Book 2 of the Empress Zima series. Its been two years since Zima Bibsbebe Nadya had been sold and moved to Japan from her native home Kenya, and married Emperor of the Village of Grace Aki Asako Ota. Her new lifestyle as a Empress gave her love, friendships, and freedom she never had back at home. But with enemies eve...
Book 1 of the Empress Zima Series. Zima was just a nobody, who had no idea where her life was going when her parents allowed her to be forcefully married to a Japanese Emperor. She was forced to leave her native African village and adjust to a whole different life at The Village of Grace. The new, young, and scary Em...
[COMPLETED] "I-I've never kissed anyone before." Matthew whispers and my eyes widen in shock. This gorgeous giant has never kissed anyone before. Then that must mean...... "Are you a virgin?" I whisper, playing with his tie as he looks up at me from his seated position with wide eyes. He gulps and I can tell he's emb...
Twenty-three-year-old Tyla Heineman always worked for what she wanted. She never had anything handed to her on a silver platter. When audacious Tyla gets kicked out of her apartment, she is forced to work for the Maranzano family's exclusive club. But there are two problems. One being him, Cristian, The Don, the godfa...
#1 in Africa #1 in Latin #1 in Possessive "I'm very sure I'm allowed to fuck who so ever I want to fuck" I yelled at him, unaware of how close we were "No Cara, you only get to fuck me, I own you and this sweet pussy of yours" he said, sliding his fingers into my pussy. All this started because of that stupid threeso...
All Osa knows is pain. Pain at home. Pain at school. Pain everywhere. According to everyone, she's a freak, which is why no one really cares when she suddenly disappears. She never expected to be saved by some mysterious man. Neither did she know that he had a plan. #414 in romance 4/12/17 #242 in romance 13/12/17 #3...
"Hey?" I see the guy flinch, looking at me...but not truly looking at me. He looks in a odd direction, and I clear my throat. "Hi, do you...have my drink?" He asks me softly, his voice quite deep but somehow gentle. "I do, I'm the one that makes them." I tell him proudly, and I watch as a bright smile accompanies h...
