To create. That's what Gianna Alexie wanted to do ever since she was a little Gia. After graduating college, the woman vowed to create a book for the world to love, though she knew she'll be needing help. Help came in the form of her mentor, Keenan Travino, a man more than a decade her senior with thin patience, a love for cigarettes and bourbon, and as many issues as the clever tricks up his sleeves. - COMPLETED BUT UNEDITED - 1ST DRAFT - PAPERBACK NOW AVAILABLE

"I want to defile you, destroy you, corrupt you in the most sinfully beautiful way. Break you until you're completely mine." "And then?" "Then I'll piece you back together, of course." He took another step in her direction, closing the distance between them. "Love can be holy." He said but the look in his eyes promised anything but. "It can be kind and gentle. It can be the flutter inside your chest when you feel someone touch you, the blush staining your cheeks when someone brushes his knuckles over them." To prove his point further, he took his knuckles and brushed them over her sharp jawline, all the way to her lightly dusted cheeks and sharp cheekbones. "However, love can also be vile. Dark and all-consuming. The kind of love that makes you want to fall to your knees and let it destroy you." He let his palm rest on her soft skin and felt the warmth she provided so carelessly travel to him. "That's all I can offer you." Nathaniel Russ is a man devoid of passion. Cold, stern, a tragedy with skin. A wreckage just seconds before the crash. A writer. He spends countless hours teaching philosophy at the local university, waiting for something to make the words crawl out of him with the same vigorous appetite they once did. And he finds it, at the most unexpected moment. Guinevere Westbrook is a woman haunted by the sins of her past. And she just happens to be the muse he had been waiting for, even though she refuses to accept it. So, he orchestrates a game meant for two. A game. That's all it was. Until it wasn't. Adult themes, proceed with caution. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

"I could spend hours between your legs, teasing... sucking, tasting you." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ *Completed & Slowly Being Rewritten* Previous title: Cabaret of Whispers One night stands were supposed to be simple with no strings attached. But when Ax returns after 5 years in prison, one night with Celia becomes something more. Consumed by the desire to possess her and seek revenge, he discovers that Celia's scars are etched deeper than the ones in his soul. Get ready to feel a roller coaster of toe-curling emotions that will send your heart into a frenzy, heart-wrenching words that would make your heart whimper and scars drawn so deep that would leave your soul in tears. Follow Celia and Ax on their journey to discover that love rivals everything. Hopefully, before it is too late. Blurb created by the wonderful: @Shyneepul Warning: This book contains mature themes such as: Sexual content, Violence, Profanities, Mentions of sexual assault. Read at your own risk. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

Love comes in all shapes and forms, but Kelly Young had no idea it'd come in the form of her most hated teacher, Mr. Todd. •A Student x Teacher Romance. #1- Teen Fiction (30/04/2021) #3- teenfiction (03/11/2021 #5- Romance (02/04/2021) #1- studentteacherromance (10/03/2020) #1- agegap (11/13/2020) #1- feelings (01/26/2021) #1- teacher (02/28/2021) #1- student (02/28/2021) #1- teenromance (04/13/2021) #2- forbidden (12/23/2020) #5- teen romance (12/23/2020) #55- love (27/02/2022) #41- love (8/4/2022) #52- love (8/4/2022) STARTED: October 2, 2020 ENDED: April 17, 2021

⚠ Warning sexual content!!! ⚠ *Book 1 of the "Unexpected Lovestory" Series* She loved her husband more than her last breath. She was blinded, deafened and suffocated in his love. She gave him everything but he was a receiver, never a giver. The only things he gave was confusion. He gave manipulation and he gave her mind the masqueraded ideals of his "undeniable love" when the only person he loved was himself. He had plagued her mind, so much so that when he suggested an open relationship he made her believe it was her idea but she never wanted that. She wanted him and only him. He wanted her and everyone else he could get. But that all changed when Tobias Wrexler walked in... ©️ Copyright 2020 Demii Jada R. ©️ All Rights Reserved. Started: 10th August 2019 Completed: 26th April 2020 Highest ranks: #1 Companion (Nov 2019- Feb 2020) #3 Lust (Jan 2020) #3 Companion (April-May 2020) #2 Erotic Romance (May 2020) #4 MATURE (May 2020) 1# Newlove (May 2020) 3# Dramatic (April-May 2020) 1# Adultficton (May 2020)

(Book #1 of Sinners of the Dark) He had a habit of dragging darkness just about everywhere he went. Darkness wrapped in Armani. His personality colder than a block of ice. She was loud, carefree and tainted around the edges. I played by the rules. I did what was asked of me. Until I met the one person that could destroy everything I had worked for. I hated him since our first encounter, and now I was forced to tolerate him. He was called gadyuka in Russia, but he was known as the Sin in the deep underground of New York. Handsome face filled with violence, commanding, gorgeous and deadly. A killer, a thief, a sociopath, and feared by all. A made man. He came dressed in all black. Gold cuff links. Tattoos burned into his skin. He had the ability to pin me to the ground with a single glare and made me feel things I didn't want to. He was absolutely unhinged. Frightening. Everything wrong and everything right. And he held the key to my cage in his palm. And before he crushed the key; I was going to fuck with the serpent, and then I was going to hunt him. He just didn't know it yet. - preview - "I'll fucking ruin your life, Elena. Corrupt every goddamn part of your body, and soul. And when I'm done with you, you'll get on your knees and thank me." His low voice snarled. Desperate. He backed me into a wall. He grabbed me by the throat, but didn't choke me. Just kissed me so deep I forgot whose air I was breathing. "I'm not fucking done with you, Elena. And if it is up to me, I'm not done fucking you either."