*Being Published in 2022* ❝You can't deny that you're attracted to me, Nyx. Instead of fighting it, let's see what happens,❞ he grumbled, hands roaming my body. His thumb brushed my bottom lip. ❝Open up for me, baby.❞ -------------------------------------------------------- Nyx just can't seem to escape her eternal night, the very darkness she was named after. She tries to play her cards right, however, the outcome is a paradox. Whilst she obtains the results she wanted, it comes at the expense of some of her relationships. Angry at the world, her hatred is ravenous for none other than Beckham Hunt, captain of the ice hockey team. Beckham loathes Nyx Taylor after what she's done, that much he is certain of. Nobody boils his blood as she does and when she's hired to assist his team during championship season, he discerns that there's more to her story than meets the eye. She was always the villain in his story. But, suddenly she's the plot twist he never saw coming. Each glare and scowl and insult piles up, put under tremendous pressure by their mutual hatred. Yet, peeking through their fury clouded vision, they find the centre of their relationship blazing. Like two rival stars gravitating towards each other, Nyx and Beckham can do nothing when the law of attraction forces them to accept that passion doesn't always mean hatred, but perhaps something more. [word count: 157,189]

"I found you once, if the universe allows it I'll find you again." ------------ Melany Marshall, if people had to describe her they would all use the same words: Focused, driven and one hell of a beauty. The beautiful brunette hasn't had much luck in the love scene, and honestly? She doesn't even care anymore, she just wants to graduate and go to law school. Educational validation is the only thing that has kept her on the rails after all. But then she meets the one and only Blake King, the womanizer that just moved to town, but why? He might look like mister perfect but what is he hiding underneath that handsome face? Everyone has a story, it doesn't matter how ugly or painful they are. All our souls long for is to create new ones with the people they love. - - This book is labeled mature due to use of strong language and mature (triggering) topics. - - First few chapters are in need of some deep editing, (punctuation and grammar mistakes) it gets better the further you get into the story.

Dakota Blake Archer. Archer. The worlds most feared word. Dakota is dangerous, goofy, sarcastic asshole with a heart of gold and protection if he trusts you. Dakota is mainly known for his title. A ruthless, dangerous killer that was taught by the best, The worlds feared dangerous team, The Red Hooders. Gracie Ann McBride is a young, frail girl with a glass heart and trust issues when it comes to men, especially after one specific guy leaves her with a shattered heart. Another year goes by and Dakota can finally see the girl with the beautiful smile again. Only, this year is different... **contains gifs and pictures :) **DIRTY SCENES**

Southern Gulf University series: Book 1 Lexi Olson does not hook up, let alone date anybody. She has good grades, great roommates, and a bright career ahead of her, but when she lets her guard down with the top MLB prospect, everything changes. Can she overcome her sexual baggage with him or is she too far gone to be saved? Two things have always come easy to Mason Young: baseball and girls. He never wanted a relationship until he meets a fiery brunette one night who will change his life forever. But when he makes a mistake the first night can he recover from it or will he strike out trying? **Excerpt** I stare at him. How could I possibly damage his ego? He could have any girl he wants, I'm pretty sure his ego is perfectly intact. "I want to help you." he says. "Help me?" "Yeah. In the bedroom." "You seemed to like what I did just fine last night. Excuse me." I say through clenched teeth.

She's rich, the perfect student, and graduating early. He's a heathen, a heartbreaker, and well he may never graduate... These all might be true, but with every fact, there is a detail to be explained. When people can be seen below the surface of their persona your whole view of them and their lives change. Axel thinks he's a hardass, huh? Well so does Victoria. So which one knows - How to Steal a Heart? ╰┈➤ a taste "I'm a mess," I shake my head, "Apparently a mess only you can see," "Only because I'm looking," He gestures to his eyes. "I see you, there's nothing wrong with seeing you." I completely shift myself to look at Axel. I sat in front of him as he looked down at me. This is the Axel that has me wrapped around his finger. Not the fighter, not the bad boy. The compassionate, well-spoken, devoted, Axel Stone that is sitting in front of me. So when the story comes out of my inevitable demise - know that it was Axel Stone's words that slain me. Not his persona or his larger-than-life muscles -even though those are very nice- it was the way he cared for me. The way he set a fire in my soul, a flame to my heart. The way he anchored me.

"You need to stop it with the fighting, Wade! On and off the ice. You can get killed out there!" She yells. She was so worried. His plumped red lip and the scar on his cheek were nothing compared to what he can actually get into. She sees his eyes move to her and he's looking straight at her making her heart race. "I won't stop fighting until they learn to keep their eyes on the puck and not you, Sophia." -- Sophia was your typical girl. Let's be honest. She wears scrunchies, She has oversized clothes but also the perfect outfit to go out. She had bright green eyes and strawberry blonde hair. She goes to the University of Tampa, where she was born and raised, and her major is Business. She has her own little circle and goes out every chance she gets but still keeps up with school. She's also a huge fan of hockey. Wade Anderson. Tampa Bay Lightning's heartthrob. One of the best players on the team to say the least. 3 million dollar net worth that just keeps growing. He could have his way with the ladies if he wanted to and he does. Wade loves what he does and he's good at it. Both and off the ice, of course. He's also Sophia's favorite player... Well, until he pranks her with his teammates. TW: cussing, sexual scenes, and mention of racism, sexual assault and other deep topics - A/N: U GUYS please remember this is supposed to be a SUPER EASY read, its my first book and i love it so so so much and im learning from it everyday so please cut me some slack!

Reed Sawyer is a dedicated athlete and, overall, a good guy. Eden Gray is a lover of books, hard worker, unlucky in love. Reed never planned to spend his Friday night going on a blind date that wasn't his to begin with. Eden never imagined going on a blind-date period, only going to appease her friends. Feelings are caught, more dates follow, and eventually, the truth is revealed. So Much More.

"Since the first day I met you I've wanted to do this so bad Holly". Just your average cliché wattpad story. Read at your own risk. You will encounter typical romance tropes and predictable plot twists but an overall good read. *smut warning*

When photography student, Willow Kennedy, gets offered an internship with her college's renowned ice hockey team, The Michigan Wolverines, she anticipates three things: 1) Her twin brother being an unbearable and over-protective nightmare. 2) Her photographs not making any real impact whatsoever. 3) The team completely shutting out the curly-haired girl pointing a camera in their faces. What Willow didn't take into account, however, was the Wolverine's team captain. Rumoured NHL first draft pick, dreamboat and total game changer- Tate Wilder. With his infectious dimpled smile, sparkling green eyes and addictive personality, Tate quickly turns Willow's internship into a life-changing and eye-opening experience- one filled with love, friendship and opportunities. Willow didn't meet the Michigan Wolverines looking for love, and funnily enough neither did Tate, but love soon found them. ********* "Pretty please?" Her lip juts out in an irresistible pout and you'd almost think she was a sweet innocent flower judging by the puppy dog eyes she's flashing me. But that image is little tarnished by the hand she has dipped into my boxers. I can feel my Adams apple bob as I reply. "O-okay. Fine, you win this time." The smile I get in response is absolutely blinding. A full, mega-watt grin with teeth, crinkled eyes and blush on the apples of her cheek. I'll let her win everything if I get that fucking smile in return.