He could get lost in her eyes and never want to find his way. © pigmented 2016

When Daniel Turner shows up in Ella's ballet class for five-year-olds, wearing a baseball cap and gnawing on a wad of Big Red, she's ready to haul his country butt straight out the window. The big one overlooking traffic and three stories up. But when she's forced to give him private dance lessons, will she wish she'd given into her reckless impulse to send him diving or will his handsome good looks and easy-going ways ensure she's the one who takes the fall? Excerpt: An emotion she couldn't name held her in check, begging her to accept the gift. Their lips touched with the barest of touches and her flesh sizzled with the fire of a thousand blazes. Dizziness assailed her and her hand lashed out to grasp the table's edge, in an effort to keep herself from falling, falling...

He reminded her of a tiger- no a lion- always ready to pounce, never thinking once about their prey. Once upon a time, she was that prey. He hated her. He stalked her. He wanted her. She wanted him. They wanted each other. She was the gazelle, the wounded zebra the herd left behind. In other words, there was no way she was escaping this beast. But, somehwere in the mix of sex, hatred, and completely unnecessary outings, something else started to make itself know inside her. It made her want him more, and she already knew he wanted her with everything that was in him even though he refused that notion with every single fibre of his being. All the more, it was still there, and that left one thing. That one thing was to finally get together then, and now right? Wrong. It's all fun and games till somebody falls in love But you've already bought a ticket And there's no turning back now....

"If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?" William Shakespeare ------------------------------------------- Highest ranking #103 in Romance Highest ranking #51 in General Fiction Thrown out of her home by the man she thought loved her. Now homeless, pregnant with a three year old in tow, what would Melinda do to provide for her children when he had stolen from her the one thing she had worked so hard to build. Hatred, anger and pain were her tormentors as she walked out of her home. Replaced by a nonentity she had discovered truly existed after discarding all the rumors. Lincoln Shields, the epitome of perfection every woman's dream, but his heart belonged to only one person. His childhood friend who he hadn't seen in fifteen years due to circumstances beyond their control. How would she react when he told her his true feelings. ----------- "Wait were are you going?" I asked her shifting in my seat. "Out. Don't speak to me until you tell me the real reason you brought us here a week earlier that planned. I trusted you to get married out of the blue. Now all I want is this one thing, just the truth. You and I both know we didn't need to get married to come here, you could have used work as an excuse, not a honeymoon," she said angrily making me flinch in my seat. ~~~~~ "I would give anything if you were two people, so I could call up the one who is my friend and tell her about the one I like so much," he whispered. "I am in love with you Mel," he said softly.

Raven Bordeaux never liked dealing with people. She liked being encased in her drama free bubble with her few close-knit friends. Though that changed when Clayton Sorenson, the epitome of popular jocks, decided that she was going to help him with his French. The world isn't as crystal clear as we would hope. There are entire worlds hidden behind walls.

"The Quinns are back." No one thought that they would return. No one thought that they would bring themselves back into the town they caused so much trouble in. But they have. Miana Rose is just like everyone else; she wants to avoid the Quinns and live life normally. But her life seems to have other plans as she gets more involved with them then she would like. Somehow one punch to the face gets her so close to the "bad boys". But even when Miana gets to know them a little more, she can't help but feel there's something far more...criminal...about their family.

Original Story (there's also a rewrite of this story) ---- Horrible secrets and tragic pasts, she was the smart girl in the back of class. Witty comments and silent thoughts, two people who's lives fell in fault. Quiet sobs and nightly hugs, neither really gave a fuck. Meaningful words and days of fun, the ultimate love. story: copyright two-thousand fourteen (unedited) adrianna moton poem: copyright two-thousand fifteen adrianna moton