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Lowkey in love dropped two new chapters today , go check it out !

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Here's a little snippet of one of my one-shots, $5/M on Patreon. 
          
          Sinai’s body jerked as the orgasm took her under like a crashing wave. Her legs locked around him, mouth falling open in a silent scream before her voice broke through — a guttural moan ripped from her throat as her walls fluttered around him, clenching hard. Askari groaned deep, barely able to hold back his own release as her warmth soaked his shaft.
          
          “Goddamn,” he muttered, gripping her tighter as she trembled in his arms. “That’s my girl…”
          
          Sinai collapsed against him, shaking, panting, body spent. He held her through the comedown, pressing soft kisses to her cheek, temple, and shoulder. 
          
          He pulled out slowly, careful not to overstimulate her. Sinai whimpered at the loss, but he was already laying her down gently on the bed, grabbing a nearby towel to wipe between her thighs with the utmost care.
          When it was over, she lay there beside him, heartbeat still frantic, skin tingling like it had been marked. She wanted to stay. She needed to leave.
          She slipped from the bed quietly, collecting her clutch and shoes, and made for the door.
          
          The hallway was empty — until it wasn’t.
          Turning the corner, she froze. Damario was standing there, suit jacket over his arm, eyes locking on hers.
          
          His brow furrowed.
          
          “Sinai?…”
          
          Her heart slammed against her ribs.

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Here's a little insight into my short story on Patreon. "Their secret summer"
          
          A few minutes later, a waiter, young and smooth-talking, walked to their table. His eyes locked on Sarabi like she was the only one at the table. He then glanced at Ivory and Essex, taking their order. “And what can I get for the most beautiful woman on this island tonight?” he asked with his notepad in hand, staring at Sarabi. Sarabi smiled politely, eyes glancing toward Ivory and Essex, feeling the tension coil around the table like a tightening rope. “Just a grilled snapper for me, thanks,” Sarabi mumbled gently. Sarabi handed him her menu. “ Snapper. Great choice.” He said, taking the menu, his fingers lingering too long. “Let me know if you need anything else… anything at all.”  
          
          As he walked away, Essex’s Jaw tensed. Sarabi didn't know what to say; she lowkey liked the possessiveness radiating off of him. The waiter returned with their drinks as Ivory's hand moved from Sarabi's thigh to her face, gently cupping her jaw. Without hesitation, she leaned in and kissed her—not soft, not friendly. Her tongue swirled against her, claiming her. Everything disappeared for a second, and Ivory pulled away, leaving her breathless. Essex followed. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to her neck slowly and deliberately, knowing the waiter was watching, he pulled her face towards his, devouring her lips. 
          
          When they pulled away, the original waiter was nowhere to be found; a different server quietly approached the table. “Can I get you three anything else?” he asked softly. Sarabi was stunned into silence, lips swollen, eyes wide and dazed. Ivory stared at Sarabi with hazy eyes, smiling devilishly, “You look like you needed help telling him you're already taken.”

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Here's a little insight into a book of mine that's only on Patreon! "Ash and Honey: the blood between us. 
          
          Fatima woke up on the floor, her breath sharp and shallow, her skin damp with sweat. The mug she’d been sipping from had toppled over—tea now seeping into the edges of the rug. Crickets filled the night air through the cracked window.
          
          2:17 a.m. blinked back at her in red digits. She didn’t remember falling asleep. But she knew what woke her. That feeling. The one that made her bones hum and her instincts crackle. She wrapped her shawl tight and stepped outside, barefoot onto the porch. The wood felt cool beneath her soles, grounding. Her mama’s rocking chair gave a low creak as she sank into it.
          
          Stillness lived in the Ninth Ward tonight—but not silence. A dog barked in the distance. Wind tugged at the ivy climbing her banister. Then—She saw them. Four shadows down the block. Three circling one. Her stomach sank. Dimitri. She stood instinctively.
          
          He was calm, hands at his sides, head slightly tilted like he was bored. His voice carried through the still air. “You think I’m scared of death?” he said flatly. “I’ve danced with worse.”

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Here's a little insight into KISMET that you're missing out on..
          
           The floor creaked behind her. She didn’t need to turn; from the smell, she knew exactly who it was. Each of her Males had their own distinct scent to them. Milo.
          He walked up slowly, barefoot on the wood floor, then, without a word, wrapped his arms around her from behind. His cheek rested on her shoulder, arms snug at her waist. “Thank you,” he murmured against her neck. Klarity smiled softly, hands never stopping. “For what?”
          
          “For everything,” Milo said. “For saving them. Saving me. For being you.” He kissed her shoulder, then added, voice quiet, “I promise I’ll be the best male I can be for you. Always.” Before she could respond, Milo turned her gently and kissed her deeply. His heart was full. He held her for a moment longer, then stepped back and said, “I’m gonna check on my dad.”
          
          She nodded, watching him leave out the front, hair still damp from his quick wash. The sun hit his back as he made his way across the yard to the clinic beside the house. Soon after, heavy footsteps approached. Warren and Sage entered the kitchen, both still stretching out the night from their bones. Warren glanced at Klarity’s face, then the food. “Should I go get some wood for the clinic after this?” he asked, reaching for a plate to help set the table.
          “After breakfast,” Klarity said, firm but smiling. Sage grunted in agreement. “No one leaves hungry. Not today.”