The world has chewed up and spit out Eleanor Robinson again and again. It began with her parents, one taken by a tragedy, one addicted to horrific drugs, and a brother who's too boozed out to know if she's alive or dead. Alone in the world, Ellie isn't exactly sure of how life works, of how anything works, really. The only two people she has that even remotely understand are Sebastian and Scarlett, a pair of siblings that remind her so much of her own family, it's hard to be around them sometimes. When the trio finally move in together after being friends for almost three years, they end up closer than ever. But the move brings along another problem into Ellie's life. Cole Everett is a fighter. From the moment he was cast aside by his family, he's had to fight for scraps at the orphanage dinner table, fight for a spot in the light of his foster family's eyes, and fight for the love of his adoptive parents. It seemed like he never won when it came to personal battles, but in the ring... In the ring, he owned the world. Years and years of the world kicking Cole's ass has shaped him into the fighter Ellie and everyone else sees him as. But the world has also shaped Ellie, and the sweet, heavy-hearted girl paints on a façade that seems only Cole can break through. As the pair attempt to navigate a decent enough relationship to be in the same room as one another without going for the throat, the people around them float between blurred lines of friend or foe. Hearts clash, past enemies arise, and the pair's hearts hang in the balance of it all.

𝑨𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒗 𝑲𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒚𝒂𝒑,is a rich businessman of the state. His wife Kavya was the only love of his life. He had a crush on her since their college days. Finally he proposed her and they got married. There dream of 'happily ever after' could not come true. They were married for 2 years when Aadya was born and Kavya lost her life while giving her birth. It broke Aarav completely. Now the only source of his survival was his 6 months old daughter, Aadya. It was then when his parents suggested him to marry again. He couldn't help but to marry again for the shake of her beloved daughter. .. ... 𝑯𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒚𝒂 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒂, a simple girl but unfortunately a widow. Her husband died just after ten days of their wedding due to heart attack. Her in-laws blamed her for her husband's death and she was thrown out of the house. Her parents forced her to marry again and that too with a man who was a father of 6month old daughter. What twists and turn will Aarav's and Hridya's lives take place? Will they ever accept each other?

His finger trailed up my thigh ever so gently causing my pussy complete torture. He knew what he was doing. He knew this was driving me completely crazy. Just as his fingers were trying to push past my underwear my hand grabbed onto his wrist. "Don't," I warned, in a low voice making sure nobody would notice. "Watch me fuck you in front of every single person here unless Tobias stops looking at you like that." He explained. I glanced over to Tobias who was looking angrier than ever. If Tobias didn't stop looking at me not only would my husband keep to his word, someone would send a bullet through his skull. *+*+* Scarlett Salvadore was to be married to a man she hated with all her heart to increase her father's power. Aleksander Petrov was to be married to a woman he hated with all his heart to make amends with some of the Italian mafia. When the two of them meet at a club without knowing their identities they are immediately drawn to each other. What will happen when the two of them discover each other's identity? Will it grow the passion they have for each other or will their families history destroy it? *+*+* "I hope you realize that you belong to me now. In fact, you've always belonged to me, before and after the wedding ring on that finger of yours." I rolled my eyes at his words, still not forgetting the things he said to me before. "I'm just as much yours as you are mine, and don't you forget it, Aleksander." I snapped, pointing at his hard chest. "Prove it." A smirk appeared on my lips. Men in the mafia always use their wives for sex. But why can't it be the women using their husband's? *+*+* Far from a cliché Started: Thursday 26th August 2021 Finished: Monday 15th August 2022 RANKINGS: 11 in Lust 6 in Italian 1 in Strong Language 1 in explicit

[MATURE CONTENT] His hands trailed lightly across my skin, tender and somewhat cautious. He gave me opportunity to pull away and refuse what he was silently promising with his inferno touches. God, if only he knew the last thing I would do would be to refuse him. "Amara," his tongue seemed to tease my name as it rolled off it, kneading and toying with each syllable. "Do you realise the strain I have to put myself under to be able to look at you without just fucking you senseless on this desk?" My throat was hoarse. I looked at the desk in question, likely in part disbelief and part desire. "But what if someone comes in?" He smirked in amusement, thumb running over my thin blouse. My body reacted immediately: nipple hardening under his touch. He looked down at me, eyes smothered in lust. "Then they'll see what it means for a woman to experience proper, all-consuming, mind-numbing pleasure."

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧 ❝ 𝐈 𝐌𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐀 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 ❞ A long time has passed since Serenity, now a mother, has seen or had any contact with Elijah, not only the ruthless leader of the Castillo Mafia but now a father to her daughter that he doesn't know exists. Even though she's a mother and has a soft spot for her daughter, she continues to be the assassin that many fear. Elijah, now a coldhearted leader, has had a hole in his heart since the day Serenity walked out of the room where they both signed divorce papers. He didn't know it then but from the moment the pen hit the paper, he made the biggest mistake of his life, letting go of the one woman that kept him on his feet. She hasn't been with any other man since him. He hasn't been with any other woman since her. Yet one day, two years later, their paths cross again. All of the moments they've shared together come back to them. Will Serenity and Elijah be able to give to their relationship a second chance?

- They were lethal in a battle, but around each other they melted. "Are you wet for me? Is your sweet pussy aching for my cock?" Dante teased as his hands slid under Athena's dress, just stopping before her cunt. Athena tried to keep her composure but with Dante tracing circles on her inner thigh and she not being able to provide any relief to her throbbing pussy being handtied she had no choice but to answer him. "Yes." She said between heated breathes. Dante removed his hand from her dress and grabbed her face by the chin. "It's always Yes Sir. Do you understand me?" "Yes Sir." ____________________________________ Athena Ruiz just landed her dream job as an accountant at Romano Industries, the world's largest property firm. To bad for her if history was about to repeat itself, she wouldn't last in the position for longer than 3 months. With those in her position previously having gone missing and major discrepancies in the companies finances, Athena does some investigating which entangles her in Dante's vendetta against a powerful opponent. An erotic and lust filled relationship starts between the two where sexual pleasure and revenge seems to be their only priorities. ____________________________________ Please note this book contains strong sexual conduct, plenty of smut, eroticism and bdsm. Read at your own discretion and pleasure. Best Title Winner 🥇 in The Dusky Awards.

"Intimate relationships among the teachers is prohibited in this academy. So make sure no one hears your moans from behind closed doors." ~ After years of hard work, infinite patience and endless prayers, Antonia Rodriguez could finally achieve her dream of being a History professor at Queen's Academy, one of Britain's most prestigious universities. Even so, she felt her life succumbing to further dormancy. The consecutive disappointments in her private life only intensified her insatiable desires. Desires that included getting tied up and being used like a ragdoll by a dominant man. In an unexpected turn of events, Antonia's wildest fantasies come true in the form of a handsome thirty-two years old man named Rhys Clyde, who also happened to be the Chancellor of the very academy she taught in. Young, brilliant, powerful and with a PhD in Mathematics, Professor Clyde is more than the proper gentleman he appears to be, hiding a dark personality that is reserved exclusively for bedroom exhortations. Tempted by each other and the illicit nature of their relationship, the two are in for a dangerous gamble. Highest rank: #25 in Romance on 10.11.21 #23 in Mature on 12.11.21 #1 in BDSM on 18.11.21

[MATURE CONTENT] Everyone tends to outgrow their childhood memories as they become adults but not Trinity. The Ivanov sons are the living memory who breathes and walks to her terror and against her utmost desires she desperately needs but denies herself; she thinks she can escape them but no. They have claimed her, desired her, obsessed over her even before she knew it and they will have her because she is THEIRS. And the sad truth she knows, they are hers for the claim. © "Show me your panties." Vadim has never been one to ask question. I want to refuse but the look on his face makes my body say fuck it. Blushing, fingers goes to the slit of my dress to give him what he want but Andrei halts me almost immediately. "Slowly." Andrei says. Snapping my gaze to his mischievous smirk. Stretching my leg farther out that has the slit on; boldly, my eyes trained on their heated gaze as I slowly hook my thumbs to my panties tugging it down.... slowly. How they want it. "Ass up, face down." Shakily, I complied climbing the bed falling in position shooting my ass high in the air getting wetter by the second hearing footsteps draw closer licking my lips. Vadim breathes on my neck hearing Andrei's dark chuckles. "When we are done with you, you will wish you didn't beg to be fucked." Oh God! ***Mature content ***Violence ***Mature romance ***18+ IF YOU ARE NOT A FAN OF CONTROLLING MEN AND A SEMI-SUBMISSIVE FEMALE LEAD, PLEASE DO NOT READ. I REPEAT, DO NOT READ WITH INTENTIONS TO BRING HATEFUL COMMENTS BECAUSE YOU DO NOT LIKE IT. THANKS.

Vincent Brunos is the Don of the families. Ezra Gallo is a shy girl. When Vincent meets Ezra by chance, he can't help but feel enthralled by the young girl sitting on a couch, reading a book.

Ilya Zharkov is the head of the Russian Mafia around the world, every smaller faction answers to him. With his interests aligned with the DiStefano's, business is thriving. Even if she's in his mind, constantly, nothing can break him...until he lays eyes on her. An opportunity will arise in which these two will have to work as a team for an unimaginable amount of money that can bring the biggest of enemies, together. Her name is- "Why am I here, Santino?" I asked him before taking a sip of my double espresso. He chuckled softly "You'll see." "I don't like that stupid chuckle you carry around, it means you're plotting-" I ran out of words when I saw the woman hopping off an SUV. "What the fuck is she doing here?" I shot a glare at Santino. "I have a job for the two of you," he said as he stood up. "No," I stood up and she stopped in front of the table where we were sitting. "I'm not working with this snake," I pointed at her. "Hi, Ilya." ------ This book can stand on its own but I would recommend you to read Mrs. Mafia and Code Name: Athena, first. 🚨 mature content!