Black Woman, White Billionaire (Interracial Romance)

Dark Obsession


This black woman just can’t find a good man.

Could a mysterious billionaire be the answer to her problems… or cause more of them?

Octavia attracts a certain kind of man. Specifically, white scumbag jerks that cheated on their wives or can barely hold down a job.

That is, until a man saves her not only from a bad date… he saves her life! He’s sexy, smart, and makes her feel beautiful. But is he worth the danger?

She’s threatened with a gun and left scared for her life. Will Bradley be able to keep her safe and win her over?

His Chocolate Obsession

Can interracial love grow in a foreign country before Richard and Jazmine have to go home?

Jazmine is a smart, driven young black woman on a missions trip to South Africa. What she expected was a vacation with some hard work now and then. What she got instead was a mother deathly ill and more stress than she’s ever dealt with.

When her wealthy neighbor finds her distraught, he brings her home to make her soup. Not realizing she’s never had alcohol before, he offers her some wine and she doesn’t react well to it. The next thing she knows, she wakes up in his bed.

Will Jazmine accept Richard’s interest in her? Is Richard really willing to settle for someone so much younger than him? Can love grow in a foreign country before both of them have to go home?

His Black Baby

Jealousy rules Tiffany’s life. Now she has a surefire way to get what she wants: a baby.

Even though Max comes from a wealthy family, his habits threaten to send him to the poorhouse. With Charlotte, he wanted to do everything right. Too bad she just isn’t interested in him after a big mistake. She uses him for pleasure, but doesn’t want anything more serious from him.

Imagine her surprise when she winds up pregnant!

Tiffany, on the other hand, has loved him since they met. Max only ever saw her as a friend, until one drunk night…

Now he has two bundles of joy on the way, and a messy life to clean up fast.


 

Excerpt:

I’m dressed in my finest, a little black dress with some pearls around my neck and a small silver ring on my left middle finger. I tied my hair up in a loose and messy bun, but it looks glamorous on me for some reason. My hair may be fake, but it’s high quality and I look stunning with it.

Opening up my small clutch purse, I check to make sure I have my debit card. I’ve been walked out on enough times to know I need to bring money in case the asshole leaves me the bill before slipping away quietly. Maybe I shouldn’t call him an asshole before I meet him.

I push my card back into my purse, and by the time I look back up he’s here. On time and everything! Good way to start the date.

“You must be Octavia. You’re more stunning than Rebecca said.” He holds out his hand and, taking mine, kisses me on my knuckles. I giggle and blush. “My name is Charles, but you can call me Charlie.”

“Okay, Charlie.” I smile and he sits. He’s not bad looking, probably a solid 7. His hair is a bit thin, but it’s styled so you can hardly tell. His eyes are so dark they’re nearly black, and his nose is strong. Always liked a man with a strong nose.

The waiter comes over and immediately we’re poured glasses of red wine. The expensive stuff. I hold back a wince and hope Charlie doesn’t dine and ditch me with the bill. “So, what do you do on Wall Street, Charlie?”

He flashes a huge grin. “I make money! I deal with stocks for my clients. It’s a rush when everything goes right. I’ve actually had a pretty lucky streak lately!”

The night goes by fast, but through the whole thing I feel like I am being watched. I’m finished my steak and Charlie is finishing off a second glass of wine when I finally figure out why.

“Octavia?”

The voice sounds familiar, but not familiar enough for me to put a face to it. Furrowing my eyebrows, I look around.

“Octavia, what a surprise to see you here.”

I look up. In another gorgeous business suit stands the man from yesterday, the one who gave me his handkerchief. I grimace, looking to Charlie apologetically. The night has been going so well. This is the last thing I need to happen.

“And with Charles, no less.” They shake hands.

A dark look comes over Charlie’s face. “Good evening, Mr. Strange,” he says. I try to figure out what his tone means, but it’s escaping me.

“Charles, do you have a second? I have something I need to discuss with you, about work.”

“No, I don’t think-”

“Millions of dollars are on the line.” Bradley Strange gives my date a look, one full of danger.

“It’s okay, Charlie, I can wait here.” I flash him a smile to encourage him. Boy if I ever see this Bradley guy again I’ll punch him right in the nose! How rude can you be?

The men leave. I scroll through my phone, reading updates from friends on Twitter about how awesome their nights are going. I consider briefly tweeting about my night, but think better of it. I don’t need everyone to know I have a stalker who ruined my date.

So I wait. And I wait.

Charlie never comes back. 45 minutes later, I even get up and follow the direction they went. I ask a waiter if he’s seen Charlie or Bradley, and he points to the bathrooms. Sure enough, Bradley is standing there on his cell phone. He sounds pissed.

When he sees me he holds up a finger asking me to wait. “Yeah, that’s fine. Just fire him.” Ouch. Someone’s going to be having a bad day tomorrow. He hangs up and sighs, shaking his head before he looks up at me.

“Have you seen Charlie?”

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