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His pockets were stuffed, and his accounts were limitless, affording him luxuries that not everyone had when it came to me. He didn't flinch at the notion that he had to pay to play. It enticed him. That was my type. He was my type. But he knew no boundaries. His quest commenced the second our eyes met, my body hypnotizing him and everyone else in the room around us. He was as confident as he was persistent, tireless in his efforts to retrieve the one part of me that I'd buried for safekeeping. And, once he had it in his grasp, like every other man I'd shamefully given it to, he crushed it.

Mercy DeCorte was the good girl of the WNBA. With two rings, a thriving career, and an unblemished image, she didn't need someone like me in her corner, causing havoc. See me? I was the bad boy of the NBA, known to throw hands with anyone on and off the court. Associating with me would ruin Mercy's image. She knew that, but she didn't care.

I knew I wanted her since the first time I saw her at that kitchen counter sobbing. I could see the pain in her eyes, and I knew she had never been loved right. She probably never had someone console or love her the way that I knew I would. I couldn't love her then. My heart wouldn't allow me to, knowing that everything or everyone that loves me ends up leaving this earth.

For centuries, I've walked this earth, a vampire king with golden eyes and ancient power, waiting for the one soul destined to be mine. When I found Carla—the Mother of Spiders, feared even in Wintermoon—I knew my search was over. Her magnificent children communicate through images, showing me possibilities of a future together, while others see only monsters to fear.

They thought fire would take everything—my home, my woman, and Elijah. That I'd be nothing but ashes. They forgot who I am. I'm King Inferno. I don't burn alone. The Inferno Gods don't just ride—we burn everything in our path.

In a world that has been ravaged by a destructive alien attack, an opportunity for a lifetime of riches in exchange for serving as consort to one of the alien defenders is indeed a great prize. Karma, down on her luck, will become the first Black consort, despite her belief that being an alien whore is only marginally better than serving humans.

I came home and ended up with two enemies because of the women I choose to love. Kendra was the one I thought I loved, but the feeling I felt when I looked into Alaia's eyes told me that I had never experienced love with Kendra. When I looked into my Joy's eyes, I wanted to give her the stars, moons, and the sky wrapped up with a big fat ass bow. So, for her, I would go to war to make sure Tweety had no part in touching her ever again.

As the CEO of Stone Enterprise, I wasn't used to hearing the word "no." The way I conducted business wasn't always legal, but that's the thing about owning everything I touched: no one could tell me I was wrong. Owing me was the worst thing you could ever do. When I collected on a debt, I only accepted two payment options: your life or something I deemed valuable. When I laid eyes on Fable Walters, I knew she would be the perfect payment for a debt she hadn't accrued. She was beautiful, intelligent, a hustler, and more importantly, she didn't fear me.

She's a homie hopper. She's confused. She doesn't take accountability for anything. She's f*cking her way through all her brothers' friends. I've heard more than a few of those when people talk about me, and I have even felt the same way my damn self. I didn't know what I wanted. I mean, I knew what I wanted. I wanted marriage, love, and the commitment that I made to my husband—ex-husband. I've found myself confused after my divorce from Naheim. It would have been easier to stay and forgive him for something that broke me. It would have been easier for him to stay and forgive me.

I knew how to love because I loved my Yaya more than life. I knew that I could love because of the baby I had grown within me and now held; I loved her more than I loved myself. As I watched this man sleep peacefully beside me, one arm around me, keeping me close, I knew that I loved him. I knew that I could see forever with him, and I knew that he would kill any and everything moving when it came to protecting me.

In the savage streets of Miami, where loyalty is life and betrayal is paid in blood, Romel "Trouble" Volkov runs the city as the ruthless head of a powerful mafia family. Hardened by a past that taught him emotions equal weakness, he built an empire on fear and control. His heart? Locked away behind ice-cold walls. His life? Tied to an arranged marriage with a woman he doesn't love, all to keep the family's power intact. Then comes Jermany. Bold. Unapologetic. A free spirit with fire in her soul and a softness Trouble never knew he craved. She doesn't just see him, she feels him.

I knew he had the power to make me feel, but he also had the power to break me. To pull my heart outside of my chest and stomp on it. I knew falling for a man like Capone came with more than I was ready for. He wasn't feared for no reason. Timmy never meant Jaiden any good, and I knew it from the first time I met him. I've never wanted someone dead as much as I wanted him dead. Timmy needed to go, and I didn't care how he went as long as he wasn't breathing. Capone put it on his life that he would always protect me and mine.

Royce Atkins doesn't need an introduction, simply because the city is his. His name is on a plethora of things, from legal to illegal, and no one dares to take it from him. Women aren't thought about because the family business takes precedence. Also, he's spoiled and entitled. Whatever he wants is always in reach. He's on everyone's radar, and he knows it. However, he never cared.

Deemed Detroit's bad boy, Czar is a man of many layers. To the world, he's a lyrical genius with a sharp tongue and tough exterior. Behind closed doors, he battles with dark demons from his past while dodging industry drama, scandals, and lies. Marley is walking through life barely existing. Her soul is shattered by tragedy, leaving her with a heavy heart and broken spirit. She's content with fading into the shadows, and it works for her until she collides with him.

I'm the last of my pack to find a mate, and it's agonizing. I crave the family life I've watched my brothers enjoy for years. So, I've chosen to assist Kade in rescuing baby shifters who are victims of an underground trafficking ring run by radical humans. It's a heartbreaking mission, saving orphaned shifter children, but it's necessary. I'm tired of seeing innocent supernaturals suffer at the hands of these extremists. I suspected I might meet my fated mate on this journey, but I was still caught off guard by her sweet strawberry scent, one I'll never forget.

Babi is holding her incarcerated man, Too Low, down. She loves him dearly, but is now questioning their future, as she realizes that he's never going to change. Then just as she begins to reexamine her relationship, she ends up laying hands on an associate, damaging a certain somebody's car in the process. Now, Face, the car owner, wants Babi to pay up, and we're not talking monetarily. What will Babi do when she faces temptation? Will she fold when a rich man wants her? Or will she remain loyal to her first and only love?

When Meer saw me off at the airport, I never expected to come home and become his wife. His daughter becoming mine. Our lives intertwining into one. I didn't think I was worthy of being loved the way this man loved me. Worthy of a man telling me how's he coming behind me and actually standing on that. He loves and accepts all parts of me. Our families have become one because of our love. For every good thing in my life, there's always a bad thing lurking. Death. Dishonor. Redemption? We're in the end game now.

Detavio Decebal was never meant to be good. He was raised in the shadows of a man who believed kindness was weakness, which later made him feel like love was nothing more than a leash meant to be snapped. He was raised by force and taught only to survive. By the time he became an adult, he had taught himself how to dominate those around him until he met Angel. A woman he set out to ruin and break since she was a threat to the Decebal name.

The scent of jasmine drove my dragon insane, consumed my every thought. I had to find her—the woman carrying that intoxicating fragrance. When I caught her trail, instinct took over. I couldn't stop tracking her, following every move she made. Stalking my fated mate became an obsession I was powerless to resist.

When she decided to throw caution out the window and succumb to one night of passion, she never expected the results following that night. Silas was tired of being controlled and his parents trying to dictate his life. Relationships were never on his radar, and he was enjoying the freedom being single gave him. The moment he learns he is about to become a father, his fight or flight senses kick in, and insecurities surface.