~Highly explicit& adult themes~ "He worshipped the ground she walked on. He'll never let her leave him, he'll go to any lengths to have her by his side." Mr. Armani. 34. Billionaire, chairman of Armani Industries, In the quest for ultimate power, Nickolas forgot the one person that mattered to him, the one person he had built his throne for. Mrs. Armani. 26. Beautiful, chic and enigmatic, Vittoria was done waiting around for a husband that almost never showed up and done saving a marriage that had sunk long ago. Yet, He worshipped the ground she walked on. Divorce isn't on the table, He was going to fight for her. Yet, Only time would tell who would win. -- His hands dip lower and lower, "tell me my love," His voice was husky and thick with intention, his front pressing her back, her dress had rode up, his hands dipped inside her, "would you like me to fuck you raw tonight?" -- This is a dark romance with explicit& adult themes.

Finding your soulmate is a rare thing in a werewolf world. Those who are fortunate enough, find their significant other without much trouble. Marcus Novak, Alpha of the Blood Claw Pack has been looking for his mate for as long as he could remember to the point he is on the verge of giving up. Until one night while patrolling his territorial borders he comes across a crashed car catching up fire. When he moves closer to help the person, only to find out the injured person in the car is his werewolf mate and her unborn child. DESCRIPTION EDITED BY @MYFRIENDOFMISERY Warning: May contain sexual scenes.

MATURE Aria's POV It was the mixture of pleasure and pain that made me arch my back and let out a loud moan. I felt his hardness pressing up against my belly when he leaned in to leave a wet trail of kisses on my neck. My whole body shivered in anticipation when he kissed me. I could remember everything he could do to my body. All of the different ways he could make me come. He bit my lips hard enough for me to gasp out. I knew how wrong it was for me to want my teacher to bend me over his desk, but that's exactly what I needed. And I wasn't going to back out before I got what I wanted. Caleb's POV "I'm going to mark what's mine. I'm going to leave these here for you and everyone else to see. You're mine and mine only. You got it?" I whispered into her ear while stroking at her erect nipples. God she was beautiful. She was like a walking sin. Everything about her was driving me absolutely insane, and I couldn't get enough. I removed my fingers from her nipples and she protested with a disappointed look on her face. She's as needy as I am for her and I fucking love it. The moment she kissed me was the moment she gave herself over to me. She wasn't aware of it yet, but I was never going to let her escape from me. She was my addiction and I was enjoying every moment of her. I grabbed her ass and lifted her on to the table. She pulled me closer by my tie and pulled my mouth on her. I kissed her hard. What she whispered next made me lose all sense of control, "Fuck me, Caleb. Fuck me Mr. Cross.".

The King headed a powerful Monarchy in the secret werewolf world, and there was one certain she-wolf who was making his life difficult. Every time he turned around 'she' was there taunting him in public, challenging not only his authority- but his patience and control as well. And then she would annoyingly disappear after revealing yet another closely guarded secret, and his best tracking teams were made to look like fools. Time and time again. Which made the King furious, but it seemed to make his wolf want her- as his mate. And the Royal Alpha Wolf loved the hunt, smiled at the challenge, and was excited by this unique she-wolf. And the Royal Alpha Wolf wanted only 'her'. **Amazing Cover by Onesee, my eternal thanks! Notes======================================================= ♛ Chapter 30 is 'made private' by Wattpad, so you'll need to 1)follow me, then 2)read the story from my home page. And I just set up a 'Private Chapters' on my page, this should also work. Send me a Wattpad message if you are unable to read. ♛ Warning: this story is for mature readers only. Chapters contain adult language, sex scenes, and adult themes. ♛ This is an original story from my own imagination, any similarities to other stories is entirely coincidental- so please let me know if this appears elsewhere and I'll take action. © 2016, Olympic Wolf or representative thereof. No part of this story may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author. Well, except if you want to give a positive review- that would be ok. I own none of the images or YouTube videos, and it's been so much fun trying to match the music to the mood of the chapters. Thanks for reading! -Olympic Wolf

[COMPLETED] After one drunken Friday night, Vesper wakes up and finds herself on a bed, in a room, in an apartment that she neither owns nor recognizes. She discovers that the man who owns the place is the same man who she threw a dollar at, insulted, and slapped because she thought he was a pervert hobo who hovers around bars to make a pass at drunken girls. It turns out that "Pervert-Hobo Guy" owns three apartments, a Porsche, seven hit songs, three Grammy awards, and a broken heart paired with a damaged soul. And don't forget to add these things--a raging libido, a skilled mouth, dexterous fingers, and a certain something that may or may not have caused Vesper's eyes to go wide. ~*~*~*~*~ "Your m-mother... is... outside," Vesper mumbled breathlessly. His familiar scent wafted through her nostrils--something woodsy, something citrusy--something that screamed sex on legs. His intoxicating scent befuddled her mind and she cursed herself for being so weak. Her eyes widened at the feel of his something that's definitely not his belt buckle pressing against the small of her stomach. He wickedly grinned. "That's the point. She's outside so she can't see us." He nipped at Vesper's jaw and suckled on that sensitive spot on her neck. He moved towards her lips again and tasted her mouth from corner to corner. "Sweet. So, so, sweet," he said in between kisses. Vesper was horrified at the fact that her body was betraying her. She's a person with a very strong personality, but one touch of Andray's soft lips and she's pliant. Feeling herself losing control, she responded to his kisses with equal fervor, mouth still closed. She gasped in surprise when she felt his hands move to the middle of her legs and cupped her there. His tongue took the opportunity and delved into her mouth, his tongue dancing with hers. ~*~*~*~*~ This story is intended for mature audiences only. It contains strong language and explicit scenes. Read at your own discretion. You have been warned.

"I'm assuming you're a pirate, am I correct?" She asked. His smirk turned into a full blown smile, he merely nodded his agreement. "Ah, I see. You're probably going to rape me senselessly and maybe keep me as your torrid sex slave? And then once you grow tired me, let me guess, you'll throw me overboard?" She said defiantly, though her heart was hammering in her chest. He burst out in laughter, his deep voice melodious to her virgin ears. "I do not intend to throw you overboard. Nor do I intend to rape you. I will have you willingly." She huffed, "Willingly?" He smiled, his eyes gleaming, seductive, "Willingly." -------------------------- Jewel Hugh was rebellious. She wanted to enjoy the things that her brothers' were allowed. Rules were things that blocked off the path to adventure in her mind. And what was life without a little rule breaking? Emile Baudin wanted revenge. His small village slaughtered years ago by a band of thieves. He now sailed the seas in search of his enemy. Jewel finds herself captured and trapped in Emile's arms. And despite the wrongness of it all she can't ignore the fire he's ignited in her heart and neither can he. Highest ranking #2 (10/17/15)

Warning: Contains graphic scenes, mature language, and swearing. (Sequel to His Wicked Ways) He's a lethally cold and impassioned bastard, and she loathed him. He's the reason for her father's death. But why does her heart stutter just his mere presence? She should feel murderous, not aroused. She should feel vengeful, not blissful. Is it wrong to Fall For Her Nightmare? ...... Isaias Vitale, a Mobs most feared assassin. He's the living dead. Hunting traitors and killing without remorse. She's Angel Rose Viggorini, an Angel who became vengeful after her father's death.

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ATTENTION READERS: THIS IS A SAMPLE of the first three chapters of this book. The book is now available in full on Amazon - Fixing You by Roya Carmen. Thank you for all the votes and wonderful feedback. A steamy NA contemporary romance set in Seattle. Librarian Kirsten Beals is bookish, serious, and a little set in her ways. Her neighbor, tech wiz Ethan Fox, is her polar opposite; charming, smooth and playful. And she absolutely cannot stand him. But when Kirsten's long-time boyfriend Logan dumps her cold, Kirsten and Ethan team up to show Logan just exactly what he'll be missing. As Ethan works to sexy-up Kirsten, he comes to see her in a completely new light, and realizes there's more to her than nerdy glasses. And as he teaches her the ways of seduction, Kirsten realizes Ethan also has a secret identity of his own, and might not quite be the arrogant immature womanizer she thought he was. Warning: this is an erotic romance and contains steamy sexual scenes. 18+ If you enjoy, please vote and comment. I would love to hear from you! :)