He was hired to protect her. Now he'll kill to keep her. Aria Lennox is rich, reckless, and royally screwed. With a bounty on her head and betrayal closing in, her powerful father hires a new bodyguard-ex-military, emotionally unavailable, and built like sin. Ronan Kade isn't here to babysit. He's here to eliminate threats. Even if he's the biggest one. He moves into her mansion. Then her bedroom. He makes rules. Then breaks her with them. And when someone crosses the line? "You're safest when you're under me. Say it." But Aria isn't just a job. She's temptation. She's softness wrapped in thorns. And once Ronan tastes her, he doesn't want to protect her. He wants to own her. 🔥 Possessive alpha energy 🔪 Knife play, breeding kink, primal domination 👄 Bratty heiress meets her match 🏠 Forced proximity, age gap, dangerous tension 💣 Emotional ruin, betrayal, and obsession He's her only protection. She's his favorite sin. And someone inside the house wants her dead. Touch her and die? Ronan means it.

Atticus is a meticulous and professional hitman, using his trade to fund his true guilty pleasures. Ridding the world of those filthy whores. Plagued by his own demons he drowns in addiction and blood, he uses his devastatingly handsome features and effortless charm to lure women into his web, only to sadistically torture and kill them, turning their pain into his twisted art. Detached and calculating, his life is one of control and depravity, each victim carefully chosen to satisfy his dark past and satisfy his need to be whole. That is until he meets Calla Edwards-a reserved, intelligent nursing student with a past as fractured as his own. To Atticus, she isn't just another conquest; she's his destiny. Bound by their shared pain, he becomes obsessed with her, convinced that only Calla can truly see him, understand him, and love him. As his obsession spirals, Calla finds herself walking a dangerous line to keep herself alive as his captive. How far will Atticus go to claim the one person he believes is meant to be his? Will Atticus break his little doll if she refuses to play? Read to find out how Atticus goes from predator to protector... *THIS BOOK CONTAINS TRIGGER WARNINGS** **STOCKHOLM SYNDROME, GORE, SEX, BDSM, VIOLENCE, SA REFERENCES, KNIFE PLAY, BLOOD PLAY, CNC, ABUSE, STALKER, NON CON, DUB CON** Written in Atticus' & Calla's perspectives !

-Te dije que volveríamos a estar juntos, princesa. Segunda parte de "Conmigo"

~ AVAILABLE ON AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/dp/164434193X ~ She hated riding the subway. It was cramped, smelled, and the seats were extremely uncomfortable to sit on for hours on end. Now add a group of crazy mask-wearing, weapon-wielding, maniacs to the ever growing list of reasons why Gemma hated riding the subway. Gemma Conners is your average eighteen year old and for the past two years she's been riding the subway to and from school with no problem. She always expected the same ol' same ol'. Cramped spaces, hard seats, and perverts staring her up and down and "accidentally" bumping into her and blaming it on the train as it jostled people into one another. Never did she expect a group of masked men to rush in and hold everyone onboard hostage, demanding that they all play along with their sick and twisted idea of a "game". It was either that or die. To add on to her ever growing list of problems, one of the passengers onboard just so happens to be Archer Daniels, your typical high school "heartthrob" and Gemma's classmate. Her day just kept getting better and better. With Gemma's luck, she'd be lucky if she lasted five minutes. Yep. She really hated the subway. *Book Cover Credit: Irah Marie* Thanks again for making such an AMAZING cover!❤️

So how do you meet a killer, or in my case, a serial killer? You would think that I would meet him in a darkened alleyway, or perhaps on a hike through the forest as I unwillingly stumbled upon his bloody dumping grounds. That would make for an adrenaline-filled start to our story, our dance of death, but that's not how it happened at all. No, I met my killer where a lot of people meet these days. And no it wasn't on tinder or with any of those other damned dating apps. He wasn't that kind of serial killer. No, I met him at the local grocery store, I met him at my place of work. Just my luck right? Some would call it destiny, but in all honesty it was all just a throw of a dice, and a late night shift at work that needed to be filled. Warning: This twisted story is not intended for a younger audience. It will contain violence, sex, foul language, death, mind games, and so on. Stop reading if you are easily triggered by such things.

Kamaria is a modern woman, working a modern tech job until the mirror she picks up from an antique store pulls her into another world - literally. When she comes to, she discovers she's in a place similar to the renaissance period, only that magic is all around her. As she struggles to find a way back to her own world, she also has the engagement to the famed Duke Elis to deal with as well.

Highest Rankings 1 in #mythicalcreatures 1 in #werewolvesandvampires 2 in #pack 2 in #2018 3 in #matebond 66 in #romance Small electric sparks run down the length of my body as I look into his cold grey eyes, the moonlight illuminating them further and they flash brighter. He stands a few yards away, with his fingers clenched and his jaw set. A gentle breeze blows his dark chocolate hair off his forehead, showing his angry brows and glaring eyes. A slight shudder runs down my spine as his eyes dance down my body shamelessly. I blush thinking how I had done the same. Suddenly he takes a step forward and on instinct I take many quick steps back, putting distance between us. My heartbeat picks up, thumping louder as my blood pumps faster throughout my body. He growls lowly in warning as I take more hesitant steps away. I turn to the side when two strong arms stop me, I struggle against their holds at first until, but a chilling growl stops everything in its path. Instantly the hands let go and the two men back off. "Why are you running?" A deep voice asks, he stands directly behind me, gently caressing my arm, running his middle finger up and down twice. With my lack of response he grasps my left arm, shaking me with black filled eyes. "Why." He growls. "...t-they agreed that once they're safely back to you, that I c-could leave." My voice is quiet, I look down at the dirt embarrassed at my stuttering. He grips my arm tighter causing me to look up into his dark grey eyes. "That agreement has changed, mate."