"What we had is over, Dawn. You don't have to do this anymore. You're free to go." I traced the glass separating us with my fingers, looking into his green eyes and whispered to the phone, "So you want to know why I'm still here?" He just stared as I continued, "Becuase I love you and I know you love me too." _____________________________ Silas Dale is charged for the crime he didn't commit or that's what his wife Dawn Dale thinks. Now she is on her own, fighting to rescue her beloved. No one cares except for one soul. Desmond Maxwell. But how long will he be there to help her when Adrian Dale's scheme is to take over? Now the older Dale has the chance to convince Dawn that he is the brother she is meant to be with. But an entity has surrounded them, preventing them from their ecstatic destination, preying on both of the brothers. This is a mystery only Dawn can fathom out. Will she be able to save Silas and Adrian from the lethal journey ahead? Here's to Us. Copyright © 2017. All Rights Reserved.

"When we promised to love each other till death do us part, I never thought death would come so soon." They call her Justice and it's probably because she takes the law into her own hands, dishing out whatever she wants to whoever she wants. At just twenty-three years of age, she's one of few notorious assassin's in America. That's right. A hitwoman. A femme fatale. His name is Nevio Vignale and he's about to be served with some serious justice. A criminal in his own right, he's never felt the need to bring a woman in on his operations before, but that all changes when the highly trained assassin marks him. Yep, he's on her hit list, and Justice has never missed a target. But what she doesn't know is... neither has he... It's criminal verses criminal. Boy verses girl. Assassin verses assassin.

People make mistakes. Arden Ame's mistake was that she fell in love with this boy called Liam Moore, who had a charming, crooked smile and a voice that dripped with honey. This boy was uncaring, rash, terribly good looking and drew attention effortlessly like a moth to flame. He had a habit of tying up his hoodie strings, which Arden found completely adorable, because oh gods she was bewitched. This boy was popular enough to get away shattering her life into complete shambles. To break her heart clean into two and let her go, because this girl was sensitive and kind and just about everything he wasn't, and she was never meant to mean anything to him. He let her go, and maybe that was this boy's mistake.

Being accepted into one of the best private colleges in the United States on a full scholarship was supposed to be one of the best things that's ever happened to a person, right? Wrong. Ella Parker. One of the most successful law students in the world, has been offered this opportunity. With no family, barely any income and a tragic back story, Ella decided taking this scholarship was her chance to start fresh and to try and move on with her life. Of course, she didn't expect to be sharing a dorm room with one of the most cold, arrogant, and meanest bad boy on campus. Caleb Hunter was smart, sexy, popular, and worshipped by everybody that had ever laid eyes on him. He always managed to get his way and never had to ask for something more than once. Until he met Ella Parker. When two conflicting personalities are put in the same dorm room for the next few years of their college life; how do they react towards one another? The odd pair can only have one of the two endings planned; Good, or bad.

Dani Augustus has heard about the Devil's Riders. Everyone in their small town had. The motorcycle club was both feared and respected. For years, she had successfully avoided crossing paths with them. All of that changes when their VP rides back into town. Dixon Carter, also known as the Reaper, was just released from a five years prison sentence three years early. With his new found freedom, he has decided that he wants to make sure the club is safe from any outsiders. When an innocent gets involved in one of the raids, he feels responsible for her getting shot. He's now vowed to take care of her, whether she wants it or not.

"Despite her most overpowering instincts to run and hide from the great beast that lurked beneath Allister's deathly pale skin, despite the most natural instincts engraved into her human mind, Ainslie couldn't resist the deep bond she felt for a man more frightening than her darkest nightmares. For while he was her very nightmare brought to life, he was also the only man she truly trusted in her heart, the only man she had ever felt such a connection to, the only man she had ever known to be such a compelling contradiction worth every bit of her attention and compassion." ~ One woman, snatched away in the darkness of the night by The Beiste of Bolham ~ Every full moon the Beast of Bolham awakes, overpowered by the strong hold the moon has over him and unable to deny his natural urges, humanity is shed and the transformation of the beast is complete. Fearful of the Beasts full power the men of the village, armed with swords and flaming torches, collect together for the hunt to chase down the Beast to protect their women and children. Over ridden by her curiosity of the strange noises in the forest, Ainslie Clayworth ventures out into the darkness with only a lamp to guide her. But when the flame dies out and she's met with the face of the fearsome beast itself, her curiosity may just be her fatal mistake. COPYRIGHT ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 2016 PART I COMPLETE PART II ONGOING

"The rules for a Mafia wife were endless and strict. Once she entered into this life she would never be free. Women in the Mafia were first daughters, then wives, and then mothers; always under the control of a man, always expected to live up to their expectations." A woman who yields to no man, who cannot be obedient, is not made to be a Mafia wife. Liliana Fiorenza, the headstrong granddaughter of a Sicilian Mafia Don, was not made to be a Mafia wife. Yet, she is forced to return to America and marry the infamous and secretive D'Onofrio heir. Marcello D'Onofrio, the heir to the D'Onofrio legacy, has gained himself a reputation for being far more ruthless than his father ever was. He now sits at the head of one of the most powerful American Mafia families in New York, consumed entirely by his work. Until, that is, he is forced to take on a wife - one who fights him at every turn. TW: Contains violence, assault, depression, and covers the topic of suicide. COMPLETED / BEING EDITED

"Let her drag me down. I'd drown in her with a fucking smile on my face." - Adrian Hunter A romance author who can't get laid and a billionaire playboy with a dark past...what could go wrong?

"Fúcking hell." He hisses applying pressure to his wound. I think he got the memo because he tells me what I want to hear "I'm apart of the Italian Mafia." I press the pistol harder. "I run the fùcking Mob." "Wow, how cliché." I look down at the watch on my wrist that doesn't exist and then lock eyes with him again. "I'm guessing I've got about five minutes until your mobsters come looking for their daddy. So, it's time for the bonus round!" I clap my hands together as Vince's body shakes. "I thought you didn't want to play games?" Vincenzo cocks his head to the side. This man has balls. I've choked him, shot him and threatened his penìs. There's more to Vincenzo DelVecchio than what meets the eye. *WARNING contains mature content* Read at your own risk

In a world where vampires feed from other vampires and males dominate females... there is but one precious thing left in their world which every vampire craves... A Mihr. Dohmenic is the Dralan - the King - of all vampires, and survives purely on clean blood; The blood of a Mihr, a virgin. Without a Dralaq, a Queen, he has to feed from Mihrs to ensure the continuation of his pure blood and the claim to the throne. But the times are dire; Mihrs are becoming rarer and rarer each day, and so the Dralan is slowly fading from bloodthirst. He desperately needs a Mihr to feed. Leyla is a Mihr. She is one of the few that is left in the world ruled by hungry, savage male vampires and she intends to stay that way. In hiding from the frenzied males, she ends up in the one place that should have been her only safe haven in the world; The Dralan's castle. Disguising herself as a Kischmir (a servant), she pretends she is but a mere commoner whose blood is not the purest kind in the kingdom. But when the Dralan nearly dies from cruel thirst, her blood is all that can save him. To be a Mihr means you can't be bedded by a male, otherwise your blood will be tainted. But as things grow heated between the Dralan and Leyla, will Dohmenic be able to keep his hands off her? After all, we always want what we can't have...