"Regrets are the most useless form of guilt. They always arrive too late to do any good." - Eileen Wilks ***

** Jamie lowered himself so that his face met mine. "Are you stupid?" he spat, cocking his head to the side. "Jamie!" I cried between gasps. "You're hurting me." Pulling my head forward a few inches, he then slammed it back against the wall. My ears began to make a sharp ringing sound, forcing me to close my eyes just to try and silence the pain. ** Isobel Tully accepts her abusive relationship as something that's meant to be, a karmic consequence of her past. She believes wholeheartedly that she deserves nothing better than her life with Jamie... But then she meets local musician Will. Kind, funny, insanely attractive Will... and he just so happens to find out her secret. As her existence at home becomes more and more unbearable, Isobel must decide if she's willing to risk her life for the opportunity to have the one she's always wanted, but will she get tangled up in a web of lies before she gets the chance? Content Warning: There are some very descriptive scenes of physical, emotional and sexual abuse/ violence. There are also descriptions of rape which could be upsetting. This story is not fully edited or spellchecked as of yet so please let me know if you find any errors or contradictions in the comments.

Five-time New York Times #1 bestseller, Adelaide Maddox, is not like normal 21 year-olds for many reasons. Not only is she one of the most popular romance novelists, she's hiding something from her readers. She's never been in love, never even been kissed. And when Addy's faithful editor retires and a newer, hotter replacement comes in, how far will she go to make Mr. Elliot Hayes hers? It's battle royale at the office, and maybe with the help of her best friend Bria, Addy can be victorious. And through all of this, can Addy escape her writer's block and finish her sixth novel? Read as Addy acquires her battle scars, goes through lessons in flirting, and struggles to live out her own romance, in I Write Romances, Not Live Them.

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

Two lost souls meet late at night at a graveyard. Henry's story. At last. * this is the last instalment of the See Me series. The order I would recommend reading them is See Me Notice Me Trust Me Remember Me However, chronologically they occur as Remember Me Notice Me See Me Trust Me

*This is a FREE book with PAID exclusive chapters* [The Dad I'd Like to F*ck] "You should be careful," Devin said calmly, bending over to scoop Rory into his arms. "This bathtub can get incredibly slippery." "So I noticed," she said dryly. Mortified, she noticed how erect her nipples were. They stabbed the air like tiny knives of arousal and she was positive that Devin had noticed. "I think I can walk now," she said quickly. To her relief, he set her on the ground and reached for her towel. "This is the second time I'm rescuing you," he said, in that quiet way Rory was beginning to recognise as his annoyed tone. "Let's not make it a habit." Rory tightened the towel around herself, wincing from the motion. "I slipped in the tub. Hardly a rescue." A dirty look crossed his face. "I haven't had sex in two years, Rory. Consider yourself rescued..." He turned to leave "...from me." She was speechless. For starters, this had been the longest conversation she'd ever had with Devin Shaw and, secondly, she was positive that he wasn't as crazy as he let everyone believe he was...

Emma Collins never planned to bump into him ever again. Not to mention the fact that she hated him. But fate had other plans. Emma just had to make one beautiful mistake. (All Rights Reserved) Tropes: enemies to lovers, push and pull, pregnancy, groveling The MMC is not your typical hero. You might hate him, but then grow to love him.

What if the price of a miracle is too high pay? On the evening of her sweet sixteenth birthday party, a daydream of a dance with her first crush turns into a nightmare when Loni Donato suddenly stops breathing and collapses in the middle of the dance floor. A young doctor is halted in his tracks when he hears about the teenager as it hits a little too close to home. When he is put on the case, he feels an immediate bond with the Donato family that he can't explain. Could this mysterious connection be the key to saving Loni? Loni hears the doctors whispering and sees the fear in her parent's eyes, and she's terrified. She doesn't want to say goodbye to a life that has just started to bloom.

"I'm distracted from the boy I've bumped into when the world around me begins to change. The grey and white I've seen ever since I was born into this world slowly begin to bleed away, like rain drops sliding down a car window, being replaced with bright, bright pigments. They cover everything, bring to life the world around me. The gravel underneath my feet is no longer a dull grey, the sky is no longer white, the bricks of the buildings no longer black. They're different, beautiful, bright, extraordinary, breathtaking. Colors, I realize. These are colors." x Natalie Grayson has lived her whole life in black and white. She's been waiting to meet her other half- her soulmate- who will make both of their worlds burst in color. It's what she's been dreaming of ever since she was little. She wants to know what color is, how it feels, what it looks like, if it's really as amazing as everyone claims it to be. On her seventeenth birthday, while walking back home through a sketchy part of town, she bumps into a stranger. Before she can even apologize, the last thing she expected happens: the black and white of her world begins to bleed away and is replaced with something else. Colors. When she looks up, Natalie isn't expecting to lock eyes with a rebel. But she does. She also doesn't expect him to run away. But he does.

They, trapped in a toxic relationship. She, slowly dying because of him. He, slowly dying because of himself. They, who love each other. She, who thought she could still fight. He, who knew the best he could do was to walk away. They, who are not together anymore. She, who saved him from himself. He, who saved her from himself.