African-american Romance Books Novels & Stories

Her throat tightened, eyes misted, as if she could will reality to transform. She read it again, hoping the words might change under her gaze. But they remained the same, unyielding in their cruelty. The invitation slipped from her fingers, fluttering like a burned-out matchstick onto the marble floor. Aidan had belonged to her for two years, their lives knitted together in a shared future. Their dreams had unraveled just three months ago when he claimed he needed "space." Apparently, his "space" included a dazzling engagement ring and her sister's triumph.

Author’s Note to the Reader Dear Reader, What you are about to step into is not just a love story. It’s a tangled web of passion, betrayal, secrets, and the quiet ache of discovering the truth behind the people we think we know. Jacqueline’s journey is one many of us know too well, the journey of holding on when we should let go, of chasing stability while craving fire, of mistaking comfort for love. Her story unfolds in layers: through the haunting grip of her dreams, the unraveling of a once-promising engagement, and the magnetic pull of a man who exists both in her subconscious and in the shadows of her waking life.

She lived a few blocks away, in a messy studio with her cat, and we grabbed lunch whenever we could. Work that morning dragged. I shelved romance novels, the kind with shirtless guys on the covers, and wondered if Mark and I would ever get that steamy. Our honeymoon in the mountains had been sweet—hiking, cuddling by the fire—but nothing wild. I wasn't complaining; I loved the quiet moments. But sometimes, flipping through those books, I felt a little spark of curiosity. What if? Anyway, by noon, I was out the door, weaving through the bustling streets to the cafe.

No job since the diner fired me last week for showing up late after the funeral home meeting. Elias Davenport. Fifty years old, married, richer than God. I’d fucked him in the back office of his own bar like it was nothing. No, not nothing. It was everything I’d needed right then—hard, fast, no bullshit questions about how I was “holding up” after the crash. Just his hands on me, his cock stretching me open, and the sound of him groaning my name like he meant it.

Perhaps I'm more afraid of learning who Lucas really is. I'd prefer it if we continued as strangers just about to get married for business. I didn't want to know his favorite color or how he feels about the racism that's been going on for centuries. I didn't want to become even a little bit invested at Lucas because I fear that I might... break. Then I'll be blinded. Then everything's for nothing. All I wanted to know was what he's about to do with the Santelli business when we're married and if he really is keeping me and won't treat me like an old toy when it's done. That's it.

"Whenever this question you just asked me is brought up, the easiest route to follow is the one that leads to advertisement which is undeniable true. Some people love to write about what they can show to the world. I mean, some people love to write about what they can show the world proudly. They like to write about what they can easily advertise and promote without hesitation. I love to write about what I can relate with. I love to write about topics that unites people together and not tear them apart. I like to write about love because love is a feeling that everyone wants. It is a desire that everyone wants to feel. It is an emotion that everyone wants to experience. So, I would say that

And that's all that mattered even if she was cursing me. . ____ A. Gupta Check out my completed books: Mafia Romance with dark, DARK Heroes: Bride to Be, CAGED, Twisted Marriage!! And another sweet, angsty, steamy book duo: His Broken Princess and His Steel Princess!!

We fucked like that for a long time— passionate, possessive, romantic. The rivalry with Sophia and Brady was only making us need each other more.

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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."