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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.

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FATED Series

“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!

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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.”

“Then why-“

“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?


"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.

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In and out, that’s what I told myself. I’m only here to punish her after finding out what she’s been up to off the clock. Dressed up to ensure she wouldn’t know it was me, I became a part of her fantasy. I knew from the second Gayle looked up at me, with pleading in her eyes on her knees, begging me to give her what she needed, I knew I was in trouble.

Gayle fantasied about it, but she never dreamed someone like me could do her this way. The way I make her body melt away, she willingly became my pet...feeding from my hands, letting me explore every inch of her body until there is no mystery left.

Gayle may call me Sir, but I think I'm the one that's slowly becoming the slave in this twisted game of pretend.


I warned Michaela. I gave it to her straight, with no chaser. I spoke clear and slow when I told her what I am, and who I am. I even took her on a ride along to show her what she was committing to. I needed her to understand what she was fuckin’…that I’m a goddamn monster. Underneath all this skin and bones, is a living, breathing demon. Money, clothes, good conversation, and good dick won’t change what I am. With each warning, all my pushing away, her crazy ass just kept on coming. Okay.

Now that I’ve finally accepted her love, these motherfuckers think to snatch it away? Oh yeah, no lube and raw…. I got something for their asses.



I know she isn’t back to start again. Nah, if Billie cheated death, she’s here to deliver my cursed ass to the deepest pit of hell, which I deserve. It doesn’t matter that I’ve mourned our love all these centuries or that I’ve been searching between every pair of legs I’ve bent back during that time in hopes of catching a glimpse of the true love I found with her.

Now, sitting here in Danjal office, I wait while racking my brain trying to figure out how I’m gonna flip this crap.

“I’m a father that doesn’t care for his bastards. I just make sure you’re not fuckin’ up the flow, that’s all. Your true bond is with him…with Wolf,” Danjal states firmly. “You need to make this woman understand how this shit is going to go,” he exclaims in a rush while shifting in the chair.

I rub my hand down my face, exhale, then get down to it.
“If you didn’t want anything to do with me, Billie, then you should have stayed wherever you’ve been. The rule is for life.”

“For Life,” she hisses. “The just kill me,” she pleads in Danjal’s direction.

Poised, I’m ready to break the whole block down if Danjal makes a move to end her. Just when I’m at a lost, Angie’s slick ass comes through for the win.

“Well, you’re the fool, no disrespect,” she adds nonchalantly, “because now you’re asking for my husband to kill you when you just seeing Wolf again,” Angie tsks. “What was all that living, fighting, waiting for if you’re not going to make his ass pay.”

Danjal, following Angie’s lead jumps in for the set up.

“In her state, she can try but she won’t be able to faze him,” he remarks.

“I will train you,” states Angie as she shakes Billie by the shoulder to get the woman to look at her. ”I know Wolf’s abilities, too. I know you probably asked my husband to kill you cuz you don’t wanna look at Wolf. I get it. But you aren’t gonna let his ass keep on living and you’re dead after all you’ve been through. How the hell is that justice?”

“I need info from her of who’s behind the attacks, gotta clean that up,” Danjal’s words trail off as he strokes his facial hair. “A month,” he offers. “That will make sure you get her up to par."

I have to fight t keep from laughing. These two played their parts well.

So, 30 days to make this work. 30 days for the bond between Billie and I to strengthen to the point of madness. 30 freakn’ days to make Billie mine.

1- CLICK The Conclusion to the Breaking The Girl Series!


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All she has to do is choose me!

Her man isn't worth nothing. He never was. Maybe for a young woman, still a little girl that was looking for love, but was only interested in sexin' ...the man she's been wasting years with was a good idea.

But you see, I'M here now. I'M the man she's been dreaming of made flesh. I'M the man that's going to love her, cherish her to the point that she'll believe in love.

Then again, fuck her choosing. I'm gonna take what I want, and that's her!

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My name was barely on her lips, and I was there to save her and the kids. True to form, her husband fucked up. The last straw, Lynette and her children have entered my world of darkness. She might think she’s my guest, but she isn’t going nowhere. Every day, the thread is spun, the noose is tightened, the chain that binds us together gets tighter. Lynette is mine. Her kids, mine. I have no pity for the fucks that think they are going to change those facts.

Or maybe, this is how it was always intended to be. Maybe the little hints that I keep catching, which shows who Lynette really is, are telling me she’s a lot more than I’ve bargained for or even dreamed…and that I’m being played, in this game of love.

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What have I learned along the way while loving Lynette and the kids? Take a seat, cuz the shit is going to take a moment to unpack.

FIRST, one tiny ass pebble has created a helluva wave of crap I don’t want to be dealing with. When I should be enjoying learning Lynette in every intimate way, I find myself slipping…and not in the way I want to. The balance of power is shifting faster than I expected.

SECOND, trust is a hard pill. Easy to lose, and I’ll admit it feels darn near impossible to earn. I know Lynette’s keeping secrets. I know she’s throwing her punches. Her fear of past repeating has her thinking that I’ll get in my feelings once I know all. Really, me? But the more I see…the more I realize, maybe I am the jerk she thinks me to be.

AND THE THIRD, why the heck people just won’t die? How many times can Death be cheated before the beast comes back to do his damn job? I’ll tell you this, Death might be out of a position because I’m ready to wipe the slate clean myself.

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“You hate me.”

“Try again,” I suggest.

Grayson picks at the end of the comforter in thought. This reading is a one way street. Only I’m being read like a cheap paperback, while his mental guards stand firm at the gates to his mind.

“You love me.”

“And I always will,” I confirm.

“But do you want me?”

“We can’t always get what we want…. especially when what we want causes more harm than good,” I reply.

A flinch registers across his handsome face.

“Do your worse. I’ll pay in flesh, if need be. I’ll beg, if I must because I’m not losing you.”

Although his words were spoken in the deep calmness I’ve come to know, there is a darkening of his expression that conveys his determination and passion behind them.

“Is that what all of this is about? A penance of some kind?” I ask, dryly.

Tilting his head, “No. This is me giving you the reasons to stay…to not give up, to let me love you again.”

My eyebrow raised, “I didn’t know you had stopped.”

Author Note:
GIVE ME A REASON TO STAY takes place 9 1/2 years into Gigi & Grayson's marriage. The girls, Nina & Jalisa, are grown and the cracks can't be ignored any longer.

Grayson & Gigi and others featured in the book are from my Christine Gray Universe. To fully understand who these people are, consider reading the following:
*Relentless, A Vampire King's Desire Series
*Keagan Handcuff and Lace Mysteries
*Loving The Pieces of You

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Real Love isn’t for the weak. Lessons learned and a few more notches on my belt. Lynette is the instructor that’s kicking my ass. So, in this installment of ‘mess around and find out’, the lessons of making mistakes…and shit if I didn’t fuck this up. The cover-up was even worse than the act. I’m a fool in love…willing to cheat, kill, and steal to keep what I got. But a fool is quickly separated from his love, too, if I don’t learn that Lynette is too fragile when it comes to love to keep cutting.

Her heart is turning cold. Lynette ain’t a dummy, no matter how much I try to spin it. Her gaze penetrates through me to get to the deceit. Now, the fear that keeps me up at night of her going back to that motherfucker Ex or falling for the slick words of my Father is like a circus monkey on my back. While everyone is readying for a battle for survival, I’m strapping up for the battle of the heart and for my family.

And as the lessons keep coming, the scales fall from my eyes to witness the biggest betrayal of my eternity. Nah, whoever said, ‘Blood is thicker than water’ is a fuckin’ liar.

Not only is this the end to Molech & Lynette's romance, but this is the end of a generation. You DO NOT want to miss this.


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