Songbird’s Surrender: A Steamy BWWM Interracial Multicultural Mafia Forbidden Love Historical 1920s Romance

What would you give up for fame? Your body? Your heart? Your soul?


I never meant to fall for him. Vincent Moretti was just my ticket out of poverty—a gangster who offered me a deal I couldn't refuse. One year as his "exclusive performer" at the Silver Moon speakeasy. Sing on his stage. Sleep in his bed. Do whatever he wants, whenever he wants it. The contract was clear, and so was the look in his dark eyes when I signed my name.
"You belong to me now," he whispered that first night, his hands learning every inch of my body like he owned it. And God help me, I let him. I let him take me against his office desk, in his private club, on silk sheets worth more than everything I owned.

What I never expected? How much I'd crave his touch. How his mouth on me would make me forget everything—my strict church upbringing, my mother's disappointment, the danger of loving a white gangster in 1927 Chicago. Every time Vincent enters me, my body surrenders completely, my throat raw from screaming his name.

But when rival gangsters put a target on my back and federal agents close in, I have to Is the man worth the danger? Is the pleasure worth the price? When my contract finally ends, will I run toward freedom... or back into his arms?




I bought her voice but got her soul instead. When Ruby Mae Johnson walked into my speakeasy, I only saw a colored girl with pipes that could pack my club every night. Another asset to own. Another body to enjoy.

"I don't buy what I haven't sampled," I told her before she signed, watching fear and desire battle in those big brown eyes. I took her hard that first time, marking her as mine, never guessing she'd end up marking me too.

Now I wake up desperate to hear her sing, to feel her warm skin against mine, to watch her come apart when I thrust inside her. I've killed men for looking at her wrong. I've risked my entire empire just to keep her safe.

The contract says she's mine for one year. But as midnight approaches on our final day, I'm terrified of the she owns me more completely than I ever owned her. If she walks away, she'll take everything that matters with her.

They say gangsters don't have hearts. Ruby proved them wrong by stealing mine. Now I'll burn down Chicago to keep her—contract or no contract.

This scorching-hot historical romance features graphic bedroom scenes that will steam up your windows, dangerous gangsters who break all the rules, and a love affair that defies the odds. Not for the faint of heart!