The human heart is an abyss. Through tunnels, and chambers, the organ beats and the world, in each persons life, continues to churn. With that heart, life is a reality. But, every so often, exceptions have to be made. Every so often a heart breaks, truly breaks, and all the pieces of life and reality become a haze. That heart is beating, but only sustaining. There is only one cure, one remedy- one antidote. That is love. ... There is nothing like the search for the perfect story. For Josephine Taylor, head journalist in a bustling Seattle magazine, where jobs are fought, not won, Aidan Hughes is that story...the story that will combine both truth and intrigue. Plagued by tragedy, the handsome photographer has secluded himself to a remote town, denying anyone who seeks to exploit him. For Josephine, Aidan Hughes is a jackpot of mystery, the perfect subject to propel her career into it's highest form. Like all the others, he intends to send her away. But, when a storm blows in, trapping them in his family estate, concessions will be made... Deep, dark secrets will be revealed... And unwilling hearts will be touched.

*Prequel to She Belongs to Me* What makes a man into a monster? This is the story of how Vincent Graves came to be the psychopath we all know and love (or love to hate). Disclaimer: This story contains moments of intense violence. Reader discretion is advised.

#7 in employee #190 in Hidden #285 in Mafia -- "Mr Amadio is ready for you now, if you'd like to just enter here," she informs. "Okay, thank you." The door is pinned with a glass sign embossed with the gold letters 'LUCA AMADIO'. As Rosalie pushes it open and gestures for me to enter, I don't allow myself to hesitate before stepping in. The excess of open space is the first thing I notice. The very air in here seems changed, and an enticing scent of rosewood and something warm and tingly lingers in the air. Organised shelves of documents adorn the walls, a clean black shade that contrasts with the pearly tones of the walls. The carpeted floor is a constant beige, and as my gaze follows it up the centre of the room, I finally take in the unnecessarily large desk that sits before a spotless window just as unnecessarily large. My eyes lift up a few inches further to my interviewer, and I instantly feel assaulted as I meet his unreadable stare. Instantly, a deep pink floods my face. Sharp features and an angular jaw face me, calculating gaze scanning me up and down. One hand strokes the short stubble dancing across his chin as he contemplates my presence. Dark eyes framed by enviously thick eyelashes scrape their way up to meet my startled ones. So much so for my talent of restraining my blush. I clear my throat, willing away the flustered feeling so uncharacteristic to me, and introduce myself with a smile. "Good afternoon, I am-" "I know who you are, Sylvie-Anne Roberts." Initially, I'm taken-aback by the Italian twang laced through his words. Then, I register the deep, smooth, tone of his voice. And eventually, I realise that he knows my full name, even though I only ever go by 'Sylvie Roberts'. -- Began: 11th April 2018 Completed: Cover: @rainouts

#1 enough #1 notenough #3 in lifelessons #15 relatable "They say you regret the things you didn't do more than the things you did do in life," I whisper, glad that I can still form a coherent sentence with him so abnormally close to me. I would barely have to extend my arm halfway to touch him. I become painstakingly aware of every movement, watching his dark eyelashes flutter with every blink. He moves impossibly closer, eyes still concentrated on my lips. I swallow anxiously, forgetting how to breathe. "Well thank fuck for that," he mutters, before a hand against the back of my neck pulls us together. --- Never put effort into anything, I told myself. It will never help you. It will never beat those around you. You will never be competition for those geniuses. You will never be wanted by anyone in your life because there's always someone better than you. You will never amount to anything. You will never be good enough. I will never be good enough. And then I met Slater. Began: 2nd September 2016 Completed: 9th April 2018 (+585 days)

Iris Tremaine is an icon. A fashion icon. At twenty-six years old, she's at the top of the fashion industry, having created a multi-national corporation, designing for both runway and retail. She's one of the richest, most-admired women in the world and yet there's something astronomical missing from her life. Somehow, the glamour and lights aren't what they used to be. When a tormented, mysterious man comes into her life, she begins to believe he may be what she's been waiting for. He may offer the spark she's been missing... But what she doesn't know is that this man has a past- a past that will rock her world straight off its axis. Thank you very much for taking the time to explore my work. xx

"Guns and sex... that's what you are." • • • Rya Wilkins is a top trained agent, working under the orders of the president of USA. Her job involves brutal interrogations, dangerous undercover CIA work, and killing people who pose a threat to their nation. - And a threat like that just so happens to come in the form of a lethal and dangerously handsome Italian agent, who managed to break into the CIA and steal confidential information. It is now Rya's job to retrieve that information and stop the goddamn mischievous, sexy, son of a-I'm-going-to-make-your-body-explode-in-more-ways-than-one agent and bring him into custody. But there's a thin line between hatred and love - and that line turns out to be Rya's thong.

Every summer, Olivia Breckenridge graces the beach side town of Brookside Cliffs, and Ryker Erickson admires her, dreaming of the day he'd get the courage to speak to her. Well, this year, he takes a chance. Get lost in Ryker's world, as he spends his summer falling in love with Olivia, only to have a deep secret revealed to him, that could possibly erase any future with Olivia he could have hoped for.

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...

"Never underestimate the power of a decent vocabulary." • • • Imagine if you could hear everything your neighbor did on the other side of the wall. Cook - clean - masturbate? Detective Russell Crane quickly deducts that the wall in his new apartment is surprisingly thin. And that his female neighbor has a fondness of vibrators. How much would you listen to? And more importantly; How would you react if you heard your neighbor moan your name after having just met her once?

The devil is as real as you or I. The devil owns her heart. He owns your every thought, your every move. He owns your dignity and your undying allegiance. But he doesn't own the blood on his hands. Still, the devil is as real as you or I. The devil owns his heart. She owns the fear in yours. She owns your city's silence. But she doesn't own the demons of her past. In a world of drugs, desire and danger, the King and Queen of Mexico are failing to keep up. For how does a Queen tame her King's insatiable appetite for revenge? How does a King keep his Queen from self-destructing? With too much lost between them, the fight to conquer and reclaim their future is on. Prepare to meet the Devil.