Romance Novels By Black Authors Novels & Stories

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

he asked. “I can’t have you taking it off premises so yes,” she replied. “I know you’re a quick reader.” Damien Black was a good author. He could tell from the first page. The setting wasn’t unique, but he could tell the author was setting up something that hadn’t been done before. The story was set in at a British university in the 1960s and depicted a forbidden romance between a professor and student. The first smut scene he came across was tastefully done.

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“But the blackmailer is real. We need to deal with that later.” I moaned softly into his kiss, legs spreading for him. “Right now… just fuck me quick before they come looking.” He spun me around, bent me over the counter, and thrust in deep in one stroke. “Take it quietly,” he whispered, pounding into me hard. “Brady and Sophia are still here.” I pushed back against him, moaning low. “Harder, Alexander. I need you.” He railed me fast, one hand over my mouth, the other rubbing my clit. “This pussy is mine. Not Brady’s. Not anyone’s.”

"I have no mate." "No mate?" He rose, a spark of interest in his eyes. "Then the rumors are true? The Alpha of the northern packs—Cain Blackthorn—he was here last night but did not claim you as mate?" "He claimed me as partner." I let the word hang. "An alliance. Not a collar." The northern alpha laughed, a rough sound. "And you trust him?" "Trust is earned." I glanced toward the main doors, expecting Cain to stride through at any moment. "And I am not so easily won."

, he notifies me before taking his leave and I sigh deeply. Nicolas takes me to our room as I find it hard to even look in anyone’s eyes, my head is buzzing with all the events encountered today, and I beg for sleep. But I feel I can’t even sleep because my boss, the so-called owner of mine, must be home soon. “Why is it so dark and lifeless?”, the man whom I knew as a lively person had his room painted in black and grey. Even in the daylight it could easily feel dark if the lights are not on or curtains are off.

“He’s clearly got you on drugs or something.” “That’s ridiculous. I’m completely sober.” “Are you, Camille? I should give you a test or something.” He checked out the other books. More vampire romance? Where were the werewolves? He saw none. “Wrong,” Dire grumbled. Don’t worry. We’ll get her proper books. Maddox browsed more of the vampire books and realized that they all had the same author. Grace Moon. That was an interesting name.

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“Adrian Blackwood, huh? Sounds like he’s got it bad for you.” I laughed nervously, but she wasn’t done. “You’re in love with him, aren’t you?” My stomach flipped. “What? No. That’s… ridiculous.” I was saved—or cornered—when Adrian walked in. He carried a bouquet of deep red roses, the kind you’d see in a romance novel. “I’d like to know the answer to that too,” he said, his voice carrying a teasing edge. I stared at him, my heart pounding. Adrian Blackwood, standing in my office with flowers, looking at me like I was the only woman in the world. It was too much.

“Enrico and I have an arrangement. I give him a few dollars throughout, and then he finds me at the end for his real tip so his catering company doesn’t take a percentage.” I nod. “Okay, and—” An older black man emerges out of the crowd with a gorgeous woman in a glittering red dress at his side. “Cat! I thought we were going to miss you this time around.” “Mr. Washington.” Dante shakes his hand warmly. “And Mrs. Washington, my god, you look incredible.” The woman on the man’s arm smiles prettily, highlighting the smile lines carved into her dark skin. “You are a charmer. You have to be careful, Andre, or Cat’s going to steal me away.”