"The Mob Boss and His Sister's Best Friend" Riley Owens, the innocent, and beautiful girl who had always been smart and caring. She has always had a great life especially when she had met her bestfriend from elementary school, Amara Christiano. Amara was always there for her and told her everything, except one secret she vowed to always keep-her brother. Stephano Christiano, the man Amara has been running away from, has returned for revenge. In hopes for killing the girl he despises most, he is struck by the waitress beauty-Riley, causing all his plans to suddenly turn. • "Don't lie to me, Baby. I know things- things that will f*ck up that little, innocent mind you have," He calmly spoke, although it only masked the anger he truly felt. "I-I'm not, I promise!" She pleaded out, hoping he caught the desperation in her voice. His hand reached up and wiped a tear from her eye she didn't know had fell. "Strip." Cliché? I think not. - ➳ AVAILABLE ON DREAME ➳ Sexual Content ➳ Graphic Violence ➳ Bad use of language #3 in romance ❧ 8/13/17 This book is in English, sorry if it confused anyone.

He crashes his lips onto mine, kissing me hungrily and grabbing my face as if he were starved. 'You want revenge?' He mutters into the kiss. I nod as I grip onto his face, pulling him into me roughly, still kissing him like he was the only thing to exist. 'We'll get you your fucking revenge...' Milan's finally living the life she's always dreamed of with a fiancé and a wedding just around the corner. Nothing could ruin this for her. That was until she starts suspecting her very own fiancé of having an affair right under her nose. But this combined with a mysterious man that she happens to run into one night by chance, maybe her life wasn't going in the direction she hoped for.

"Stop it, Dax." I wouldn't meet his eyes, I couldn't. His hot breath trailed up my neck, his soft lips ghosting over the exposed flesh. He chuckled when my back arched involuntarily, my cheeks flaring hot and pink. "It's Officer Rivera, to you." His deep voice rasped quietly in my ear. "Besides, you don't want me to stop, Princesa." "If you don't stop, I'll-" "You'll what?" He interrupted, smirking against my jawline. "Call the police?" Jane Kingsley is a Veterinary Medicine major at the University of California-Davis. If she isn't at school, she's either working or lounging around the house she shares with her best friend, Vivian Tyler. Everything in Jane's life was getting back to normal, almost boringly average. But then Officer Daxon Rivera moves in next door. Flirty, sexy, and a total asshole: Officer Rivera is everything Jane wants to stay away from. But can she? -Mature Content within- Ranked #32 in Romance [2-1-2018]

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.

[SAMPLE] Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. "I heard a scream," he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed. Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarrassment won. "Everything's fine," she muttered, trying to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out. "But you screamed." "Because I came, Reed." His bewilderment only grew. "Came where?" And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life. So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin. "I had an orgasm, Reed." She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his cock she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head - not that she was trying. Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her. She pulled her sheets away.

[editing...] Change For Me (sequel) Three years later... "I don't care if you are my friend, enemy, or stranger I will not give up until I've proven my worth. Whether it takes months, years, or even forever I will show you how much I've changed." *mature content*

When Mylo Heather finds himself lost at a party his friend convinced him to attend, he searches high and low for his friends that have ran off to their own corners. When searching he comes across the party host's brother, Miguel Andorran. He's sexy beyond belief, and shirtless, and wants Mylo. It's only a matter of time he gets what he wants... Oh and did I forget to mention? He's a dominant. [WARNING]: Will at some point in the very near future contain sex scenes. This is BDSM! If you no like, you have no soul! *cough cough* I mean piss off. *cough cough* I mean the exits that way. *cough cough* I have a cold! *sniffles* :'(

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)