At seventeen, I was just another foster kid....until Carlos Salazar made me believe in forever. Reckless smile. Dangerous charm. A touch that felt like fire. For one fleeting moment, he was everything. Until the night he left me broken. Now I'm twenty-two. An assassin. My world runs on blood and contracts, not love. The girl he knew is buried. But the cartel doesn't care about scars, and fate doesn't care about promises. My new assignment? Protect the man who ruined me. He doesn't recognize me. I remember everything. The lies. The scars. The night that turned me into this. Carlos wants the sweet girl he lost. But someone else has already seen the woman I've become....sharp, dangerous, untouchable. And in his eyes, softness is weakness. I swore I'd never love again. But between the man who broke me and the one who would never let me heal, my heart has become a battlefield. And when the truth finally bleeds out, all that's left are sinners with watercolour eyes. -Dark romance -Assassin FMC -Enemies to lovers -Love triangle -Obsession

~•~ 26 year old, Connor Deluca, is a professional Hockey player in the NHL; who just moved into the expensive Citrus Grove Community. 23 year old, Serena Jade, is the recluse famous author known to the public only under her pen name Skylyn Voss, and is unfortunately Connor's neighbor. Connor moves into the huge and gorgeous house right next to Serena's own big and beautiful home. The pair immediately form a growing hatred for one and other when Connors first "house warming party" involves blasting music at 2 am and his guest puking in her petunia's. He's a bad boy party animal, and she likes her quiet where she can stay inside and read all day. Nothing in common at all. In fact complete opposites. Yet, Connor can't seem to get the outline of Serena's perfect curves out of his lustful thoughts and Serena finds herself fantasizing about Connor's chiseled body on top of hers. Sexual tensions and ever growing lust sets the two a flame with desires they wish they could ignore.

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

"I was ordered to kill you." 21 year old Mavis Griffon is a stripper for the Inferno night club when one night, a woman in a silver dress walks in. Calm, deadly, and a knockout blonde. There is something alluring about her, something intoxicating in the way she pulls out her gun and aims it at Mavis with words that will change her life forever. "I was ordered to kill you." Her eyes search mine, as though she is waiting for me to scream, to run, to fight. But I only let a smirk grace my lips, and I hide my trembling hands as I say, "Then what are you waiting for?"