The only worthy man is the man willing to spill blood. There is no greater gang feared in the streets of New York than South Bloods. They kill, they feast, and they delight in spilling blood. Greg "Raze" Resnick has always known it was his legacy to take his father's place someday as leader. He prepared for this moment his whole life and the day has arrived that the talented and ruthless fighter finally step up. But fate has other plans. Greg's world is turned upside down by just one smile of the woman he didn't see coming. She's his opposite in every way possible and there's no way the two would ever work. But Greg is determined despite all the odds. Fighting for Laura is one thing, but fighting his family in order to have her is another. Is this a fight he'll win, or will blood be spilled after all? *PREQUEL of the Fighter's Den series. CAN BE READ AS A STAND-ALONE. Rated 18+ due to mature content.*

Revenge. I'm familiar with it. You have to be when you're the firstborn son of a notorious mafia leader. Death and vengeance have been the very foundations of my life. So who in their fucking mind would be stupid enough to cross me? My brother and I have been wrongfully convicted of a crime we didn't commit. We know who is behind this. We bid our time behind bars, planned and prepared for the day we got out. Now we're free and hungry for redemption. I know what must be done. I know whose blood will be spilled. But before I go after him, I'll go after his daughter. I never said I play fair. *Book one in the Marino Brothers Duet. Rated 18+ due to explicit language, sex, and violence.*

Sierra Lancaster has had an agonizingly mediocre life. She grew up in a happy home, made loyal friends, graduated college, and is now pursuing her dream of running her own bakery. Boring, right? A story like this wouldn't be one for the books. At least not until you bring a hot neighbour into the mix. A tall, brooding, shredded (like, wash your clothes on those abs shredded), and wildly successful sports agent. Interested yet? It gets better. Said neighbour isn't just a rando, but Sierra's childhood nemesis that made her formerly chubby days a living hell. Now we're talking, aren't we? Holden Rey has always been the golden boy. Holden...golden...you following? You'd think the bitchy universe would do its job and throw some karma his way but to no avail. Not only has he got it all, but he knows it too. He also still has it out for Sierra and resumes being a jack-ass of epic proportions (and his ass ain't his only epic proportion) as soon as he realizes who the new girl next door is. It's the same old story with these two except this time, there's unwilling attraction and sexual tension underneath all the hate. Is it just lust or does the bitchy universe actually have a plan? So maybe this story is one for the books after all. *A hilarious, enemies-to-lovers, romantic standalone. Rated 18+ due to mature content. All rights reserved to TheFeveredBookaholic.*

"I'm sure you want to taste me just as much as I want to taste you." "You're wrong, so get off of me." I said sternly. "I doubt that I'm wrong açúcar." He touched my lips with his and trailed his hands up my exposed leg gently. "I want a taste of your warmth Annabelle. I want you to scream my name while you submit to me." • • • • • • • METALLIC Magazine is hosting their annual gala in the beautiful country of Portugal and Annabelle Lawrence couldn't be more excited, especially since she will be spending two weeks in the Da Silva's Palace, home of her close friend Noela. Though random sexual encounters were not in her agenda, she finds herself being seduced and distracted by Noela's charming uncle, Francisco. Their attraction is constantly denied by Annabelle who refuses to engage in any promiscuous acts from the fear that her relationship with Noela will be at risk. However, excessive indulgence isn't always a bad thing and sometimes our bodies crave the touch of illicit hands. *COMPLETED

*MATURE**Erotica**18+* [COMPLETED] "Let it ring or answer. Either way. I'm not stopping." His dark husky voice sent goosebumps down my arms. His hands tightened around my hips, digging into the bone as he backed me into the side of a truck. The cold metal made my bare back arch, sending my hips directly into his. #1 EroticaRomance #1 xxx #1 Read #8 Sexy #1 Hook-ups #1 girlxboy #8 boyxgirl #1 kink #1 hook-ups #2 tattoo #3 tattoos #8 matureaudience #3 motorcycle

♛𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐁 𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄♛ "You like what you see , Jaxon?" He got up and came closer to me and replied. "I like you any day, Hour and minute." He grabbed my neck and slowly and started peppering kisses down my body . I let out a low moan and he whispers in my ear- "Remember when I said I was going to make you talk..... Well I am when I fuck the shit out of you." He pushes me on the bed and says- "Spread your legs. I want to see all of you." - THIS USED TO BE CALLED BUNNY TILL I REWROTE IT. COVER MADE BY ME OF COURSE:) [MATURE CONTENT]

#1 and #2 Of The Devilman Series #1 - The Devilman's Epiphany✔️ #2 - The Devilman's Femme Fatale ✔️ #3 - The Devilman's Flower ✔️ Rex Elijah Rosetti, who's known among others as the Devilman, owns a gang with his father working beside him. They're the strongest and don't work with people till one day they decide to make a deal with the solivagants. In order for the deal to work Arabella who works with the solivagants needs to be married to Rex because her mother is the leader. Arabella's mother pushed her to be the best in the worst way possible which made her the woman she is today. They despise each other because they both are too stubborn to admit they could be good for each other. They both want to be free and Arabella makes Rex realise things he never thought about. She becomes his epiphany. Epiphany: (n.) A moment when you suddenly feel that you understand, or suddenly become conscious of, something that is very important to you. "ɪ Sᴇᴇ ᴡʜʏ ʀᴇx ᴡᴀɴᴛs ʏᴏᴜ sᴏ ʙᴀᴅ." ʜᴇ ɴᴀʀʀᴏᴡᴇᴅ ʜɪs ᴇʏᴇs. "ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ, ᴀʀᴀʙᴇʟʟᴀ. ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴏf ᴛʜᴀᴛ?" ʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ɴᴇᴄᴋ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ ʟᴇᴀɴ ɪɴ fʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏf ᴍᴇ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴄɪʀᴄʟᴇs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍᴇ. "ʜᴇ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏf ʏᴏᴜ. ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀᴏssᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ʜɪs. ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴀɴɢᴇʀᴇᴅ ʜᴇ ɪs?" ɪ sᴀɪᴅ ᴍᴏᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ʙʏ sᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢ sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ. "ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟᴍᴀɴ. ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴏf ᴛʜᴀᴛ?" ɪ sᴍɪʟᴇᴅ. WARNING: CONTAINS MATURE THEMES

*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...