Book 1 of the Wolfe Series ||WARNING|| 18+ This book contains mature content such as sex, abuse, sexual abuse, guns & blood, and language Nobody said that college was going to be easy. Especially when you can't concentrate in class because you can't stop staring at your college professor. But what do you do when you catch him staring back? And what do you do when you find out a secret about said Professor? "W-what are you doing?" I breathed out. Trying so hard to control my breathing as he slides his hand down to my waist. "I don't know." His grip on my waist tightens and pulls me close so our chests are now touching. "But I don't think I want to stop." Oh. My. God.

BOOK THREE OF THE BLACK SERIES *this book CANNOT be read as a stand-alone* -- "Get the hell off of me, Lucian," I snapped angrily, smacking the palm of my hands on his muscular back as he carried me out of the club. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" It wasn't until he carried me upstairs and into a VIP room that he set me on my feet. I wobbled from the combination of my heels and the alcohol finally reaching my brain. It didn't stop me from glaring at him, but he just stared back, his eyes blank. As always. He's never been a talker, unlike me. What the hell was he even doing here? "You can't just walk on the dance floor and throw me over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes," I snapped, trying to get passed him. "I'm not a kid anymore, Lucian, okay? I'm not yours to protect - I never have been!" Hearing those words must have triggered him because he snapped. Lucian roughly grabbed me by the waist and pushed me against the cold wall, his body pressed right against mine. My eyes widened in shock and I met his blazing glare, feeling his hand creep up to my hair and twist it in his knuckles. I tried to force the lump down my throat but felt the confidence leave my body. "I can do damn well as I please when I see my woman dancing with a man who would want nothing more than to take her back to his place," he growled out, tilting my head up by my hair. Our lips were almost touching. I suddenly can't breathe. "You're mine, Mia," he spoke, this time his words low and raspy. "You always have been - never fucking forget that."

BOOK TWO OF THE BLACK SERIES *CANNOT be read as a stand-alone* -- "I mean, let's face it, Hayden," Casey said with a humourless laugh, looking away from me and out at the city of white lights, "you don't want me. You want the thought that you managed to get with me - all of your friends are expecting it, my friends and family are expecting it to happen... it's not long before you wanting me changes and you see how messed up I really am." My eyes narrowed and I turned to face her, grabbing her by the jaw so I was staring into her dark eyes. Casey's breath hitched in her throat and she chewed on her lip, tears gathered in her eyes as our eyes met. "I don't give a flying fuck about what they want to hear or what they expect to happen between us, Casey," I told her, wiping a stray tear away. I smiled when she sniffled. "Stop thinking so much about what other people do and don't expect, alright? I damn well know how insane your family is but I also know how much better you are from them, and it's the good in you that makes me fall deeper with every date we go on." When I cupped her cheek with one hand, Casey's alarmed eyes relaxed and she slowly leaned into my touch, sighing quietly. I pressed my forehead to hers, smiling softly when she tried moving forward for our lips to meet. I pulled away last second, rubbing her bottom lip with my thumb. lol "I'm all yours, baby," I whispered, finally pressing our lips together.

"You're cute when you're jealous." He mumbled against my lips causing my eyes to shoot open and pull back from him. "I'm not cute, Joel. And I'm not jealous." I denied with a scowl and re-crossed my arms stubbornly. He chuckled and started to kiss the side of my face instead. He rubbed my arm up and down with the hand that wasn't around my waist, and pulled me closer to him so that I was basically cradled to his chest while he started to kiss me all over. "Joel." I whined. "Quit it." "But Kai, you're just so adorable. You're my precious little princess, aren't you?" He cooed between kisses, causing my cheeks to flush. "I'm mad at you." I reminded him trying to sound firm but could feel myself slipping, causing my voice to come out as more of a mewl. "Why are you mad at Daddy, babygirl?" He asked softly, and moved to peck my lips again. I gulped. "You know why, now let me up." I tried to get out of his arms but he just held me tighter and continued. "Tell me." He coaxed softly. I whimpered as his lips traveled to my neck and he started to nibble on the sensitive skin. I held back a moan and could feel my body starting to heat up as arousal washed over me. "Princess." He purred against my neck wanting an answer, and then went back to nibbling the skin. Fuck, what were we talking about again? _________________________ *READ TAGS*

I slightly turned my head, making eye contact with him. My lips part softly as I got a good look at his eyes. They were different than usual, they were now dark and sensual. His sharp eyes didn't break from mine as his hand on my stomach paused, and instead of up it slide down. His pinky finger was at the waistband of the pants I was wearing. "You're such a good girl Niara, ain't that right?" he asks as the tip of his fingers slowly slipped under the waist band. "Y-yes.." I responded breathlessly. "Yes what?" he hummed. "Yes sir" --- Niara gets a new homeschool teacher, who just happens to be the most beautiful man she has ever seen. Killian Donovan was hired by a trusted friend of his to teach his 18 year old daughter.

I squeezed my eyes shut waiting for pain but nothing happen. He froze smelling me. He pulled away with his eyes wide. He looked my over in shock and I looked at him confused. What was going on? "It's you" he stated. "You're the one"

Dalton Scott craved control, and he always got it. Kyra Holmes had control in every aspect of her life, she wanted submission. What happens when another man enters the relationship? The Perfect Submission.

❝YOU'RE MY DIRTY LITTLE SECRET❞ Valentina De La Cruz, is well known among the public eye. The eighteen year old, who grew up surrounded by 'daddy's money', has been caught in a few scandalous amongst older men - you could say she has a preference. Many like to describe her as perfect, slim waist paired with hips, and rose red plump lips. She was a real eye-catcher. The only male she wants to catch the eye of is Dominic. Dominic Castor, grew up being, Saint Nicholas, Valentina's father's right hand guy. The now, thirty-two year old business man, has been dreaming a lot of sexual fantasies with his best friends daughter, sometimes even moaning her name during times of self-pleasure. Dominic was not oblivious to the flirty looks he had been receiving all night from Valentina. Being made to 'babysit' her, he couldn't wait for the fun to finally begin. The fun he demands for. [Full synopsis inside] Book #1 of The Enticing Series valentinahera©

"Ahhh what the- A all black tinted out suv comes rolling up on us He throws me in the back seat of the car. I scrambled to the other side, trying to get to the other door open. "Don't you dare ." He warns, grabbing hold of my ankle pulling me away from the door until I was in the middle of the seat. I began to fight him, as he tried to get me to stay still ." This is kidnapping." All my movements came to a halt when I feel his hands wrap around my neck "Now make one more move and I will make sure you won't be able to walk for a month ." He whispered harshly into my ear. My eyes widened at his promise.

Betty, a 22-year-old college student, gets kidnapped one night by the ruthless Mafia boss, Giovanni. At first, Betty is terrified and wants nothing more than to escape from her captor. But as she spends more time with Giovanni, she starts to see a different side to him. Giovanni, too, is surprised by his growing feelings for Betty. He never expected to fall in love with his captive, but there is something about her that draws him in. As they spend more time together, But their love is complicated by Giovanni's dangerous world. Betty knows that she should be afraid of him, but she can't help the way she feels. And Giovanni knows that he should let her go, but he can't bear the thought of losing her. As they navigate the dangers of the Mafia world and their own emotions, Betty and Giovanni must decide if their love is worth the risks. Will Giovanni change his ways for Betty, or will their love be doomed from the start?