Ya Romance Novels By Black Authors Novels & Stories

At least, she was supposed to come back today. Rafael had been so anxious for her arrival that he had practically spent the whole day perched on the deep-seated chair under the upstairs hallway window that had a clear view to the main driveway. So as not to seem as pathetic as he felt, he had brought with him a leather-bound first edition of some Victorian novel and used it as a prop to fool whoever passed by that he wanted to sit in the sunlight and read. Late one evening, a black cab chugged up in front of the house. When the door opened and Zeo stepped out, Rafael had felt the kind of raw euphoria he normally suppressed-a wild, untamed emotion.

"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."

Sophia's POV "What the fuck are you talking about?! Twenty years ago I wasn't even born! Are you crazy?!" I snapped angrily. "I am talking about my body, Sophia," Callan said, his tone turning smooth, deep, and deadly serious. "For twenty years, my sex life has been an absolute curse. Every woman I have ever touched, every woman I have ever tried to take to bed ended up screaming in pain, passing out from the unbearable discomfort, or bleeding so heavily I had to rush them to private surgeons. Do you have any idea what that does to a man?"

Elara’s POV I didn’t go back to Dante’s estate. The Romano house would always be full of his rules, his control, and tonight, I wanted none of it, I wanted a bit of spice since I couldn’t get it from him. Instead, I told the driver to turn east. “Black Manor,” I said. He glanced at me in the rearview mirror. “Madam…” “I didn’t ask for commentary.” I say The car changed direction immediately. By the time we pulled through the steel gates of Victor Black’s estate, I had already decided how the night would end. The guards recognized me, they always did. No one stopped me, no one announced me well, they never needed to.

Angel Caierre folded his glowing arms over his tiny chest. “Cute?” Spiky-Horn Caierre barked out a laugh that sounded like metal scraping stone. “Nothing about this is cute. This is a disaster, a cosmic tragedy. A romance doomed from the start and he is way too dumb to realize it.” “I am not dumb!” Caierre snapped. “Sweetheart, you literally asked if ‘I can’t deny you’ was a confession. That’s like the most romantic line ever. Even babies understand that.” Angel Caierre pointed a tiny glowing finger at him.

“This isn’t a romance novel, Lila. It’s my life. And I don’t want sparks with him. I want him to leave me alone.” But deep down, a small, traitorous part of her wasn’t so sure. Meanwhile, Damien stared out at the skyline from his office, a glass of scotch in hand though the sun was barely past noon. Grace Monroe was dangerous not because she could ruin him, but because she could distract him. And Damien Blackwood didn’t allow distractions. Yet for the first time in years, he didn’t feel like a man in control. He felt like a man on the edge of something he couldn’t quite name.

“You can't exactly call out 'heads up,' can you?” More snickers rippled through the room. I bent down to pick up the notebook, my long dark hair falling like a curtain around my face. The pages had scattered everywhere, my careful notes about werewolf history now trampled under expensive boots and designer heels. This was my life. Kaira Blackwood, the silent freak of Shadowdale Academy, the most prestigious supernatural boarding school on the West Coast. While other students mastered their wolf forms and dominated in their pack hierarchies, I sat in the back row, invisible and voiceless.

" CRIMSON 'Il Velo di MINE' [The Veil of Mine] Book 1 from 'MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE' series ________________________ **AUTHOR NOTES** Meet the 'Mafia Second Chance Romance MINE series' Family member's books:- Book 1: CRIMSON 'Il Velo di MINE' [The Veil of Mine] story of Azrael Sartori Book 2: CORAZON 'MINE Ombra' [MINE Shadow] story of Draven Sartori & Throne Sartori Book 3: CIELO 'MINE Custodi' [MINE Guardian] story of Cassius Sartori Book 4: PEONY 'MINE Sussurro' [MINE Whisper] story of Magnus Sartori Book 5: LUZ 'MINE Segreto' [MINE Secret] story of the youngest member named Seraphim Sartori.

The bond pulled like a tide, and my eyes followed before I could stop them. Damien Blackthorn stood near the ceremonial fire, surrounded by warriors and high-ranking wolves. His black shirt clung to the kind of muscle that only came from years of training and dominance, sleeves rolled to reveal veins and tanned skin dusted with faint scars. The firelight threw gold over his jaw, sharp and perfect, the faint shadow of stubble making him look even more dangerous. And his eyes — deep, stormy grey — were locked on mine. The noise of the gathering faded into a muffled hum. It was just us, two points in a world that suddenly felt too small to hold the space between. My wolf pressed against my mind

I shifted in my heels, feeling discomfort under the unfamiliar man's slimy scrutiny. He didn't bother to hide the dark lust that simmered and consumed the greens in his orbs. "This is Ellie," Lorenzo said, his hand moving to rest on my hip in a gesture that was unmistakably possessive. "Elijah's sister. She's also a member of the Black Rose now." Something shifted in Vincent's expression. His eyes became hungrier, more calculating, as they traveled slowly down my body and back up. I felt like livestock being appraised at auction.