Grayson had been patiently waiting for this day to come. For the last six years he has hungered for Georgian, the savior of his clan and the woman that would become his Queen.
“So, what’s the mission?” Inquired Levi with a loud sigh.
Colin smiled. He handed him a black folder.
“It’s simple. You need you to watch the girl in the file…get close to her, and bring her to us,” answered Colin.
“You want me to kidnap her. Why? Did she see something, or you want to drink her blood?” Grumbled Levi while he flipped through the file.
The fact that the woman in question was a stunning African American wasn’t lost on him. He pulled out a picture that had been taken at a great distance with a high powered camera. The woman had her head tossed back in laughter. Her natural hair was being swept by the wind. The sunlight was hitting it just right to bring out the natural brown tint within the thick locks.
Levi didn’t like the fact that they still hadn’t answered his question about the woman.
“Is she human?” he pressed.
“To a point, yes,” answered Colin.
“Then why do you want her?” Levi asked again, this time a bit more firmly.
“Because,” smiled Grayson as he scooped up the same photo Levi had just been admiring a few seconds earlier. “She’s going to become my wife.” He bit his bottom lip and moaned. “And I can’t fuckin wait.”
27-year-old Georgian had no clue that as she struggled to keep herself together after the loss of both her mother, and later grandmother, the pale blue eyes of the Vampire King had been watching her with a deep desire that now, no longer would be denied.
“I don’t want to be in a damn interview,” Javier snarled.
From the second he laid eyes on the extra guest that arrived with his childhood friend, Maripose, Javier knew he was in trouble. Not only was the Jamaican woman breathtaking, she was nosy as hell, and in search of a story that would give her the raise and corner office she had been promised. If that wasn’t enough, she was rude and jumped to too many conclusions about the reclusive billionaire. Javier knew it would only be a matter of time before the strange things that went on at his ranch estate would raise eyebrows.
With the appearance of the odd marking on her arm, Javier realized that Zekia wasn’t going anywhere. What Zekia thought to be a sore, Javi knew was a sign that tied this annoying woman that rubbed him the wrong way to him. She was to be his future, his lover. A lover that had her heart encased in a steel trap that he was going to have to breakthrough while dealing with his secrets and enemies of his past that were knocking at his door.
Even still, Javier couldn’t deny the passion he felt whenever Zekia was near.
“I came in your room to talk and clean your sore, but don’t confuse my deeper motive. I wanted to see if I had a chance in getting between your chocolate thighs," he admitted, smoothly.
She tilted her head. Just as she knew, Javier was a force she wasn’t used to tangling with.
“Hm, revealing the coming attack,” she smirked.
“There isn’t a damn thing you can do to stop it. You might fight, but I will win. I’m gonna give you what your ex never could," Javi promised.
They were FATED to LOVE!
In relationships, there are always things left unsaid. The time of holding tongues, hiding behind smiling masks, and fucking to drown out matters of the heart are over.
Edwin knows he fucked up. He knew it the second he bent the woman over the couch to stroke his way to release. Like a flood gate, he knew that wasn't going to be the last time he would cheat. However, he's not going to make another mistake in losing his wife. Edwin's willing to fight the gates of hell to keep Janelle at his side, but is he willing to reveal and deal with the emotional cancer that had been eating away at his heart?
Does Janelle even care? Or is it her own fear of finally admitting the linger feelings that she's always harbored for Edwin. To speak the truth, would mean saying what she had kept hidden;
"I hate you Edwin! Not because you were sharing your dick like Tic-Tacs. I think I have always hated you!"
“I love you.”
Carmella smiled at his confession.
“And I hate you,” he chuckled. “Not because of what you’ve done…no.”
“Baby, you need to stop thinking that it’s about you when my mind was this way even before I met you, Carmelle. You’ll survive me if you remember that,” he warned.
Mateo hates her, loves her, needs her in this dark romance. Carmella betrayed him, when he was at his lowest point. Revenge was clearly on his mind. Yet, he awakes a part of her that births a hunger for his wife that surprises him. Now, this wicked game, of Mateo's own design, he's forcing her to play will push him to a limit he never wanted to go...and might destroy them both.
When Carmella realizes the truth, will she be able to get away from Mateo and his Tainted Love?
DETECTIVE KEAGAN Series
"Mr. Lucky Bastard, Mr. Asshole, and a Perverted Drunk all walk into a club. Stop me if you heard this joke, but I doubt you’ve heard something as fucked up as this tale."- Keagan
One night of passion with Monae will make for a very interesting partnership when they come face to face, months later. Who was to know that the mystery woman with an unquenchable sexual appetite would be the lead detective he's riding with? This is an assignment Keagan can't resist....and might be the downfall of her relationship. Then again, Monae getting rid of her current Joker to make room for a King, like Keagan, maybe worth all the troubles doing so will bring.
Throw in trying to solve a case involving a Sex Bot, a Monster that had it coming, a slew of Suspects, and Monae's thirsty ass sister all while trying to keep his dick in his pants will make for a helluva first week. After it's all done though, Keagan will be the name lingering on everyone's lips.