❝ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀ ᴄᴀᴘᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪꜱ ᴀᴍᴏʀᴇ❞ • • • "I'm gonna make you fall in love with me." • • • ⇥ ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴘᴀɢᴇ. • • • Sequel to 'Bittersweet Amore' - CAN'T be read as a standalone ᴀʟʟ ʙᴏᴏᴋꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴅʀᴀꜰᴛꜱ

❝ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀ ᴄᴀᴘᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀʙʏꜱɪᴛᴛᴇʀ❞ • • • "Why make me fall in love with you?" • • • ⇥ ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴘᴀɢᴇ. • • • ᴀʟʟ ʙᴏᴏᴋꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴅʀᴀꜰᴛꜱ

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 had never known the true meaning of love, it was always something I just acted in movies. To me, there was no such thing as true love because I would never want to be vulnerable. I'd never want to be open to being torn apart but when I saw her. My daughter, everything changed. She was everything to me, I loved everything about her. To the way her nose wrinkled when she laughed and how her bangs were always messy when she ran around to much. I loved her chubby hands that would hold onto my jeans when I was busy and couldn't hold her hand. She is my princess, my true love." [not edited...sorry if some shit makes you cringe] Contains strong language even though it's a cute little book about a father growing to love a daughter he found out about on a guy's night. [#1- father] [#2 - daughter] [#3 - singlefather]

✥ The Billionaire & His Secretary ✥ [part two] Violette Rossi, the younger daughter of the feared Italian mob boss Rafael Rossi, is challenged by her own blood to make her own identity apart from her father's. When she is offered a job to work for the well known Efrains', the offer is too tempting not to take upon consideration. Ruben Efrain, knew the power his last name carried which only led people to associate him to the emotion of fear and power. Navigating his way to the top, there was only one thing that could potentially distract him, the beautiful blue eyed temptress who happens to be hired to follow his orders even the ones that could lead him to break his own morals. But, she could never be his love because distractions like her could only lead to one's death. ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ "Never took you as a love letter type of person." Ruben paused his fine hands craftsmen handwriting as he glanced up at the intoxicating raven blue eyes. "I'm not a love sick puppy Ms. Rossi, so don't attempt to make me one." Violette smiled as she made her way to the wrinkled rolls of papers on the smooth wooden surface of his desk. "Liar." She whispered under her breathe as she collected the pieces of discarded paper to toss in the dust bin. Before she could pull away from his side, Ruben yanked her down by her waist. The tequila on his lips mixed with the fresh strawberries' scent lingering around her to make the finest liquor in the world. "I write love letters alright. Just not on paper. But, don't worry so will you Ms. Rossi. With your nails on my back and I would with my tongue between your thighs."