[sandejas boys 3] He's checked off everything--smell, sight, sound. Taste, touch. And she hates him. "What the fuck do I do." "Fuck if we know," Kol bites out. "You're on your fucking own," Yvo says. Some fucking help his brothers are.

[sandejas boys 2] "The fuck did you do to make her like you." Yvo blows out his smoke. "Fuck if I know." Kol scowls. "Taste and touch," his older brother says. "Ask her. They're the only ones fucking left."

Casual sex is harder than it seems. In order to keep it safe, both emotionally and physically, Jake comes up with a set of rules.

[sandejas boys 1] He hates her so much he can't think of anything else. She's invaded his senses--smell, sight, sound. What's left? Ah. Taste and touch.

❝Like a work of art he had been dying to put on display.❞ Verani Adams finds herself unhappy with the way she's led her life. Between dealing with the consequences of her career choices, the burden to find romance in an era of one night stands, and most of all, figuring out how to fulfill her endless desire for a thrill in everything she does, she decides to apply for an internship in her final year of college, at one of the most profound museums in the city of Paris: Musée de l'Érotisme. Described otherwise as, a museum dedicated to sex. Face to face with the taboo nature that surrounds her job, she meets Damien Dupont, the head director of the renowned museum. Vera learns early on that his expertise goes beyond the creative field, following him into his personal life, and she can't help but feel curious about the various tastes he indulges in. As for him, he gets what he wants, and his eyes are set on the girl in red. *Unedited, this completed version is the first draft. Currently in revision.* 18+ MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.

Rhysand, Everything is in here. I'm sorry I stole them. Your hoodie, your cologne, your earrings, your college shirt and all your other shirts, your watch. The key to this house. I'm not giving you back your lighter. Here's a lollipop instead. If I forgot anything, let me know. - Andy

Mary Jane Chaucer hasn't forgotten Seth. Even when the world already has. It's been two years since he left without a trace-turned into no more than a ghost-and Mary Jane knows nothing beyond his first name, the fact that he likes scrambled eggs, and that his heart is kind and Mary Jane owes him. A lot. What are the chances that her one-night-stand, in an attempt to forget and let go for a night, hasn't forgotten Seth either? So, with his help, she looks for the boy. But perhaps she doesn't need to look far.

He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.

"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.

*COMPLETE* "You could stay with me." Delilah Lasting- or 'Lilo', to the few who are close to her- all but gave up her whole life when her father fell fatally ill. These days, she spends most of her time as his carer: managing his medicine and the housework, all the while balancing home duties with her studies. Nobody helps her- not another family member, and certainly not her old friends, including the ex-boyfriend who broke her heart. Enter Khan Farid- the mysterious, charismatic new boy at school. Khan is as charming as it gets... on the outside. Inside, he hides a multitude of secrets that could threaten his family's security, and even their lives. Following a disastrous first meeting, Lilo wants to avoid Khan at all costs, but when the two get roped into doing lights for the school production together, this resolution is harder than ever to maintain. Especially as Khan seems to be the one person in her life who actually seems to care. But worlds keep Lilo and Khan separate, and they're both soon to learn that no matter how much you love a person, it means nothing if you don't understand them. Both suffer within their life experiences- but that kind of connection only lasts as long as both sides keep trying. Will their struggle to maintain their relationship prove that two broken hearts don't make a whole? Or will it be the other way around?