{SEQUEL OF CRISIS OF DESIRE!!} !WARNING! THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE/EXPLICIT CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! ----- I should've just killed her, cut her throat, shot her in the head, dumped her in a ditch, burn her alive. Anything. But I couldn't. It's funny how I always threatened to kill her, to hurt her in the best way I could, but I never did. Sure, I scared the living shit out of her, I beat her with all the shit I had, I showed her my darkest parts to scare her away, but I would never actually kill her. Everyone feared me, but now I became my own biggest fear. Obsessed with someone else. Someone I fell for. ----- Cataleya is being held captive by Rafael's biggest enemy. What is going to happen if Rio and Neveah start their search for the person they care about more than anything in the world. Will they find her in time or will they simply find her dead body in a ditch as revenge for the reckless mistakes Curzio made in the past?

!WARNING! THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE/EXPLICIT CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! ---- There is this saying, or quote or whatever you want to call it, about love. "He set fire to the world around him, but never let a flame touch her" I always thought that that was the only way to love. That that was what love was supposed to be like. Protected and warm. Let me just say, that quote is total bullshit. Love with him isn't like that at all. It's the complete opposite. He would set fire to everything, burn down all he has, including me. As long as I was in his arms at night. As long as I slept in his bed. The only thing that mattered to him, is that I was his, no matter how many times he hurt me. On purpose or by accident. It didn't matter. Because he would heal me. He was my healer. He was the only one who could heal the burns he made on my skin, because it was him. So yes, he set fire to the world around him, but he would let it consume me, only to save me just before I die and heal me the way only he could. ------- Cataleya Valentina Velez - A girl everyone seems to fall for, but all she's focused on is her study. What happens when she and her friend, Neveah Aurora North, end up in some trouble. Not just any trouble. Trouble with the Curzio's. ------- A lot of POVs between the girls! If you don't like stories with different POVs, then this story is not for you!

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

"As you said yourself, you know me." "But I don't, not really," He starts, studying my body swiftly and making my breath catch in my throat. Shivers torture me when he smiles, "You've changed and I can feel it." "You won't get to know the new me," I declare, not knowing how honest I'm being by declaring such desperate nonsense. "And why is that?" He says, taking a step closer to me, gradually caging me in with the kitchen counter behind me. "Worried it'll reopen feelings?" "You don't make me nervous, Elijah," I lie smoothly. "I beg to differ, love." ******* They've been through absolute hell and back, both of them fighting and struggling to stay afloat in the ruthless drift that is life. They need each other, but are too broken to realize. Three years after Dakota's sudden departure from Barnsley, they find each other for the last time, will their love be enough or is the past simply too much for them? ******* THE THIRD AND FINAL BOOK OF THE FLAME SERIES Highest rankings: 2nd place in #confident

"We share a fucking bed!" He follows me out of the bathroom, grabbing my wrist when I had turned my back to him. "What's fucking wrong with you now? You threw a bitch fit when you were at the hospital, and now when I compliment you, you're mad at me." "Maybe you shouldn't give compliments with the hope of getting me on your dick!" I snatch my wrist back, turning around to face him, but I smacked into his chest. He took that as an opportunity to grab both of my arms and hold them together behind me. "If I wasn't raised better, I'd spit on you." "And if I wasn't raised better, I'd kick your motherfucking teeth out," he gritted, shaking me when I struggled in his hold. "Would you stop!" He raised his voice, causing my insides to quiver, and my limbs stopped moving. "What is your problem?" "I'm not one of them," I spit angrily, "You can't make me look stupid before charming me. If you think you have to force yourself to compliment me in order for me to spread my legs, then you don't know me," I breathed harshly, my chest brushing against his body, and momentarily, his eyes flickered downward. "I'm offended. You think I'm trying to 'charm' you," he uses air quotations before slamming me against the wall right next to the bed, "When all I have to do is wink to get you to flood your underwear." "I'd like to see you try." I grind out, causing him to smirk at me. A different one this time. One that unsettled me. His lips curved up nicely, yes, but his eyes weren't sparkling with mischief. He didn't seem too happy with me calling him out the way I did. "Bet," he inhaled sharply before backing away from me, his smirk lifting higher, and it morphed into a beautiful smile. "See you at practice, bitch." Carson 'Storm' Speros and Raine Carter have a long way to go, battling through the abnormalities of their unique college and the tough time sharing a baseball team. Will Raine start to see the light in Carson and accept him? We'll see.

He was popular and a player, she was sweet and nerdy. A high school 'reunion' brings them together for a long weekend away. He can't help but want her, and lucky for him, the feeling was mutual. Warning: this story contains mature language, sexual content and sexual assault

"The Stripper and the Mob Boss" ❦ A sickness of Anastasia's sister leads her towards a huge debt. When her friend comes to her with a solution that would make her go from rags to riches, Anastasia immediately accepts even if that meant stripping. Everything was running smoothly until she was met with the scary notorious mafia leader, Valentino Romano. Valentino was a man with no emotion, but when he was met with Anastasia, he knew that he wanted the blonde gorgeous stripper---at no matter what costs. ❦ "You're not allowed to touch me. It's against Mr. Romano's rules," she said, her back towards him. Her long legs were on full display with her high black heels only making them appear longer. "You must be new. What's your name?" He chuckled out, licking his lips. Valentino grabbed her hips, turning her towards him as his eyes settled on her breasts. Slowly, his eyes trailed up to meet her eyes. "Anastasia. Who are you?" she asked, fear clear in her eyes as she stared. He smirked. "Mr. Romano. Now, open your legs."

Vanessa Carson never really had much luck when it came to romance. She needed to get away from life and thanks to her best friend Riley she was heading to Spain for a week. But what was supposed to be a relaxing and fun holiday, turns into one full of sexual tension and feelings that she had never really felt before. All thanks to the most gorgeous and mysterious man she had ever laid eyes on, Riley's step brother. Warning: This story contains mature language and sexual content.

SEQUEL TO THE PLAYER IN HIM, BUT CAN BE READ SOLO. Raising a baby is tough, but raising a baby without the father? Even tougher. Jasmine has a baby. Who's the father? Do I need to answer that question? Will he be pissed? Will they get together? Will they split? Who's got custody? And the biggest question of all: Has the player finally put away his games? Follow Jasmine Josefina Galvin and Liam Alessandro Forte on their road to new beginnings. This won't be easy, seeing there could be a stir of new animosity between them; there is a thin line between love and hate. And they each have two completely different, but extremely demanding careers. Bummer. There could definitely be some hindrance *cough* their parents' wedding *cough* along the road. But hey, it's Jasmine and Liam...what could go wrong? NOT EDITED BECAUSE IT'S NOT COMPLETED. Update: COMPLETED BUT I'M BEING LAZY SO IT'S NOT EDITED...yet.

BOOK THREE OF THE BLACK SERIES *this book CANNOT be read as a stand-alone* -- "Get the hell off of me, Lucian," I snapped angrily, smacking the palm of my hands on his muscular back as he carried me out of the club. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" It wasn't until he carried me upstairs and into a VIP room that he set me on my feet. I wobbled from the combination of my heels and the alcohol finally reaching my brain. It didn't stop me from glaring at him, but he just stared back, his eyes blank. As always. He's never been a talker, unlike me. What the hell was he even doing here? "You can't just walk on the dance floor and throw me over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes," I snapped, trying to get passed him. "I'm not a kid anymore, Lucian, okay? I'm not yours to protect - I never have been!" Hearing those words must have triggered him because he snapped. Lucian roughly grabbed me by the waist and pushed me against the cold wall, his body pressed right against mine. My eyes widened in shock and I met his blazing glare, feeling his hand creep up to my hair and twist it in his knuckles. I tried to force the lump down my throat but felt the confidence leave my body. "I can do damn well as I please when I see my woman dancing with a man who would want nothing more than to take her back to his place," he growled out, tilting my head up by my hair. Our lips were almost touching. I suddenly can't breathe. "You're mine, Mia," he spoke, this time his words low and raspy. "You always have been - never fucking forget that."