VIOLET I've been called too much since the day I grew hips and learned how to use my voice. Too loud. Too soft. Too thick. Too Black. Too hungry for men who never knew what to do with me. That's fine. Let the weak choke on my flavor. I came here to work. A two-month contract with a secretive werewolf pack, patching up warriors and pretending the whole fated mates thing doesn't apply to humans like me. Then I met him. Leon Starling-six-foot-six of alpha arrogance, with glacier eyes and a body built to sin. King of the Crescent Moon Pack. And apparently... fated to me. Our first meeting? In his oversized, overcompensating office. He told me to show respect. I told him to choke on it. "You're in my territory, human," he growled. "And you're in my light," I said. "Move." The problem? I don't want to be claimed. I want to be taken. But every time I lean in, he backs off. Like he's scared I'll break. "I don't want to hurt you," he says, voice hoarse, fists clenched. I smirk, slow and wicked. "Then you're not man enough to fuck me." ⸻ LEON She walked into my office like she belonged there. No fear. No scent of submission. Just fire, hips, and attitude. She was supposed to be another healer. A professional. Temporary. Not mine. But the moment I scented her, I knew. Violet Blues is everything I've been searching for-and everything I shouldn't touch. Defiant. Human. Forbidden. She looks at me like she dares me to try. Laughs like she knows I already lost. "You think your little attitude makes you strong?" I snapped. "No," she purred, dragging her gaze down my body. "But it makes you hard." I should've walked away. Should've buried the bond howling in my blood. Instead, I backed her against my desk and nearly begged. She doesn't want love. She wants to be ruined. "Say it again," I growl, my voice raw. "You're not strong enough to take me," she whispers. And that's when I knew- She wasn't sent to complete me. She was sent to destroy me

"Hmm I see but I don't want to be in a relationship " I say sternly "Okay princess what If I go underneath this table ...will I not find you soaked" "No" I say clearing my throat He uses his knee to spread my legs from under the table . Looking at him I gasp . He proceeds to go underneath the table His hands start from my ankle and they travel up my legs reaching my inner thighs. He starts kissing each thigh earning me to moan. He places his hands on my waist pulling me to come closer to him. He caress my thighs and he starts taking off my underwear. "Your soaked princess" I can't see his face but I know his smirking "Nope it's discharge" I try holding back a moan "Are you sure princess" he brings his lips close to my entrance . I can feel him breathing on my clit . I grip onto the table for support. I feel him pulling away and I almost cry from the neglect. He comes up from the table fixing his posture . He smirks and he places my underwear in his pocket . "Why" I breathe out "Princess , I don't like to be provoked and I hate liars" he says pouring himself more wine 6 days is all she needs ...... Zuri takes a vacation to America but three men desire, lust and passion reroute everything for her. She is in bliss out living the American dream but sometimes meeting a stranger isn't always in your best interest #56 in sexual 6/03/22 #38 in desire 13/05/22 #10 in interesting 16/05/22 #17 in mystery-thriller 1/05/22 #7 in Lust 6/09/22

He broke her door down in the dead of a Moscow winter. Five months ago, Vanity walked out of Alexei Petrovich's penthouse with their newborn son and didn't look back. She hasn't had to. Until tonight. He arrives furious, exhausted, and looking at their son like he's been starving for the sight of both of them. Vanity knows better than to trust him. She also knows better than to trust herself around him. Because Alexei was never just a man. He was a world - wealth, control, obsession, and the quiet violence behind the Petrovich name. His family is powerful, secretive, and operates by rules she was never supposed to read. Once she lets him back into her life, leaving again may cost more than heartbreak. A novel about love, possession, and the dangerous comfort of going back. Contains explicit sexual content, possessive dynamics, past infidelity, emotional control, and allusions to organised crime. For adult readers. I write women who survive the men they love. It's Always Cold in Moscow is a standalone adult romance drama in The Vanity Sedoc Books. -V #2 interracial romance #5 Steamy #4 Moscow #3 Motherhood

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺. 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩, 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵, 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴. ── 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝚈𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝 𝙰𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎 - 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜. 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐕𝐨𝐰𝐬ၴႅၴ ── 𝐁𝐃𝐒𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ──

Los Angeles is a city built on power, money, and secrets. But behind the glittering skyline and billion-dollar empires lies a ruler no one truly knows. A woman. Nyxara Monroe Beautiful beyond comprehension. Powerful beyond imagination. Dangerous beyond redemption. To the world, she is a philanthropic billionaire and the beloved founder of Paradise Resorts & Hotels, a luxury empire that spans continents. Through her foundation, she rescues victims of abuse, human trafficking, and violence, earning her the reputation of being humanity's guardian angel. But the streets whisper a different name. The Goddess of Death. Behind her angelic smile lies the most untouchable criminal empire in the world. She is the mastermind behind an underground network of loan sharks, assassins, and a billion-dollar drug operation responsible for a mysterious new substance spreading through Los Angeles. Mystic Dust. A drug so powerful it is leaving bodies across the city. Enter Detective Alexander Hale, the LAPD's most brilliant narcotics investigator. Born into one of the most powerful and influential families in the world, Alexander has spent his life proving he is more than just his family's legacy. Cold. Calculated. Unstoppable. His latest mission? Find the mastermind behind Mystic Dust. But when fate brings the detective face-to-face with the woman the world calls an angel, something unexpected happens. One glance. One conversation. And suddenly, the line between hunter and prey begins to blur. What Alexander doesn't know is that the woman he's falling for is the very criminal he's hunting. And even more dangerous? His own family is secretly tied to her empire. Now, powerful families, government officials, and billionaires will do anything to keep the truth buried. Because exposing the Goddess of Death doesn't just threaten a criminal empire. It threatens the entire world. And the question is no longer who will win. It's who will survive when love and betrayal collide.

| 2025 Wattys Shortlist 🖊️🧡! In Cairnwall, 1972, unaware of the mobster who has been threading across the narrow line of near psychotic obsession for over a year, finally makes himself known to her. His unwavering attraction to her is forbidden, frowned upon by many, and they both know this. But he doesn't care. Before her, no one was able to crack through his mask, but she smashes through it without effort-without needing to say a word. She makes his heart-something he cast aside long ago-stumble and stammer with a simple smile. Her breath catches when he glances her way, her heart burning when he pulls away, but she would rather push him away, keep their coupling hidden away, locked behind closed doors, and deep within the depths of the shadows. She wants to protect herself from the scrutiny society will cast upon her for having the gall to be with him, but he wants to put her on his throne and make society kiss her feet. What will happen when two worlds that should not even glide past each other end up crashing?

When he takes over his fathers organization he wants to do things differently. That includes three things; A hacker, triumph over his enemies and creating a new life for his family. All while trying to keep said hacker in check, the most infuriating woman he has ever met and the only person's touch he can stand. ••• He kidnapped me, ruined my life and now he wants to keep me here. All because I have a slight talent with computers. I cannot stand him, yet I find that he is the only person I've ever spoken so openly to. ••• When Vasiliy and Nestara path's cross, they both find the other intolerable. With a common goal and budding feelings, will they be able to overcome all of their adversities?

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞," 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬. "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞, 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐞𝐡." 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲, 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡, 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐭. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. ⋆ 𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚎𝚑 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛-𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚛. ⋆ ──── 𝙻𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚘 𝙳𝚎𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚊-𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘰, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘦𝘩 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦: 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵? 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 ⋆ ──── #1 detective 1/1/26 #1 intimacy 2/13/

❝ 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻? ❞ ❕BEING EDITED❕ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐀 attracts trouble, when the wrong trouble enters her life she changes. Will it be for the good or for the better? 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐁𝐕𝐑𝐄 French mafia leader whose name makes people bow, when 𝘴𝘩𝘦 comes into his dark world what will the meaning of "𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍" come too? Welcome to 𝙎𝙔𝙉𝙉𝙀𝘿, the series.

NOW ON KINDLE UNLIMITED! Read the full story, including exclusive scenes, via the link in my bio! 🔗 He came for a hiding place. He stayed for the cook. Serenity Davidson has no time for strays. She's too busy running the best soul food catering business in Greensboro and keeping her heart in the Dudley neighborhood. As a proud Dudley High alum, Serenity knows how to handle the heat but she isn't prepared for the starving, half-dead man collapsed on her front porch. She does what she does best: she feeds him. He says his name is Kevin. He says he's an unemployed factory worker with "bad asthma." He is lying. He is Lorenzo Moretti, the ruthless Don of the Sicilian Mafia, battered and hiding in plain sight. He intended to heal, exact his revenge, and disappear. But after weeks of Serenity's soul food, her warm bed, and her sharp tongue, Lorenzo realizes he has a new addiction. He's not just going to take back his empire. He's taking the cook with him.