African American Authors Romance Books Novels & Stories

Running his fingers over the wet lace at the apex of her legs. Janiya wiggles underneath Zane, giving a glimpse of what’s to come—using one hand to push the fabric aside and the other to explore and feel her moist, smooth center. Her entire body is blazing with fire as Hane touches and caresses her most intimate area. They were from two separate worlds, yet when they came together in bed, it never mattered that he was Chinese and famous, and she was an intelligent, kind-hearted, and normal African American woman. Wrapping a hand around his maleness, she stroked him expertly until he was thick and stiff. Mutual love, pleasure, and passion were their only concern. Looking up at him, no man had

and worst of all, he was my stepbrother. My name is Elena Romero, and I have always been the good girl that could do no wrong. Just a girl and her books they say, but what they didn't know was that those books housed my dark fantasies, dragging me into a world so forbidden that it left me craving for what I shouldn't have. And I would have gotten away with it, my fantasies would have remained fantasies, but everything changed when mother forced me to pack up and leave Italy with her. She had fallen in love with Butch, a handsome man in his sixties, and he lived in Chicago with his son, Frederick.

Love often finds us in the most unexpected ways. In this heartfelt collection of emotional stories, women from different walks of life discover deep connections and meaningful relationships that change them forever. Best friends reunite and realize their true feelings. Colleagues move past rivalry to find understanding. A bride rethinks her future when new emotions surface. Family bonds evolve in surprising directions. From quiet cabins and busy offices to creative spaces and personal journeys, these tales explore themes of self-discovery, courage, age-gap friendships, personal growth, and the joy of finding someone who truly understands your heart. Filled with tenderness, emotional depth

No, this was the rush I lived for. I uncrossed my legs slowly, letting my short skirt ride up my thighs a bit as I sat forward, my full breasts pressing against my blouse. My nipples were already hard, rubbing against the lace of my bra. I smiled at him, bold as ever. “Because it’s exactly that, Dr. Black. The character isn’t surrendering out of love. She’s wet for the control, the way he pins her down with words and authority before he even touches her. It’s raw. It’s filthy. And pretending it’s just intellectual is bullshit. Don’t you think?”

[Francis Davis, 1990-2023] No final words of wisdom and no heartfelt farewells. Just the dates marking the beginning and end of their stories, with a tiny dash in between to represent everything in between. That tiny dash was their whole world. They fell hard for each other, fought fiercely, and in the end, they went down together.

While you're at it, you can check out my other profile @KinahFeels. I also write there, and if you're fan of romance, adventure, African fiction, etc, you'll find them there! I'd really really appreciate if you could check my books out. Thanks in advance. 1. BABY'S DADDY (pregnancy-romance) 2 HER DILEMMA (erotica) 3. ALACRIMIA (General fiction) 4. ON AIR (pregnancy-romance)

Once again, I’m writing a story to honor the request of a reader! A little over a year ago, Ms. Ciara Townsend wrote to me: “My best friend and I are avid readers, and my favorite books usually have white lead characters and black minor characters, and they’re usually quite ghetto. It’s a little discouraging when all of the couples are with people of the same race when there are so many mixed people in the world. I would love an interracial romance, especially when there are so many people that don’t believe in it.”

His tongue invades my mouth, and I melt against him, my body singing under his touch. The bond between us roars to life, an inferno of need, and I feel him, his desire, his fury, his terrifying, all-consuming love. Then A hand fists in my hair. Dominic wrenches me back, breaking the kiss. Adrian snarls, but Dominic ignores him, his gaze locked onto mine. He whispers in my ear "You don’t just belong to him, little wolf." His free hand slides down my chest, his fingers brushing the lightning mark. The contact sends a jolt through me, my nipples tightening painfully. "You belong to me too."

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My fingers found my swollen clit and started rubbing in slow circles. The sight was too much. Isaac’s powerful body dominating my sister. The way he held her hair. The wet sounds. The raw lust on his face. Rehab had not worked. Not even close. I had found him attractive the second I saw him chopping wood. I had imagined him between my thighs, those strong hands holding me down, that thick cock stretching me. I tried to shove the thought away the moment I learned he was married to Claire. But now, watching him use her mouth while his eyes suddenly lifted and locked onto mine through the crack in the doorway, something dark and delicious bloomed inside me.