When Aria Monroe lands her dream job as the new photographer for Los Angeles's professional hockey team, the last thing she expects is to work with the cocky, arrogant center Connor Holden who rocked her world five years ago during a one-night stand. She left him without a name, and now that Connor's mystery woman has finally reappeared, he'll do anything to make her his. Even if it means dealing with a complicated past he's unprepared for and keeping secrets from those he looks up to. Because if there's one thing Connor Holden is known for? It's winning, and he doesn't plan on stopping now.

"So... you don't tutor, huh?" • • • Fate has a funny way of being a bitch. Cassandra Berry thought she was done with a certain mathematical genius, after having just spent one whole summer in his alluring, pleasurable company. When time ran out and reality snapped back, however, all she was left with was a broken heart and a scholarship to a prestigious college. Now, months later, the last person Cassandra expected to walk into her college was the very same man she left behind last summer. The same man who swore on one solemn thing in his life; that he would never tutor. The same man now destined to be her new professor. As time progresses and schemes, secrets, and old friends and foes alike come out to play, it wasn't hard to predict that things other than numbers wouldn't add up. - Even to a mathematical genius. *This book is a sequel to The Mathematician and cannot be read as a stand-alone. But whatever, it's up to you, do what you want.

"I could tutor you, but I don't think you'd be able to concentrate." • • • When Cassandra Berry gets offered a shitload of money and a place at any college of her choice, just to con a man and getting pregnant with a said man, the answer seems pretty straight forward; Yes. - But Harry Xavier Devon is no mere fool. With two millennium prizes on his back and renowned around the world as the next Newton within mathematics, Harry easily sees through his brother's ploy to have a woman seduce him and get her pregnant when he himself can't have children. His brother in desperate need of an heir for his business empire, but Harry has no intentions of playing the scapegoat. Flipping the play against his brother, he pays Cassandra double the money to continue lying to his brother that they *are* having sex. He thinks he's gotten his revenge when it suddenly appears he's gotten more than he bargained for. Cassandra is no shy woman, or as previously thought, just a money-grabbing whore. Stuck in the same house together for a whole summer could prove to teach the mathematician that some things can *never* be calculated... - Especially when dealing with a (horny) woman.

"Come to sit on my lap again?" • • • It's that time of the year again, and people are all waiting for Santa to come by with their presents. Hazel is living a humdrum life in her small hometown, doing nothing in particular when a certain Santa Claus asks her if she wants to sit on his lap. Brown eyes, chocolate hair and abs carved like stone, Nick is nothing like the traditional Santa you know, yet he still straps on the beard and red suit. In town for just the season, Hazel slowly discovers there's more to Nick Saint than what meets the eye. Peeling back one layer at a time (like a Christmas present) she uncovers what truly lies beneath that red suit of his and finds herself in shock at the result. As the saying goes... Santa smirks because he knows where all the naughty girls live... And he was smirking at Hazel.

"I could nibble at your nose... or at your ear... or at your lips... or..." • • • It's December, and Jack Frost has just come to town. Literally. Summer is one of those people who hates winter. Not just because she was named after the opposite season, but because she hated the cold with a burning passion. But when a stunning man with silver hair, frosty blue eyes and a jovial charm walks into her coffee shop, ordering an iced caramel macchiato with extra ice, she suddenly finds it hard to hate the cold. Especially when (despite his constant cold hands) he always seems to burn her with his touch. Something seems off about him, and Summer is not mistaken. Jack Frost is known for bringing on the cold, but Summer is about to learn that he sure as hell knows how to turn on the heat, too.

"You broke my first rule," I whispered in her left ear as I pulled down her underwear under the table slowly with my hungry fingers. "Why are you wearing underwear around me?" "Behave, Please..." Her voice quivered by the pleasure between her legs, begging her throat not to let out deep moans in front of her parents. "I'll punish you later." In her parents' eyes, I'm the perfect kid. In their daughter's bedroom, I'm the worst criminal. Dark secrets, critical past. My dirty wishes are her nightmares. { #4- Chicklit } { #9- Young Adult } { #4 - New adult } { # 40 - Teen Fiction} { # 1- Sexual } { # 7- Short-story } { #28- Romance } { #8 - Teen Romance } { #1 - Teenagers }

Perfect Althea Carras creates a sex to-do list after being cheated on, with the help of Myles Wayne; her towns most known tattoo artist and bad boy. xxx Althea Carras sees life as a fairytale: with prince charming and a happily ever after. That comes crumbling down after catching her prince not acting so charming. In her last semester of college, Althea realizes she never had the chance to experiment and decides to curate her own sex to-do list at a bar, only to catch the wrong kind of attention. Myles Wayne is far from her usual type: a good boy with good looks. Good. Good. Good. When he shows up with messy hair, tattoos for days and a face with less emotion than a rock, she doesn't expect to like him, let alone tolerate him. Yet he offers his services: help her commit to her list. But the more he helps her, the more she feels like there is more to him. He challenges her, and as much as she hates it, for the first time in her life, she feels alive. But nothing is as it seems, especially Miles Wayne. And when all there is left is secrets, everything will be in ruins.

In which billionaire Levi Morterez, meets small-town waitress Ophelia Collins, and must pull out all the stops to convince her that she was more than what she saw herself as, and that she was worthy of love. ****** Upon taking his older brother's suggestion to visit a particular diner, Levi was utterly confused by his immediate infatuation for a certain waitress. However, with only one thing being on Ophelia's mind- to save enough money for college - Levi has to put in more than just a little bit of effort to catch her attention. When taking into account the many people who are against their relationship, Levi and Ophelia must learn to trust and grow with one another for their relationship to have a chance at succeeding. ****** ©All rights reserved 2019 TheOfficialSinner

Amelie went unnoticed... or so she thought. Since the first time Amelie George stepped into a school, she had been depicted as uptight and scared of everything. With a pair of distant parents and snickers behind her back, at times she believed she would never be loved. Shy, insecure and too witty for her own good, Amelie lived her life alone and outcasted. Yet when a sleepover goes wrong, she finds herself noticed by a man with scarlet eyes, gauntly skin and looks to kill - literally. They were bound, and he would destroy anything in his path in a desiring desperation to make her his for all eternity. _____ W A R N I N G T H I S S T O R Y C O N T A I N S : ❦ mature/sexual scenes ❦ violence ❦ explicit language ❦ alcohol consumption _____ S T A R T E D - 25/12/2020 C O M P L E T E D - ? ? ?

So how do you meet a killer, or in my case, a serial killer? You would think that I would meet him in a darkened alleyway, or perhaps on a hike through the forest as I unwillingly stumbled upon his bloody dumping grounds. That would make for an adrenaline-filled start to our story, our dance of death, but that's not how it happened at all. No, I met my killer where a lot of people meet these days. And no it wasn't on tinder or with any of those other damned dating apps. He wasn't that kind of serial killer. No, I met him at the local grocery store, I met him at my place of work. Just my luck right? Some would call it destiny, but in all honesty it was all just a throw of a dice, and a late night shift at work that needed to be filled. Warning: This twisted story is not intended for a younger audience. It will contain violence, sex, foul language, death, mind games, and so on. Stop reading if you are easily triggered by such things.