Good Black Romance Books Novels & Stories

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“Because it isn’t mine. I don’t sell myself, Mr. Blackwood. What happened that night wasn’t a transaction. I was heartbroken. I was drunk. I made a mistake. But I wasn’t for sale. And I refuse to let anyone put a price on my dignity.” Her words carried quiet fire. I respected that. More than I should have. My eyes drifted over her again — the way her blouse moved with each breath, the curve of her neck, the way she sat with such poised dignity even in this charged moment. The memory of her body against mine that night refused to stay buried. The way she had gasped when I had touched her. The way she had whispered my name. I shifted slightly on the sofa, suddenly aware of how little I was wea

The robe slid from my shoulders with a whisper and pooled at my feet, leaving me bare beneath his hungry gaze. “You just didn’t see me,” I whispered, pulling him into another heated kiss, unwilling to let a single second slip away. His lips claimed mine with urgency. He sucked gently on my lower lip while I nipped at his upper, parting for him. Our tongues tangled, hot and reckless, igniting sparks that raced through my veins. His hand slid firmly around my waist, drawing me flush against his body until there was no space left between us. The kiss deepened, consuming, as if neither of us could get enough.

Blackwood Enterprises was written in bold letters at the top. My eyes darted to the open notebook sitting right on his bed. There were notes on "rival syndicate" and "leverage on Victor." They were tied to danger? My heart raced. I heard footsteps and rushed out of the room and right back to mine. My heart was thumping hard when I leaned against the closed door. The phone in my hand buzzing nearly gave me a cardiac arrest. It was only a text message from Damien. "See you at midnight by the pool house or I will come for you."

PROLOGUE TATIANA Death smashed into the back of Adrian’s slick Maserati, demanding our lives. My body jerked forward and the seat belt cut into my chest. My heart jumped, racing as fast as my husband’s driving. “What’s going on?” I whimpered frantically as I glanced over my shoulder. The headlights of a black SUV filled the rear window. Smash. My body jerked forward again. “Adrian!” I screamed. “Gun, get a gun.”

I hated any other bright colors. My hair was still damp. I heard a car pull into the driveway of our neighbor, Mrs Smith.I walked over to my window and stared out the glass. A woman and the most beautiful girl I had ever seen got out.She had long dark hair.Judging from the way they interacted with Mrs Smith ,I could see they were family. Right then,the beautiful girl lifted her eyes to my window and our eyes locked for a second.I felt a connection .My,I must be crazy if I felt a connection to someone's who name I did not even know.

“So, what does this say about you, Mr. Hart? Hm? That you still want to sleep with me so badly you had to put it in writing?” His jaw ticked and in the next second, he crowded me, closing the space between us. My pulse leapt as his hands found the edge of the counter behind me, pinning me in, caging me against the marble. “You think sexual contracts are about stating wants?” His breath grazed my ear, sending a jolt of electricity through me. “No, Zoe. They’re about control. He bit down on my ear softly and I couldn't control the moan that slipped past my lips. “I’m a man who sets his sights on what he wants, Zoe. And I don’t stop until I have it.”

Crazy lady, but I still love her. “Ready for a night filled with romance and popcorn?” Cole asked with a twinkle in his eye. “Oh, absolutely! I hope you’re prepared for a heated competition!” I shot back, mischief dancing behind my smile. Our first stop was the local cinema, where we had discovered an old-school drive-in movie showing a classic romantic comedy ‘Anyone But You’. I was touched Cole remember my preference. As we settled in the cozy seats of Cole’s car, a glorious mix of buttered popcorn wafted through the air, its aroma mingling with the fragrance of blooming flowers wafting through the windows.

The mother and son would not even see death coming if things were to go tense with the mayoress. However, he really could not endure the unfair treatment. Third Brother’s ex-wife behaved obediently with Benedict when he was rich but left him now that he was penniless. Once again, he was all alone. Frustrated, he went to the nightclub to vent out his anger. He lit a cigarette and began smoking after spending the night with one of the women. For reasons unknown to himself, he suddenly started chatting with the prostitute. The woman in her late 30s was named Yvonne Cook. She was over ten years older than Benedict. The two of them clicked instantly and felt as if they had known each other all al

She stays cuddled up next to me as we both settle into the snacks in our hands, eyes glued to the screen displaying the romcom we finally settle on. I have no idea how much time have passed until I see the credits rolling up the screen and I turn to find her already looking at me. "It wasn't so bad for something named Book of love, yeah?" I ask her, wishing she'll stop looking at me like she's started pitying me all over again and is afraid of breaking my fragile, porcelain frame even more. She answers with a nod, her hair slipping and falling into her face. God, if only there's a world where shit didn't happen and she didn't ever have to cry and stays mine forever, what I won't give to esca