"𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝." "𝐌𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭." **** 𝙇𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙤 𝙋𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙚, A cold-blooded, sex addict. No remorse for anything he'd done. Arrogant, rude but very intelligent, simply a total Casanova. He did it with older women, mostly prostitutes. It was a strict rule of his not to fuck anyone younger than him. But, he soon enough broke that rule once someone irresistible entered his life. He was the owner of the popular strip club named 'Green Tigers' that was filled with people who wore masks on their upper faces. He ran a huge drug business with dangerous people involved in it. It was a secret that not even his brother knew. He was a man full of evil smirks, dressed up in suits, and eyes darker and colder than a late night. 𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚 𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙡, Filled with seductiveness, playfulness, and a strong sex appeal. Expelled from her previous school, she moves to Seattle, and meets people that connect her to the soulless Leonardo Pierce which instantly attracts her. He stared at her, and she stared at him. They were dying to fuck each other, but they both denied it and acted as if they hated each other. That changed when she entered a strip club, and bravely walked to the Third Floor, where the drug business was located. Pulled by the owner of the club, a mask on his face, she didn't know who he was, but he knew exactly who she was, and used the situation to his pleasure. ••••• Find out what happens in this story, by reading it... ⚠️Tw; contains smut, sexual and aggressive parts.

(Book one of the DeLuca series) SMUT WARNING 🔥🤫 ______________________________________________ "How much" he asked "I'm not a prostitute" I said and he removed the hair that was laying on my shoulder. "I didn't say you were" he whispered into my ear as his fingers drew small circles on hips. Swallowing hard I closed my eyes when he gently sucked my earlobe. "So how much" he asked after backing away. Easing off the door I turned around to meet his beautiful blue eyes. My panty was already wet just by looking at him but I wasn't going to have him turn me into a hooker the first day I choose to do this. "Okay I'll give you 2000 euros" he said and my eyes widened. I needed the money but I can't do this "I'm sorry but I'm not a prostitute" I said walking away before picking up my coat. DO NOT COPY OR TWIST MY STORY TO YOUR OWN. I PUT ALOT OF TIME AND WORK INTO MY BOOKS SO DO NOT STEAL THEM⚠️⚠️⚠️ (Book cover by _navyblueee_)

Sloan and Ollie are cooking up something steamy in the kitchen, and it's not just the food. ****** MULLIGAN SERIES: BOOK #1 A one-night stand unknowingly lands Sloan in the bed of her new culinary instructor. Ollie's convinced their hookup was no coincidence, but blackmail-a power move to overcome his well-known and strict teaching tactics. That's until he learns of her depressing past. Ollie could be the one to break what little strength Sloan has left, or he could be the one to revive it. That is, if their salty attitudes don't get in the way of a budding romance. 🔥A one-night stand, to enemies, to friends, to lovers, romance🔥 ******** 🔞 Rated R • 18+ Only 🔥 Mature Sexual Content 🖕🏻Graphic Language Copyright 2019 © - All Rights Reserved. You do not have permission to use any written material, any character likenesses, or cover art from this story. Anyone found doing so will be reported and presented a DMCA. Appropriate action will be taken.

Hip Porterman always expected he'd have the wife, the kids and the white picket fence. But that was before the Army and the PTSD, before falling in love skipped him over and left him a recovering drunk and Willing, Montana's go-to guy when somebody needed a hand. And that's exactly what Sarah Winslow needs: a hand…or at least a tow, after her car ends up in an ice-filled ditch in her last-minute attempt to escape the holidays for Mexico. How ironic that two people so committed to avoiding Christmas end up finding the true meaning of holiday cheer in each other, playing Santa one long, snowy Christmas Eve.

{18 + COMPLETE | FREE STORY w/ Paid Bonus Content • COLLEGE SPORTS ROMANCE} Wednesday Elez's father immigrated to America so he could be with her mother, and it has taught her one thing: love has no bounds. The only thing that Wednesday-or Nessa-wants is to find a love like her parents have. But she's also pretty sure she's never going to find it. She isn't the type of girl who guys fall in love with. She's the type of girl who guys think they can just fall into bed with after one too many beers. That's what college has taught her anyway. But then she meets Grayson Everett, and he's hell bent on changing her mind. Nessa can't quite figure Grayson out. As a member of the Oakland State football team, he instantly gets put on Nessa's no-way list. But then she learns that despite his hard exterior-his very hard, muscled exterior-he's a music education major with a soft spot for kids and a few heartbreaking secrets. It's only a matter of time before he starts breaking her down, too. She just hopes it isn't her heart that gets broken. **Book 3 in the Wildfire Series but can be read as a standalone**

After not seeing each other for nearly eight years, Justin and Laila are suddenly forced to spend the entire summer together. Now if that's not bad enough, Justin and Laila couldn't be more opposite from each other. At first it's plainly clear to everyone that they're just not going to get along at all. But the more Justin and Laila actually get to know each other - and when they aren't fighting over something stupid - the two slowly realize that maybe there are things in life they'll need each other to figure out. If Justin is arrogant, snarky, and just a bit too handsome for his own good, then Laila may just end up going insane. And if Laila's clever, quick-witted, and beyond pretty, then God help Justin. So the same thought on both of their minds? Is this going to be the summer of a life time or what?