Ya Romance Novels By Black Authors Novels & Stories

I turned to the right, and there he was Zane Blackstone sat like the fucking king he was. His posture was commanding yet observant, like a fox. A girl knelt between his legs, her head bobbing up and down as she gave him a blow job, while his hands fisted in her hair, guiding her down his length. Not only that, around him, two frilly blondes ran their hands through his body while another two red-haired women held a bucket of ice and a bottle of whiskey in their hands respectively.

If you found yourself drawn to the darkness—the kind of love that burns down worlds—the deeper lore, the dragons, the mystery beyond the ice walls, or characters like Lazarus and Sebastian, you can explore their origins in my other novel, The Last Dragon’s Enslaved Lycan Mate. And if you love powerful heroines who have to fight to earn their place in the world, and fate-bound romance, I think you’ll also enjoy, The First of Her Kind. If you want more—behind-the-scenes, future projects, Q&As, and a closer look into the chaos inside my head—you can find me on the gram @mfs_author Yes, I’m a bit of a controversial author with a knack for dark fantasy/romance. My love stories are edgy, to say th

“Wow. Romantic. Really feeling the love here.” Noah shot me a look….guilty, desperate, like he wanted to rewind the last thirty seconds, I don’t know , or make sure I disappear. “Ava….” Yvana stepped closer to him, slid her arms around his waist, pressed right up against his chest. “But let’s get one thing straight.” Her voice dropped, sweet but sharp. “I don’t share. Not really. If we do this, it’s because I say yes. And after? She doesn’t get to keep coming around. No texts. No ‘study sessions.’ No late-night coffee runs. She touches you again without me there, I’ll rip her extensions out. Deal?”

Chapter 1 Lyra's POV I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer against me. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more contact. His deep groan vibrated through his chest and into mine, making everything inside me clench with desperate need. My fingers dug into his shirt as he continued kissing and sucking at my neck. He grabbed my waist, half-pulling, half-lifting me toward the bedroom. I felt more like a doll being moved than a person being carried. I knew this was wrong. I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment.

Elena's POV “Your what?!” I blurt out with my voice echoing through the quiet space. Ryan Blackwood just stands there calm as ever with his hands tucked into his pockets like he’s talking about the weather. His dark hair falls slightly over his forehead and his eyes... those cold, unreadable eyes... don’t even flinch. “I said,” he repeats slowly, “I want you to pose as my girlfriend for two months. Nothing more.” I blink at him, sure I must’ve heard wrong.

“But it seems the Moon Goddess has cursed me with you.” The crowd stirred in disbelief. Whispers rippled, shock spreading like wildfire. My heart pounded, my mind struggling to grasp his words. Cursed? Me? And then he sealed it. “I, Alpha Benjamin Black, reject you, Nova Stark, as my mate.” The rejection ripped through me like fire. A searing pain unlike anything I have ever experience before tore into my chest, stealing my breath. My knees buckled, my body trembling under the unbearable weight. Tears welled in my eyes and blurred my vision as gasps echoed around me. Some wolves looked on with pity, others with scorn.

Frame agreement for a Dominant / Submissive relationship This document specifies the responsibilities and duties of Damian Black {the Dominant} and Vincent Romano {the Submissive} as part of a consensual BDSM agreement. This agreement is private and shall not be disclosed in any circumstances to anyone, even if it is not legally binding. The Dominant I, Damian Black , request of Vincent Romano the acceptance of my dominance and guidance. I ask for ownership of your mind and body in return for my care and protection. Through this agreement, we may strengthen our bond and increase intimacy.

I had complete faith in my love and my plan. Jonathan rushed over to me and shoved Katrina to the side. He was ready to attack my neck but I held his face and sucked his lips intensely. I kissed him chastely, my fingers running over his silky hair. I was confident that if our love was powerful enough, this kiss would fade away his thirst for blood. My lips drew up to a grin because he responded by sucking my lips. Our lips soon moved in unison. Through the corner of my eyes, I noticed the blackness around his eyes had vanished. This proved that my plan worked and also that our love was the strongest; no force, no magic could break our love.

James sat in his grandmother's cozy living room, listening intently as she read him the stories of Eli, the vampire who had faced insurmountable odds and emerged victorious through sheer determination and the power of love. James had always loved hearing these stories, but today they held a special meaning for him.

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.”