Sie war nie die Protagonisten in ihrer eigenen Geschichte gewesen. Nicht, als die Klischee Neue ihr, dem beliebtesten Mädchen der Schule, den Freund ausspannte und dann auch noch, sie selbst die Böse in dem Spiel sein sollte, und auch nicht als sie eine Affäre mit ihren Kunstlehrer anfing und er sie dann wie ein benutztes Taschentuch wegwarf. Sie war es gewohnt, immer als Bitch gesehen zu werden, weil sie die Frechheit besaß, nie liegen zu bleiben, wenn andere Menschen ihr ein Bein stellten. Selbstbewusst, bestimmt und unverwüstlich, so sah Veronica sich. Bis jetzt, denn Croffort Hitch hatte es schon immer verstanden durch all ihre Mauern zu gelangen und ihr zu geben, was sie sich insgeheim immer gewünscht hatte: einen Mann der sie unterwirft und gleichzeitig anbetet. Einen Daddy. Croffort Hitch, hatte sie nie zu seinen Schülerinnen hingezogen gefühlt. Nicht vor Veronica und auch nicht nach ihr. Sie war von Anfang an etwas Besonderes gewesen. Erst die Antagonistin, in ihrem eigenen kleinen Highschool- Drama und später die erfolgreiche Erotik-Künstlerin, die in dem berühmt-berüchtigten Sex-Club Noir ein- und ausging. Vielleicht kam er deshalb nie wirklich von ihr los, vielleicht war es aber auch sein verletztes Ego, weil sie ihn damals verlassen hatte. Aber egal was es war: Er wollte sein einzig wahres Kitten zurückhaben und auch wenn sie es leugnete: Sie wollte auch ihren Daddy zurück.

Seit zwei Jahren arbeitet Melody bereits als Mädchen für alles, in Eijas Erotik-Club Noir und hätte niemals damit gerechnet rausgeschmissen zu werden. Doch er hat es getan. Ihr Boss hatte sie entlassen, aber das ist kein Grund aufzugeben, weder den Job noch den Mann den sie lieb. Nein, so schnell würde er sie nicht loswerden! Nur dumm das er sie schon ersetzt zu haben scheint. Er hatte sie nie eingestellt und dennoch hat es zwei Jahre gedauert, bis er sie endlich rausgeschmissen hatte. Alleine Melodys Anblick reißt ihn zurück in sein Trauma, aber Melody ist nicht bereit ihn zu verlassen. Immer noch nicht? Was muss er noch tun um dieser Frau zu beweisen, dass ihn nichts und niemand aus seiner selbst erbauten Hölle erretten kann. Er fühlt sich wohl als Fürst der Finsternis und wenn es sie es dennoch wieder versucht wird er sie mit in die Finsternis ziehen.

Nobody comes out of the vicious world of Upper East Side Manhattan unscathed. Cleopatra Renaux couldn't care less about how people reacted when she wore clothing from a collection that hasn't been released yet or when people stopped and stared in the halls, and she thought she didn't care when Nolan Belmont hit on her. Cleopatra Renaux knew a few things. She knew that she was set to inherit a billion-dollar fashion empire with her twin brother, that the false rumors spread about her came from the mouth of a snake, and she thought she would be the only one not affected by the copious amounts of money, booze, and vile people in the Upper East Side. Cleopatra Renaux was horribly wrong. book one in the complex series.

"Stop it, Dax." I wouldn't meet his eyes, I couldn't. His hot breath trailed up my neck, his soft lips ghosting over the exposed flesh. He chuckled when my back arched involuntarily, my cheeks flaring hot and pink. "It's Officer Rivera, to you." His deep voice rasped quietly in my ear. "Besides, you don't want me to stop, Princesa." "If you don't stop, I'll-" "You'll what?" He interrupted, smirking against my jawline. "Call the police?" Jane Kingsley is a Veterinary Medicine major at the University of California-Davis. If she isn't at school, she's either working or lounging around the house she shares with her best friend, Vivian Tyler. Everything in Jane's life was getting back to normal, almost boringly average. But then Officer Daxon Rivera moves in next door. Flirty, sexy, and a total asshole: Officer Rivera is everything Jane wants to stay away from. But can she? -Mature Content within- Ranked #32 in Romance [2-1-2018]

♤♤ MATURE CONTENT warning ♤♤ • • • He's charming. He's handsome, talented, charismatic. People hang on to his every word. A bachelor, stone cold businessman and a man of very few words. A whole package that's definitely way out of her league...should be out of her league yet...why does he seem to be purposely appearing before her everyday as the days go by. Why the hell did this upper echelon businessman suddenly appear inside her complex and how the absolute f*ck was he able to make the hairs on her neck rise and her legs clench whenever she just so happens to coincidentally brush past him on those fleeting days. Sophia thought she had it all figured out, that was until that fateful day. Two paths that were certainly never meant to collide had crashed into each other in the most unexpected of ways. The product of this fateful encounter? A man whose interest could border on obsession and a woman who's hellbent on ignoring and avoiding the man who is solely responsible for making her feel these weird and uncontrollable urges. ■ | ♧ |Status: ongoing | ♧ |Updates: on weekends ● (Also this is a first unedited draft so there might be errors) Lovely cover by Denise~ ■

Luna, Zed und Cole suchen jeweils ihren Platz in ihrer ungewöhnlichen Beziehung zu Dritt. Doch wenn die Welt sich gegen sie stellt und ihre Liebe erlischt, dann verschwindet auch Vertrauen und Hoffnung. 2 Kurzgeschichten. Lesen des Hauptwerkes zwingend erforderlich.

"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 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.