"Morning, Mr. Serious," I say now, setting his usual cup on the table. I add two sugar packets because I can't help myself. He never uses them. He never even looks at them. But I like the idea of them sitting there, taunting him with sweetness. His eyes flick up to mine - stormy gray, the kind that make you feel like you're under interrogation for a crime you don't remember committing. "You should stop doing that." His voice is low, accented, like gravel dragged across velvet. Russian maybe? Or Italian. Or both. Either way, it does unholy things to my stomach. "Doing what?" I ask innocently, sliding the sugar closer to his hand. "That." His gaze drops to the packets. "I don't take sugar." I grin, all sunshine and sass. "You don't know that. Maybe one day you'll wake up and realize life's better with a little sweetness." ●・○・●・○・● Rafael Volkov doesn't do small talk. Or smiles. Or sugar in his coffee. As the mafia's underboss, he's built a reputation on silence, sharp suits, and an expression that could curdle milk. So of course, Lila Parker makes it her mission to crack him. The sunny diner waitress insists on slipping him extra sugar packets, calling him "Mr. Serious" behind the counter, and treating him like a normal guy instead of a walking red flag. He tells her to stop. She doesn't. He growls. She grins. And suddenly, his late-night coffee runs feel less like routine and more like... something he shouldn't want. The problem? In his world, affection is dangerous. Smiles get noticed. Weaknesses get used. And if Lila isn't careful, her little act of kindness might just paint a target on her back. Rafael swore he didn't have a sweet tooth. Turns out he was wrong. ●・○・●・○・● Word Count: 37,478

Alessandro 'Sandro' Bellini's world is one of ruthless control, and his most loyal weapon is his Cane Corso, Cerberus. Across the city, Juniper 'June' Scott's world is a sunlit bakery, where she remains blissfully unaware of the shadows that govern her city. When Cerberus escapes, Sandro is prepared for war. He isn't prepared to find his beast being fed scones by a cheerful baker who has audaciously renamed the killer 'Muffin.' This singular act of canine betrayal forces the cold-blooded underboss into June's warm orbit. Each reluctant visit to retrieve his dog pulls him deeper under her spell, an addiction he can't fight. In a life of calculated sins, Sandro is about to discover his darkest vice isn't a choice, but a dangerous craving for the one woman he should be protecting her from: himself. ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ Word Count: 55,331

This book is a sequel to His Favorite Distraction. You can read this as a stand-alone but I do suggest you read His Favorite Distraction first! ●○●○●○●○● Enzo Marconi is Dominic Moretti's right-hand man-lethal, serious, and as intimidating as they come. Lucy Winters is a whirlwind of laughter, endless charm, and dangerously persistent flirtation. When Lucy sets her sights on Enzo, the stoic enforcer finds his carefully controlled world turned upside down by a woman who refuses to back down. She challenges his silence with her sunshine and warmth, and he meets her fire with his gruff protectiveness. But when enemies threaten the fragile peace between them, they must decide if their reckless hearts can survive a world that demands they stay apart. ●○●○●○●○● Dominic stared. "You're freaking out." "No," I said. "I'm thinking." "About?" "About where to get the safest crib on the market. And bulletproof nursery windows. And how fast I can replace the locks on Lucy's apartment. Again." Dominic blinked. Then grinned. "Oh, you're really in it now." "I'd die for her," I said, very simply. "But I'd kill for that baby." Dominic whistled low. "Jesus. You're already nesting." "I am not." "You absolutely are. You're one Pinterest board away from painting a nursery." "I don't know what Pinterest is." "Liar." ●○●○●○●○● Word Count: 22,843

My bandana is yellow. Dani tied it for me. Worse: she's the team captain. Worse than that? She keeps calling me "Mango Commander." "Alright, Commander," she says, jogging up beside me with two coconuts and zero shame. "You're on water balloon defense. If you get hit, we lose points." "Who designed this?" "Me," she says proudly. "Also I may have borrowed half of it from a summer camp activity called 'Fruit Wars.'" She hands me a coconut. "Why are there faces on them?" "For morale." I stare at her. She stares back. ●○●○●○●○●○● When an uptight billionaire CEO is forced to take a "mandatory" corporate retreat at a beach resort - a PR stunt to prove he supports employee well-being - he ends up rooming next to the most enthusiastic, sunshiny employee in the entire company. She's on the trip because she won a "Wellness Champion" contest for being a ray of positivity in the office. He's there because the board is threatening to remove him if he doesn't start showing a human side. Too bad she loves sunrise yoga, group karaoke, and interrupting his peace with coconut-scented chaos. And worse: he might actually start to like it. And her. ●○●○●○●○●○● Word Count:22,155

It all started with "Is this seat taken?" Xavier King, the scary and mysterious guy. No one dares to talk to him except his two childhood best friends, April scar and Caleb Hearst, and his little sister Jasmine. All his divorced parents care about is to win against eachother in their job since they both work as lawyers Riley Stewart, the new girl. She doesn't know anyone except her cousin Layla Jones. Her parents died in a plane crash, and her aunt decided to take her in. Riley is the only one that doesn't know Xavier King's rule "Don't speak to me unless you're spoken to." What happens when Riley breaks this rule? Will he actually kill her? Xavier King has many secrets. Will Riley Stewart get to know them? Will Riley Stewart become the gang leader's possession? Book 1 in 'Their Mistakes' Series

𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐑𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐢, 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. "Luciano." She glared "Tell me what you want darling." I whispered kissing onto her neck lightly. "I want..." She started to say but moaned as my fingers continued to rub gently onto her clit through her underwear. "Get it out, tell me." "Touch me, please." She begged That was good enough for me. - 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓, 21 years old, just moved back to her local hometown in LA looking for babysitting jobs which is what she loves to do. 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆, 25 years old, most feared man in his city and owns the #1 biggest Mafia in the country. Having a five- year old daughter (Luna) and running a Mafia and Empire is hard work so he finds a babysitter. What will happen when Thea starts to babysit Luna? - 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄.

One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."

#8 in Romance (September 13 2016) COMPLETED Expectations are something which truly mock you in the face. When you expect more you get less. Tiffany Devon was an orphaned girl who by a fate of chance happened to be adopted by the great influential family of Devon. An independent graduate who was looking forward to live freely. However there was something else planned. A favor asked by her rich foster father put her into a spot. An arranged marriage. Bounded by the conditions that could ruin the Devon family if not followed. She had to sell her heart to repay the kindness bestowed by the Devons. Could she? And who was her heart sold too? Zylen Marc. The notorious talented business man heir to the Marcs Company who known to have methods to reduce people to ashes. A tall devishly handsome man whose looks could hypnotize and scare both men and women. Feelings were not known to him and pride was his language. A battle would thoroughly engage with many parties participating. Who would win? Read on to find out.