Close your eyes. Breathe in. Feel the air turn thick, heavy with cigar smoke and expensive cologne. You can almost taste the whiskey on his tongue, can't you? General Marcus "Reign" Blackwell is power wrapped in ink and royal blood. He commands armies, breaks enemies, and fucks whoever he wants-until he sees *her*. Dr. Aaliyah Monroe. Quiet. Brilliant. Curvy African-American goddess who codes weapons in the dark. Shy smiles. Soft voice. Vanilla skin that glows under fluorescent lights. One breath of her scent and the untouchable general unravels. He dreams of her every night. Strokes himself raw imagining her thighs wrapped around him. Watches her sway to R&B in her apartment through shadows he shouldn't cross. Calls her *dove*, *tiny momma*, *my wife*-long before she ever says yes. She thinks it's temporary. He knows it's forever. He kneels for her. Begs for her. Cries for her. Marks himself with her initials while she sleeps. And when she finally rides him-slow, commanding, glasses slipping down her nose-he sobs her name like prayer. This isn't love. This is obsession carved into worship. This is a man who would burn the world just to hear her giggle and boop his nose. But when the first fight comes... When she needs space and he needs her closer than air... Will his dove fly away?

Ariana's boyfriend Brady has been cheating on her for months. How does she find out? A suspicious thong and his roommate Reese fills in the missing pieces. But that's not all he does. While she wasn't expecting to be hit with the news of her boyfriend's infidelity, she was also not prepared for his roommate's offer. Cheat back... with him. *Chapters marked with asterisks contain sexually explicit material* Best Rankings: #1 in #interracial #3 in #college #3 in #enemiestolovers #4 in #BWWM

Amara Avery thought she used up all her luck when she won VIP tickets to Lollapalooza Mumbai. It was supposed to be the ultimate girls' trip: three days of music, partying, and forgetting about life in Macon, Georgia. She didn't expect Rudra Singh Rajvansh. And she definitely didn't expect him to step on her favorite sneaker in the VIP lounge. He didn't apologize. He just looked at her like she was the only person in a crowd of thousands. Rudra isn't a fairytale prince. He is a beautiful, terrifying monster in a bespoke suit who rules the city from the shadows. He doesn't ask for things he takes them. And the moment he ruined her shoe, he decided he was going to own the woman wearing it. Now, the festival is over. Amara packs her bags, heads to the airport, and hands over her passport. DENIED. She isn't missing her passport. She's on the No-Fly List. Placed there by the Crown Prince himself. He says the world is too dangerous for her to roam free. She's starting to realize the most dangerous thing in India is him. "You didn't lose your slipper, Amara. I stepped on it so you couldn't run."

In the shadow of the mountains, Sofì meets Davide a man whose rough hands, dark eyes, and possessive touch leave her trembling . "I own you," he growls, voice low and rough, eyes dark with intent. "Not him. Me."Between stolen glances, fiery arguments, and moments of raw passion, she's drawn to him in ways she doesn't fully understand-but every time he looks at her, Sofì feels both fear and exhilaration.

Zoni Adams, a resilient foster child with a jailed mother and an absent father, grows up navigating the streets until she's taken in at thirteen by Miss Atkins, the only person who ever truly cared for her. After tragedy strikes, Zoni's path unravels, caught between her abusive first love, Trevor (T5), and the dangerous pull of Samson "Blitz" Williams and Blair "Blu" Sinclair. two reckless decisions sends her life spiraling in ways she never imagined.

🎸 "You feel that?" he murmured. "Feel how wet you are for me?" "Maverick-" she gasped. "I could fuck this pretty pussy all night," he groaned. "Look at the mess you're making on me. Soaking the sheets. Look up, baby. Look at what I'm doing to you." She looked up at the mirror-saw his body rocking into hers, the muscles in his arms flexing as he pinned her down. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, nipples hard and huge milk chocolate areoles glistening with sweat. Her mouth fell open again. "No lyrics now?" he teased. "I c-can't-" "You were doing so good," he murmured, grinding deeper. __________________________ Celeste Jones is music royalty-an electric guitar virtuoso with a voice that sells out stadiums and a presence that commands every room she walks into. To the public she's bold, curvy, unapologetically sensual, and used to being admired from a distance. But there's so much to her they don't know. When an anonymous threat shakes her world, her team hires a bodyguard she can't ignore. Maverick Walker is ex-military, all discipline and control. His low waves are always tight, his dark skin glows under stage lights, and his trimmed beard frames a mouth that rarely smiles. He's not here to play fanboy. He's here to do a job: keep Celeste alive. But Celeste doesn't make it easy. She flirts with him like it's foreplay. One shared kiss is all it takes for Maverick's resolve to fracture. As danger creeps closer, the chemistry between them catches fire. Their kisses turn to touches. Their touches turn to nights neither of them can forget. And when it all explodes, it's more than just lust-it's survival, it's love, it's everything. Released: 04/02/2025

There was a man outside her gate. Dark, Silent, Watching. *Inspired by a terrifying dream I had, decided to turn it into a dark romance. *Its a dark romance because it starts off a little wild , as in the way they meet, the conditions of their story are hugely impacted by the first chapter and it's obviously an unsavoury first meet. Her reactions are based on nothing but her own inhibitions, desires and choices and these circumstances. Let me be clear, she has choices, this is not a CNC book, it's just a dark romance, romance being the key word. Mwah. ⭐️

He left a mark I never asked for. Now he wants to finish the piece. Amina Westbrook didn't choose motherhood. But when her younger sister dropped a baby and disappeared, Amina stepped up, raised that little girl as her own, and never looked back. Seven years later, the past comes tatted, cocky, and fine as hell-standing in the grocery store with the same hypnotic eyes her daughter sees in the mirror. Santiago Vega. Zuri's father. The man who left before he ever knew she existed. Now he wants in. He wants time. Forgiveness. A chance to be a father. And every time he shows up with that deep voice and soft smirk, Amina hates how badly she wants to let him. Santiago isn't just showing up for Zuri-he's showing up for her. Fixing things she didn't ask him to fix. Dropping money in her hand like it's his right. Touching her like he already knows how she breaks. Amina's been holding everything together for so long, she doesn't know how to let go. Doesn't know how to want someone who actually stays. But Santiago stays. Through the attitude. The boundaries. The sparks that keep catching fire. And when he finally gets his hands on her? There's nothing soft about it. Now she's spiraling in his sheets, clashing with him in front of her family, and falling harder than she ever meant to. Because Santiago doesn't just want to play daddy. He wants the whole damn family. And this time, he's not leaving until he has them. Ink Don't Lie is a gritty, emotionally charged, standalone romance about second chances, found family, and the kind of love that refuses to walk away.