I’m not a good man, no matter what some women might say, and I don’t pretend to be. I am who I am, and I accept that.

I don’t tolerate disrespect, and I always go after what I want—usually, I get it. You’ll never hear me call myself an alpha male.

Maybe a monster, or sometimes devilish when I spray on a little Baccarat. But no matter what Kenya Jones says, she is MINE.

Her:Fear is not something I’m accustomed to. I’ve been heartbroken, cheated on, and I’m a survivor.

I’ve been through the worst and still stand tall. I can handle almost anything—except Alexandur Bucur.

He is the devil in a suit, a man so dark he makes you believe monsters still exist. His actions terrify me, but the scent of Baccarat on his skin entices me.

It lingers on my pillows long after he’s gone. He makes my heart flutter like a high school crush.

When I close my eyes, he’s there, his strong fingers tracing down my cheekbones and into the curve of my neck. At work, his scent lingers in my nose.

I am Kenya Jones, and this isn’t a love story for the weak. "The Devil Wears Baccarat" by Jatoria C.

is a breathtaking dark interracial romance for women who love dark romance, possessive alpha men, and intense love stories. .