"The Underground Fighter and His Childhood Best Friend" ❦ Sasha "Kayo" Sokolov is a Russian fighter who was sent to America at a young age. One day, he met a young girl by the name of Everleigh Wilson, who taught him how to speak English, and helped him with his studies. They bonded so easily and became the best of friends. Years passed, and Sasha disappeared. Everleigh had to go on with life without her best friend. Until one lonely night when she saw the one man she loved more than anything beating another man to death. - "What happened to the boy I used to know?" she questioned, shutting her eyes at the feel of his hand traveling up her dress. He was so close to her throbbing core, and she hated how much she wanted him to touch her, enter her, ruin her. Sasha smirked sadistically. "He's gone, kitten. And he's never coming back." ❦ 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.

❃ The Violinist and His Painter ❃ "Am I?" She challenged, she could tell his eyes dark with anger and lust even though she was blinded by a silk piece of ribbon. Mireia knew she was pushing his buttons; felt the strong desire to push him to the very edge. Feeling the violin bow slowly travel along her bareback, unloosing the tensed knot, she felt his bulge grow against her. Instantly, her body squirmed and rubbed along his tight straining trousers. "If you keep doing that, I won't have a choice but to spread your legs apart and take you right here." Ezequiel hissed darkly, his fossil eyes darker than any snow clouds. Mireia smiled and a small moan escaped her lips as the violin bow was smacked against her cushioned ass. "I'd like to see you try" Mireia's subconscious only begged to be taken. Taken by Ezequiel Fontanez. Her only demise - A hundred and twenty seven years ago, a well-respected woman's daughter and a shoe maker's son both fell deep into the abyss of love. However, these naive lovers had to fall apart as fate was made by the illusion of betrayal. Now, a hundred and twenty seven years later, they are both reunited into the same yet new world with the dreams that haunt them. They share both the exotic evocation of lust, temptation and pure desire. Will love ever weave it's silk into their minds or will the shadows of betrayal, once again, paint a tainted image of another tragic death.

Desperate for a fresh start, Sameera Bhatt leaves Mumbai for Manhattan, hoping to put away memories of the past. A chance encounter with a drunk, unconscious, but handsome stranger stirs something in her she'd never thought to feel again. Assuming a dream position as the new Head of the Projects and Development Department at Silvercorp, she is soon pitched in a constant battle of wills with Ryan Silverton, heir to the Silvercorp riches, disgraced former head of the department, general pain in the ass, and the object of her fantasies for the past year. What's worse, the man doesn't even remember her! For Ryan Silverton, getting rid of the pesky woman hellbent on lording it over him , while trying to fix the mess he'd caused and regain his position as head of department - a position now occupied by the aforementioned pesky woman - should be no problem. As long as he didn't give in to the inexplicable urge to kiss her senseless and have her scream his name in ecstasy, winning should be easy. Except, he gets more than he bargained for when the alluring Sameera Bhatt, proves to be no easy pushover. But despite heated arguments and disagreements, a different kind of heat sizzles between two headstrong characters, and sometimes, the heat is just too tempting to deny. Let the games begin, winner takes all. Highest ranking: #3 Romance, #6 Chicklit