In order to go on holiday with their friends, mortal enemies Kai and Joey make a pact to be civilized with each other for the entire duration of the stay. Joey already thinks this is going to be the hardest thing she's ever had to do in her life...and then she learns that they have to share a room. Standalone in the Just One Kiss series *** When her friends decide to plan a group holiday for the summer, Joey Winters doesn't expect the one person she hates the most to be a part of the plan, and she certainly won't let being around Kai Rutherford affect her rules: never forgive, never forget, and never fall in love. Not only does she have to breathe the same air as him, she's expected to share a room - and a bed - with him too. Determined to make this work, Joey and Kai enter into a pact: they have to be civilized with each other all summer. If they don't, their friends will force them to stay in the creepy cabin included in their rental. Alone. Between passive aggressive compliments, late night arguments, and moments of confusing sincerity, Joey starts to wonder if she's had Kai wrong all along. And, just maybe, her friends will finally find out why she really hates him.

| 18+ | "𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒙. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒎." ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "You're surprisingly big for a fucking prick." I gasp, feeling full, filled to the brim with him, as I watch him bear his teeth at me in anger, his harsh emotions rolling out of him in waves. "And you're surprisingly tight for a whore." he retorts, wrapping his large hand around my throat, cutting off any response I have to his statement. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ When the cold CEO Mikhail Voronov craves the untouchable 'Seraphina', he doesn't expect her to play harder than he plays. Zyla, a stripper with flames in her veins, has secrets sharper than her claws. She plays a lethal game of want-teasing, vanishing, leaving him hard and hungry. But the more he demands her, the deeper she digs her claws in. Now he's addicted. Now she's the fire he can't escape. As their dangerous game of want escalates-private dances, masked threats, stolen nights-turns to obsession, the line between desire and destruction blurs. But when the shadows close in, who'll burn first?

{THIS BOOK IS SELF-PUBLISHED!! If you want to read a newer improved version you can read it in paperback or kindle (ku) on amazon!!} Getting stuck in the elevator with a famous hockey player was an accident, but falling in love is a choice. ***** Josie Scott was looking forward to a normal Friday evening of red wine and TV on her couch, but the building elevator had other ideas. Stuck in a tiny space with hockey star Wyatt Boone, they get to know each other to pass the time. But Josie never expected a little flirtation to turn into a steamy romance, an onslaught of paparazzi, and strangest of all: self-acceptance. [[word count: 80,000-90,000 words] Cover designed by Adam Budny {BOOK 1 OF THE FALLING SERIES} {BOOK 2-FEAR OF INTIMACY} {BOOK 3-FEAR OF LOVE}

UNEDITED VERSION When a social outcast who's harbouring secrets meets a stone-cold soccer player with an intense stare- sparks fly. The only question is whether they'll allow distance to come between them. ---------------------------- Eden Orlov has zero experience in the social department and is okay with it. She has no intentions of living life to the fullest and is quite satisfied with experiencing things through books. That all diminishes when the scowling Christian James barges into her life, demanding that she take life by the horns. They're both holding back, but little by little, their connection chews at the distance between them, bringing the two closer than ever. Eden and Christian become twisted in an adventure that she's only ever read about - falling in love. Book 2 in The James Trilogy [[word count: 120,000-125,000]] Highest Rankings: #1 in Trending #1 in College Romance

Season 2 of So I Married A Rockstar Snagging an interview with rockstar Finn Donovan is exactly the big break that aspiring journalist Tasha Harris needs. But when a blizzard traps her with the notoriously reclusive Finn in his remote hilltop home, Tasha quickly discovers that rockstar fantasies aren't all they're cracked up to be. Between Finn's trust issues that have stemmed from his rocky past, and Tash's willingness to get him to open up, it's not long until they realize their undeniable chemistry. But the longer she lives with Finn, the more Tasha realises that she'll have to choose between her feelings and her career dreams. When the snow finally melts, will their connection survive the real world?

*Being Published in 2022* ❝You can't deny that you're attracted to me, Nyx. Instead of fighting it, let's see what happens,❞ he grumbled, hands roaming my body. His thumb brushed my bottom lip. ❝Open up for me, baby.❞ -------------------------------------------------------- Nyx just can't seem to escape her eternal night, the very darkness she was named after. She tries to play her cards right, however, the outcome is a paradox. Whilst she obtains the results she wanted, it comes at the expense of some of her relationships. Angry at the world, her hatred is ravenous for none other than Beckham Hunt, captain of the ice hockey team. Beckham loathes Nyx Taylor after what she's done, that much he is certain of. Nobody boils his blood as she does and when she's hired to assist his team during championship season, he discerns that there's more to her story than meets the eye. She was always the villain in his story. But, suddenly she's the plot twist he never saw coming. Each glare and scowl and insult piles up, put under tremendous pressure by their mutual hatred. Yet, peeking through their fury clouded vision, they find the centre of their relationship blazing. Like two rival stars gravitating towards each other, Nyx and Beckham can do nothing when the law of attraction forces them to accept that passion doesn't always mean hatred, but perhaps something more. [word count: 157,189]

My continuation of "The Fear" by Natasha Preston. Does Axel actually go through with murdering Izzy? What's next?

For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...

A weekend partying at a remote cabin is just what Mackenzie needs. She can't wait to let loose with her friends. But a crazy night of fun leaves two of them dead-murdered. With no signs of a forced entry or struggle, suspicion turns to the five survivors. Someone isn't telling the truth. And Mackenzie's first mistake? Assuming the killing is over...

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN