I’ve written tons of books—published a lot of them, and even unpublished quite a few as I’ve switched genres and figured out how I wanted to be seen as an author. This list is what remains available after all of my indecisiveness. And don’t worry, I’m not unpublishing anything else, and what’s coming will be too good to take down 👑
COMING OCT. 5TH
He’s been alive for over a century and a half. She’s been surviving her whole life. Neither of them expected what happens when their worlds collide.
Amari Goddard owns the most exclusive casino in Philadelphia, moves only at night, and keeps the world
at a careful distance. He has everything—except the one thing a vampire needs most. Aaliyah Carter is a
gifted artist working the pole at Fantasies on Fourth, one rent increase away from losing everything she
has. When Amari walks into her club and can’t look away, neither of them is prepared for the force of what ignites between them.
But Amari is hiding something that would change everything Aaliyah thinks she knows about the world—and about him. And the closer she gets, the more she realizes that the most dangerous thing in her life isn’t the men at the club, or the boss who takes half her money, or even the secrets Amari is keeping. It’s the way she’s starting to feel about all of it.
Dark, sensual, and set against the electric nightlife of Philadelphia, Thirst is a story about hunger in all its
forms—for blood, for freedom, for someone who finally sees you clearly.
Some hungers can’t be ignored.
My name is Nia Washington. I’m a submissive. And I am f***ing tired.
I’m tired of men that claim to be a Dominant, but have no clue what it really means. I’m tired of men playing a part they saw on TV or read in a book, and using it to get what they want out of a woman before leaving her high and dry. I’m tired of men who don’t know a single thing about boundaries, and I’m tired of them using BDSM as an excuse to abuse women. I’m tired of men that can’t even take care of themselves, but claim to be able to take care of a submissive. I am so f***ing tired.
I’m also tired of the way my new boss looks at me when we’re at the office—the way he fixes his intimidating gaze on me and pins me in place with just a look. I’m tired of the perfect way his clothes fit his body, the exquisite way he grooms himself, and how everyone in the office moves out of his way like they’re afraid, while also craving his approval and praise. I’m tired of the way he is the perfect example of everything I have been looking for in a Dom for far too long, and I’m so very tired of him not being mine.
I know he has secrets—a painful past that has hardened his heart—and I know he needs to heal from wounds no one can see. But if there was a checklist on how to be the perfect Dom, he would check every box. We’ve both been through far too much, but the way we fit together is too perfect to ignore. Now all I need to know is if he’s as tired as I am of being alone.
She’s the best submissive I’ve ever had. She’s fearless, with a level of masochism I’ve never seen in all my years of being a Dominant. For the first time in my life, I’ve met someone who is as dark as me. The only problem is that she’s the detective investigating the disappearance of my last submissive … the one I killed.
Most people wouldn’t accuse me of being a good person, but most people don’t understand me. Hell, I’m not sure I understand myself sometimes. All I know is that my life has been a challenge, and the day-to-day grind of all wears me down.
I graduated college with a degree in marketing, and have just been brought on to be an intern at an ad agency. Contrary to the chaos in my home life, things are looking up … until I learn that Kendrick Kennedy will also intern for the same agency.
I met Kendrick just before graduating college, and out of everyone at Temple U, I hated him the most. I hated the way he intimidated people. I hated the way he always spoke his mind with no filter, and I really hated having to admit that sex with him brought out things in me that I never knew were there.
Now that we’re forced to work together, my hatred for him has returned, and so has the fire in my belly that burns only for him. I can’t stand having him around, but as our lives grow even more complicated, the man I loathe becomes my haven and the source of my greatest pleasures. He doesn’t try to put out the flames within me. He fans them, and together we burn hotter than the sun.
We are chaos and beauty combined, and Kendrick just might be the exact thing I’ve been craving this entire time. Now, if only we can get over our BS.
Have you ever wanted to become the character on the page? That’s how I felt every time I read a book written by my favorite author, Nathan Booker. I lived and breathed for his books, because the men in his novels sexually dominated the women, and it made me wish I could dive into the story and experience it for myself. I didn’t know that when I met Nathan at a signing that I’d actually get the chance.
But not all stories are fairy tales. Some are kinky, erotic dramas that turn your world upside down. This story—my story, swooped in on me like a silent hurricane, stealing my breath and threatening to destroy everything around me. Nathan pulled me into his world of spicy romance, but with every turn of the page I learn that reading it is one thing, and experiencing it is another.
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