When Kimberly's family can't afford to send her to Miami with the rest of her friends, she is forced to spend her spring break at the house of her father's friend, Julian Carter. Kimberly was not happy with the arrangement and prepared herself for a boring spring break. What she didn't expect though, was for Julian to be young, hot, and captivating. The sexual tension between the two came as a bonus. In the course of a few weeks, Julian will enlighten Kimberly and show her exactly what kinds of things happen under his roof. **WARNING: mature themes, swearing, lots of sex (as if that ever stopped anyone) Copyright © 2015 Nabi Chung. All rights reserved.

❃ The Mob Boss and The French Mafia Princess ❃ "Shira," I warned, "Come any closer and I will stop the car right here and fuck you," I spoke with a stern tone, my hands gripped on to the steering wheel so hard my knuckles begged to come out. "Valerius, you are all for the bark and never the bite." She whispered, sensually nipping my neck. - Valerius De Santis is one sexy yet ruthless Italian Don that doesn't have to say a word for women to swoon over him. Shira Lamoreaux, on the other hand, seems to tip him off the edge. She knows exactly how to play his game and yet cannot help but fall in love with him. But Shira is keeping her problems to herself, which slowly consumes her. Will Valerius save her from the demons on the inside and out? MATURE CONTENT | 18 +

⭐ #1 in Sin, Lust, & Live ⭐ "Get back on the bed." Even though Adonis just fucked me, I'm intimidated, which is something I hate. I wrap men around my finger and leave them with hard-ons for a living. I'm Mistress, Baby Girl, Honey, I am whatever dream men want. Adonis sees right through it, past the facade I put up. I don't like it one bit. Especially coming from an asshole like him. This whole day he has stuck his nose up at me, acted like he is better than me when we do the same thing for a living. Our time on camera came to an end and as soon as I covered up, I was finished. The first thing out of my mouth is, "The show is done." "Well, I'm not," And with that he rips my robe in two from behind and throws me back onto the bed. I squeeze my legs closed, unsure if I'll be able to take him again after so soon. I can't deny that even with his temper and sharp-tongue, he's made me feel things I have never felt before. I don't get a chance to think it over because he forces my legs open and slams himself back inside me. Oh, Fuck.

It was Las Vegas. We were stupid, reckless, and in love.