Rayleen Banks is 24 years old working as an underestimated editor for an Oil company in New York City. Always being criticized by her falcon looking boss Ms. Newmort, Rayleen just can't seem to get a break. The only source of happiness comes from her blonde best friend Amy who is constantly helping her move on from her demented past. But once she becomes the personal assistant of Elliot Carter, sexy and mysterious business man by day and a sadistic Dominant by night. Rayleen still being a virgin, taps into her sexual side and becomes a part time submissive to her boss. After a questionable encounter with a fellow dominant, Rayleen confesses her darkest secrets which she has been bound to most of her life.. As love is added into the mix of BDSM, Rayleen is on the verge of losing her mind and Elliot is next to her every step of the way. Rape, murder, Arson, breakups, tears, suicide and many other tragedies begin to fill her life as she struggles to begin to love herself and her boss. But is Elliot who he says he is? Is her best friend Amy who she says she is? Everything that has been kept from her, her whole entire life is revealed in only a matter of months. And love and the will to truly forgive is put to the ultimate test, dropping the chains....of true possession, once and for all. All Rights Reserved

"You drive me fucking crazy," he says and runs his tattooed hand through his hair. He bites on his lower lip and his lip ring pops out. I back up, "stay-stay away from me." "Fuck," he says and pulls me towards him, "I can't." ~ Ranked #1 in Teen Fiction (20.07.17)

"I told you I'd find you." --- Jade lives in a world where everyone has a tattoo identical to their soulmates. Everyone has one...except for her, A crime punishable by death. Jade has always stayed out of the limelight, trying to avoid getting caught by the Authorities but when a special six-foot something sexy as hell prince waltz's into her home and whisks her away, will she be able to run away? Will she discover his secrets? Will he find out she is unmarked? --- Highest Ranking: #4 in Fantasy

She was the bad girl. He was the nerd She was his crush, he was not What happen when the two meet 13 years later, after love and betrayal and the role change. 18+ only

#1 werewolf #1 teenfiction "That night meant nothing to me Olivia." "You were just like another girl to me." He smirked, "and you KNOW how I do girls. I lure them," he took a crumpled paper in his hands and softly straightened it, "I fuck them. HARD." He tore the paper off in pieces, "and then, I throw them out of my life," he concluded, crushing the paper into a ball and throwing it with a perfect shot in the bin. I looked up at him in shock, anger and heartbreak. "You actually thought I got jealous!" He scoffed. Out of nowhere he threw me against the wall and I gasped as his arm pressed by my sides and he trapped me. "ALSO, DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME YOUR MATE AGAIN!" he growled, I breathed heavily as fear started crawling in. Tears flowed down my face. I struggled to breathe. "I NEVER wanted a mate. Especially not like you." He gave me a glare as if the mere sight of me disgusted him. "Who would want a mate like you anyways, huh? You're ugly, nerdy, clingy, way-too-innocent and being with you will DESTROY my social reputation." Listening to those words shattered my Wolf and she howled in pain. I gasped, trying to get some air but he pressed me against the wall harder. "Look at you," he chuckled, "So pathetic. You're not even able to defend yourself. Moon goddess made a mistake mating you with me. I will correct it ." "I won't reject you," he said, "oh no no. Rejection is easy. I will TORTURE you. I will sleep with other girls, I will flirt with them in front of your eyes and I will watch you and your wolf die everyday. I will break you to the limit where you won't ever be able to come back. And then, I will leave you to rot." "One last thing. Don't you DARE tell anyone that we are mates. Are we clear?" I nodded frantically, my heart clenching till where it was unbearable. He let out a dark chuckle and released me,"Good girl." I collapsed on the floor and almost passed out from the lack of air in my lungs. He just walked away & left me there to rot.

C O M P L E T E D In which a Puerto Rican woman with a strong exterior (and a rather weak interior) learns that her past yields no power over her, and she can learn to love the man that she just wants to fuck. ~*~ Published: 12/09/2016 Cover: _salacious

At the age of sixteen Lakeisha Moss was abandoned by her mother and left to fend for herself on the streets. Within days she's taken in by Ambrianna. During her stay with Ambrianna, Lakeisha is taught the difference between real women and fake women, the difference between a ho and a house wife. She's taught more than anything to ride-or-die. Angel DeAngelo was raised in the streets by neighbors rather than his own parents. With a father in jail and a mother who prostitutes, he brings the money to the table in the only way that he know hows: slanging. A notoriously feared street thug with respect from almost everyone around the hood. With money, power, and hos, he's got almost everything figured out. He's just missing one thing: a down chick. When the two encounter paths, sparks fly and everything is thrown out of proportion, as Lakeisha defies everything and anything involving, Angel. While Angel wants more than anything to explore what could be between the two of them. As a battle of wills begins, danger from another component stirs up trouble forcing the two to work together to confront it, or be killed.

"He was unstoppable; killing everything in his path, he brought infinite darkness, everywhere he went. He was blinded by darkness and evil; he couldn't see, not until the beautiful creature he was strangling, shot her eyes open as she took her last breath. The dark clouds that seem to always follow him rained hard over his warriors and him, letting all know; an Alpha's Luna; was dead." +Both the rough draft & the rewritten version included inside+ *Rough Draft Completed The rewritten version is being posted in the second section with ✓. «This book is written in 1st person POV» 100K reads | 10/30/16 Thank you so much for half a mil.

Blaze. I'm sorry. Alonza, was just starting to get accustomed to her new life in the big city called Seattle. She was almost done with her therapy. It was her last year of college. Plus, she was finally getting the hang of her job. Being a personal assistant for one of the most powerful men in Washington was anything but easy. Especially since she desperately wanted him to bend her over his desk whenever he said her name. Alonza was living, she was a changed woman. She was older and better, matured. But it all had to get messed up because Alonza just couldn't have anything her way. Her past had come to give her an unexpected visit. Alonza was going to get royally fucked by a past that was once long forgotten. Literally. Cover by @eveninglatte

He pushed her forcefully against the wall, knocking the air from her lungs. Without hesitation, her hand shot out and slapped him across the face. Her mother did not raise her to be treated in such a manner. She was a woman and he would respect her as such. Immediately, he released his hold on her. She gathered herself, smoothed her slightly crumpled blouse and proceeded to exit the room. In all his life, Alexander Castellanos had never been slapped by a woman, not even his own mother. He stood, shell-shocked, as he watched Caroline Galanis, the woman that had been on his mind for the last twenty years, walk out of his office.