Oh my... That voice and that laugh. Those tattoos. Those muscles. Every single square inch of that man is pure, unadulterated perfection. Screw his reputation. I don't care that the local news has labeled him a "vicious criminal." The entire town may be afraid of him, but I'm not. I've known bad people in my life, my mom being the worst. They say the eyes are the window to the soul. If that's true, Rooter's soul is good and pure. I don't care what anyone says. I want him. Bad. And my wish comes true. After Rooter saves me from a pair of dangerous thugs, we embark on a passionate romance. But I quickly learn that while Rooter isn't quite as evil as everyone believes he is, he also isn't quite as perfect as I thought him to be either. He's as infuriating as he is sweet and as secretive as he is sexy. Worst of all is his crazy ex-friend-with-benefits who won't go away. Then comes an accusation of a brutal crime. Can our fledgling love survive? ***This story contains adult language and themes.*** ***Please note, this is NOT, I repeat NOT, the final edited version of the story. There may be mistakes with spelling and grammar. Please forgive me if and when you find them. I am saving the final edit for print publication (hopefully)***

❋Book 1 of the Bonavento Series❋ [Excerpt] "I'm intrigued by you bella." His eyes travelled up and down my body as I nervously shuffled on my feet. "I really am..." His once wandering eyes finally landed on my face as he licked his lips. "But I am not here to play games with you, you will give me what I want or you're dead." ___________ A book that takes all the wrong twists and turns.

"How is it that when your chest is against mine, that even though our hearts don't beat the same, and your breath exhales when I inhale. I feel as though we are in sync. You move left when I move right, you begin your sentence as I end mine. Your lips close as mine part." He says as his eyes move from my frozen wide eyes to where he holds my hands above my head. With every breath he takes I feel my body react in sync, the way I can still feel every touch and caress he has drawn out along my body, the invisible mark like my own personal tattoo. "Say you're mine." He breaths down my neck, the heat of him encasing me as he holds me in his own way, I feel the tingle of his kiss under my ear, against the join of my neck and shoulder as he begins to cover my skin in kisses. "Say it." He purrs against my ear and draws back so he can look into my hooded dark eyes. "I'm yours." I whisper. And in that moment I know I have got myself stuck in something I may never be able get out of. I had been completely and utterly owned by Grayson Nolan. ********************************************************************************************* So this story is a little dash of bad boy, a little dash of business man, tattoos and seduction (so there will be a few hot and heavy scenes) and lots of possessive alpha male syndrome going on.... so please give it a try and let me know what you think! There will be sexual scenes so please read with caution!

(((EDITING))) Who was Hades, truly? Was he the merciless warden of lost souls, as the stories claimed? The cruel titan masquerading as a god, or something far more complex than the rumours allowed? ** #1 Wattpad2021 #1 Greek Mythology 04/01/2025 #1 Hades 06/04/2021 #1 Chicklit 12/04/2021 #8 Romance 07/04/2021 #3 Drama 3/10/22

He's ready and he's coming for you. Copyright © olympis 2016

With Zeus' death, Samira and Hades continue to rule the Underworld, as well as their new kingdom by default. But how easy can that be with the council still lurking by as threats? Or, when someone unexpectedly returns with a strong personal vendetta. How will Hades learn to balance newcomers, and the two separate worlds? And how will Samira finally learn to become the queen she was always meant to be, when there are constant jabs sent her way? Follow Samira and Hades along in the second book of the Greek God Series: The Queen of Darkness.

His body molds into mine perfectly from behind as he grasps my waist with cold hands. "Didn't I tell you who you belonged to?" His husky, dark voice flows through my ears as his hands travel slowly to my hips, leaving a trail of heat along the way. "I belong to no one." My tone wavers unsteadily, and I curse him for having control over me. He chuckles, a lovely sound coming from deep within his chest. Suddenly, our chests are flush against each other with his hand buried in my hair. "Oh, but you do. And intend to show you that." He whispers possessively, his lips crushing mine. ~~ The second book is out now! The Queen of Darkness. Check it out!

Hi, my name is Lucy, I'm going to be telling you my story, about how I went from being a high school nerd to being the goddess of life and death.

She was a piece of Heaven he wanted to own. And he, was the flames of Hell she wanted to tame. "You must be tired." The unparalleled face softens with an indulging smile, and I nod hastily like a chick pecking at grains. My reason, wisdom, and rationality became words of a foreign tongue when the fingers tangled amongst my hair trail down to my cheekbones, the caresses like the fine strokes of a paint brush that gave colour to my skin. "But next time." His eyes of hellfire narrows, reflecting the features of a iolite-eyed mortal, and crimson lips pull back over sharp canines. "I might not be as easy to tame." ■What happens when the greek god of the Underworld becomes the 'Grumpy Patient' to a kind hearted mortal, burdened by a curse untold, and a gift unrivalled.■ Slow burn ♡ Update schedule : Every 2 days ◇ #1 - Mythology, #3 - in fantasy, #4 - Humor

"Where is he now?" He asked holding my hands above my head while I shiver stubbornly holding his gaze glaring into his steely blue eyes. When I jerked my face away from his grip on my jaw and looked away he held my jaw tighter making me face him again. " I asked you...WHERE IS YOUR 'SAVIOR' NOW!" I sobbed my fight leaving me now...I was tired and he let me collapse at his feet and looked down at me. "You wouldn't feel this way if you didn't keep fighting me..." 21 year old Samara Leonidas' world is about turn upside down. When for once she decides to leave her house for the first time on Halloween Night after months and has no idea in Hell.. How she ended up in--Well, quite frankly HELL. #9 Myths 08/20/19 #33 Fallen 13/05/19