It's cold out. You should put it on." ____________________________ She was a shy girl from the city with no spine and a list of problems so long that it could touch the floor and roll off her shoes. Though troublesome, she never truly minded because despite her fears, she was a smart little thing and worked around it. But like many of us, it kept her trapped in a tight little box. The fear of pain, insecurities, and endless thoughts held her back from the life she dreamt of. Until she met him. He was everything she could pray for and more. Tall, dark, handsome, intelligent, and caring. Perhaps she could peek out her little box.. just this once? __________ PLEASE STOP COPY PASTING MY BOOK!!!! THEIF!!! #1 in Daddy (1/1/2021) #1 in Black Romance (5/15/21)

"I'm 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓."

"Just fight a little while longer baby boy." "I'm tired."