I will take back what I lost because it was never theirs to take in the first place. I won’t rest until everything is set exactly how I need it to be set, but I didn’t realize I got caught in my own web...until it was too late. Joaquin I didn’t ask for this, but now that she’s here...she isn’t going anywhere. When you’re mine, you’ll forever be mine.

    Her partners and best friends were determined to make this year's office Christmas party the best one ever. So leaving the two to do their worst, which could be extremely bad, she set out to give the presentation of a lifetime to Ty Lafitte, the most sought after investor in all of Silicon Valley.  Who knew a man worth billions could strip like he was a pro? Who knew a lap dance could lead to forever?   Excerpt: “Dude! You are late! Your costumes were delivered like an hour ago. Come on you can get ready on my office.” Ty wasn't exactly sure what the hell was happening. There hadn’t been time to step off the elevator before a tiny termagant of a human was pulling him along then pushing him into an otherwise empty office, shoving a gym bag in his hands. “Hurry up!” the little woman hissed at him, actually stomping her foot. “Dana will be here in five minutes, the one I sent you a picture of. You remember what she looks like right?” Not giving him time to answer she launched into instructions. “It doesn't matter, she will be the only one seated, I will be standing right behind her. I’m Kimmi by the way, the one who hired you. Just make sure you give her one hell of a show before working the room. We’ve already paid you double so that shouldn’t be a problem, right? I mean, you are bound to get a lot of tips out there. Oh and you are bi right? The guys that are into this kind of thing - you know- you shaking it all over them or whatever, will be up front. Leave the dudes hanging back alone. Are we clear? Good! Now hurry up and get those buns out there. As soon as I see you enter I will start the music.” There was no time to tell the diminutive general who he really was. As soon as she finished talking she was gone, closing the door with authority despite doing so quietly. Yep, he was definitely investing in this company. Hell, he was prepared to give them twice the capital they were asking for. What he couldn’t figure out was whether he was going to march out of the office he was currently standing in the middle of like he had lost every available brain cell in his head, or have a little fun and go out there and play the role. There was a reason Ty kept a very low profile despite his unprecedented success in business. Truthfully, he just didn't want to be bothered with questions and have an exposé done on his background, the Louisiana swamp he crawled out of, or the fact he put himself through college by stripping. This situation would be funny if it was so eerie. It just so happened he could go out there, shake it like they had never seen before, then surprise the three partners with his identity. It would be a great prank. But as Ty began hastily disrobing, he knew the real reason he was doing this. It was Dana. The straight talking, serious pitch woman had piqued his interest beyond her company’s potential growth. As he watched her deal with Dale and Dallas, he found himself fascinated by her. And yeah, he was more than a little interested. His cock had gotten hard by the way she continually slapped down Dale’s insinuations that maybe the apps she was presenting weren't so unique, or that maybe Dana and her partners needed assistance in supervising a growing company. Dale hadn’t even realized how thoroughly she had slit his throat with witty, accurate comebacks. Some flew right over Dale’s head. Dallas had simply sat there and let his counterpart be torn apart rhetorically speaking. Sirens was a company that didn't need Ty, they wanted him. That made a business deal desirable.

    With her job on the line, she showed up, only to flee moments later, covered in her boss’s blood. And his son had watched her flee. She’d known his willingness to not turn her in was too good to be true. Now he’s blackmailing her: sex for silence. The only thing making this situation worse was the fact that she enjoyed the things he did to her. The way he handled her body, the dirty things he said to her, she loved it all, even though she knew he would never think of her as anything other than a toy he could play with, manipulate. He held her freedom in his hands. And now his older, more ruthless brother knows what she’s done. What will it take to keep him silent? This is a bwwm suspense with romantic elements. It contains graphic scenes and multiple character point of views. For adults only. Ends with a cliff hanger. Book 2: Nowhere To Hide coming in July. ~Excerpt.~ There was no alcohol in her home. Right now, she wished she was a drinker and kept a bottle stashed away. Coffee was out of the question. She didn’t want to stay awake after he left. She wanted to pass out and forget this day ever happened. All she had was Kool-Aid and orange juice. Perhaps she should just take some Nyquil. That would put her to sleep. It wouldn’t make her forget what happened tonight though. She needed to forget, for a little while. Melanie slammed the refrigerator shut. Her fridge was just as pitiful as she was. “Don’t take your anger out on the refrigerator.” Melanie swung around to see Mason standing in the kitchen archway, zipping his pants up. She ignored the granite six pack of his abdomen and instead chose to stare at his face, his evil blackmailing face. “You should be in a better mood,” he told her. He folded his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall. His lips lifted in a grin. He looked as if he didn’t have a care in the world and here she was depressed and needing a gallon of vodka. Did they even sale vodka by the gallon? “What’s wrong? Do you think I’m going to rat you out now that I’ve f*cked your mouth?” “Must you be so crude?” Melanie leaned against the refrigerator. Why did he have to talk so dirty? “Crude? If you think that’s crude, you’re going to faint when you hear of all the nasty things I want to do to that sweet little body of yours.” Melanie stared down at the floor. “How long do I have to do this for you?” “We’ll talk about that later.” Mason walked in her direction. She moved away from the fridge. He stepped in front of her and ran his finger over her cheek. “You did good tonight?” Really? She killed his father tonight. How was that good? That was horrible. Even if she didn’t go to jail, she was going to rot in hell for her sins. She needed to go to church, that was what she needed to do. She hadn’t been to church in years, not since her grandma was placed in the nursing home. “Did you hear me, Melanie?” She blinked and returned her attention to him. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” He frowned. “When I’m with you, I want you to focus on me. Nothing else matters, understood?” No. Still, she nodded.

    His one wish was to make his son believe in the power of Christmas before his eyes closed for the last time. With the help of his favorite elf, Patience, together, they would restore Nick’s faith. Patience Miller wasn't sure what Sana wanted her to do to help his son, but she often taught the children at her orphanage to always have hope. She had a plan and she hoped it would work. Only if she could get Nick to believe in the magic of Christmas.

    She’s everything he wants in a woman; gorgeous, generous, warm and she makes him smile every time he sees her. Unfortunately, she’s also his best friend’s little sister aka seriously off limits. He can’t have her. That is until heartbreak and drinking together leads to one unforgettable night of passion. Lex has an empire to run and a friendship to keep… so why can’t he get Freddie off his mind. She’s the one woman he shouldn’t want… so why can’t he forget how right she feels in his bed? Or how much he wants her there, not just for one night but forever? Being together might be against the rules… but being apart is impossible.

    

    If it comes back to you, it’s yours. If it doesn’t, then it was never meant to be yours.Because of a misunderstanding, college sweethearts Ryan Rogers and Chrissy Underwood were torn apart. A year later, they reconnect at a Valentine’s Day Masquerade Party. With the lights low, the music humming and their faces hidden underneath a mask, they’re still able to recognize one another. And the love they once felt is still there and strong as ever. As they sway to the music and reminisce, Ryan is able to clear up the misunderstanding that forced Chrissy to leave.However, will Chrissy have the guts to reveal the secret she left town with?

    He’s prepared to meet a woman that fits his taste exactly. He expected her to be tall, with a killer rack and long blond hair. That’s not who showed up. His date is attractive, but she is short, curvy with short kinky hair. She ends up saving his pitch with little effort. She offers to extend the fake date to continue helping him, in exchange for a piece of his company when the investors agree to give him the seed money.Gerald finds himself becoming more attracted to the curvy, Black woman who is unlike any woman he has ever known. She is selfless, sweet, and smart. Though he’s never been in an interracial relationship, he likes Asia enough to try it.Asia Gates has a big heart and loves her family, which is why she agrees to take her sister’s place on a blind date for hire when Lisa breaks her leg on the day of the date. She’s prepared to meet a White man who apparently can’t get a date without paying for one. He is not what she was expecting. Her pretend boyfriend is tall, dark, and handsome. He surprises her by being romantic and flirty even when they aren’t around his potential investors. Asia surprises herself when she volunteers to continue their romance charade in exchange for a piece of his future business.As Asia gets to know Gerald better, he steals a bit of her heart with each confession about his childhood. She wants to give him what he’s never had, unconditional love, and acceptance.Just as their romance begins to bloom, they are faced with obstacles, including a world pandemic that will change both their lives and their romance in unmeasurable ways.

     Charlie retreats to his house to throw a pity party, binging on Netflix, popcorn, and frozen pizzas because he is unwilling to start his life over from scratch. Enter Naomi Arnold, Charlie’s next-door neighbor for the past fifteen years, a sexy fifty-something pediatric nurse and cultivator of roses who has never liked Charlie’s dog. From the moment Naomi knocks on Charlie’s door one cold December day, Charlie’s dark days brighten and his nights explode into unparalleled passion … “I think sex should be a conversation between two bodies, souls, and minds, don’t you?” Naomi asked. “I do.” Naomi arched her back. “Oh Charlie, I hope this conversation never ends …” Filled with humor, warmth, and relentless days and nights of passion, ONE MORE CUP OF TEA proves that starting over from scratch can often be the best thing that ever happened to you.

    He’s known the betrayal of family and has decided he doesn’t want one of his own. Keeping emotions in check has always worked for him. Unfortunately, he made the mistake of taking his secretary as his lover. Chevelle Taylor is everything Arik wants in a woman. She is beautiful and intelligent and doesn’t hesitate to speak her mind. Arik told her from the start he can’t offer her anything other than an affair. Chevelle accepts his deal, and all is as it should be in his life. Then a man shows up in his office telling him he has brothers and bringing back memories Arik prefers to forget. His orderly world is beginning to tilt, and to make matters worse, Chevelle might be cheating on him. Time to make some decisions that take things from bad to worse.

    

    The best way he knew how to do that was to work. The more dangerous, the better. He's headed for the trouble in Taten, Georgia. Rynn Rolland is all alone, living in the big city and drowning. She accepts an inheritance from a distant relative to see if you she can make a go of it in a new place all her own. She is overwhelmed with all there is to, but, she metaphorically pushes up her sleeves and prepares to make a home of her new farm in Taten, Georgia... that is, if her neighbors will let her live long enough to accomplish her goal.

    I plan to learn what makes her body tick. The more my fingers stroll along her curves causing sparks to fly, I realize the occasional hook-ups aren't enough. The physical chemistry is a bonus but just the tip of the iceberg. I want it all with Malaysia. I may work sixty-plus hours a week, but I'm never too tired to spend time with Malaysia. During the day I'm a brain surgeon. At night, I protect the streets of Boston from the scum of the earth who prey on the less fortunate. Can Malaysia handle my after-hours duties? Or will the weight of the danger prove to be too heavy?

    The town's testing scores are dismal. In fact, Bluebonnet is ranked the worst in the state of Texas. Tatyana's immediate response was to turn down the position; however, her success could place her as the front runner to be the youngest school superintendent in Texas history.Tatyana accepts the challenge and has one year to drastically improve the school's testing scores and overall academic marks to avoid shutting down the public school. Tatyana is not thrilled to leave the comforts of the big city for the little Podunk town with a population of less than one thousand and prays the rumors she has heard are not true.Keith Bailey is the well-loved and admired sheriff of Bluebonnet. His family established the town of Bluebonnet over one hundred years ago and has always been the governing law of the dilapidated city. The citizens of Bluebonnet, including Keith's family, turn their backs on him as soon as Tatyana Lee brazenly rolls into town with her No Trespassing signs and her double pistols on her hips.Keith is instantly attracted to the dark-skinned woman with the sultry tongue and ego the size of Texas. He is befuddled by the woman's insistence in staying in a town where she truly did not belong and finds himself spending more time protecting Tatyana from the less-than-welcoming town folk and cleaning up after their vandalism.How will Tatyana achieve her goals and deal with being the only Black resident in a predominantly racist town? Join Tatyana and Sheriff Bailey as the pair engage in the spiciest love affair that Bluebonnet has ever witnessed.This novel is a BWWM Interracial story brimming with erotic scenes, derogatory language, and slurs. This book is meant for mature readers.

    He gazed at me for a few seconds. ”Because after the fire is burned away, what’s left?” The Architect: He was like no one I’d ever seen. Ink snaking across his neck, down his arms and across his hands like the map of his life. If those experiences gave him joys or pains, he’d never tell. He was a mystery I hoped he’d want to share, but I knew I was fooling myself. Robbing a bank would have been easier. His body reminded me of a marble statue; tall, lean and muscled. When he walked into a room, men and women stopped to stare. If his body enticed them, the impassive stare and cold eyes scared them more. He watched every action, and wasn’t impressed. What kind of man was picked him up off the streets, kept like a dangerous pet, but remained loyal to the one man who had his respect? Whoever said the only fire that burns was hot, had never met Asher’s frigid stare. He was going to ruin me, and like a moth to a flame, I went willingly. The Bodyguard: My job had its perks. Travel, women and enough freedom to make my life interesting. I’d been to nearly every continent in the world, and slept with some of the best-paid entertainment money could buy. But those things were for show, meaning nothing in the grander scheme of things. When my boss decided to build a new house, why he recruited the sexiest architect around, I have no idea. I’m not a relationship kind of guy; I’ve been too messed up to share myself with anyone worth the time. It’s complicated. A person like me, whose life belonged to someone else, had nothing to share with anyone. I saw her, but made sure she thought otherwise. A woman like that is too straight for me. She’d want too much and be worth the effort too. I was like a doctor who prescribed pain and heartache to the unwary, and even though I knew I should stay away, there’s something about her I want to explore. Maybe I’ll just get her number. After all, I don’t have to call her, right?