Christian has finally done it. Made things official. But it wouldn't really be their love story if one of their families didn't cut that budding, love filled trip short. What Alex and Christian will return to, will have these two questioning everything... like whether blood is really thicker than water. And how soon is too soon for marriage. •• Book Three (Finale) of The CEO's Trilogy *This book is unedited

Christian Ivanov and Alexander Hamilton have finally found each other. But it wouldn't be love, if every universal force imaginable wasn't hell bent on breaking these two up before their romance has even really begun. Among the lies, the family secrets, the revenge, and the addictions... will Christian and Alex have what it takes to hold it together when shit really hits the fan? Or will they fall victim to their own self-sabotage. •• Book Two of The CEO's Trilogy *This book is unedited

"Have you tried turning it off and back on again?" •• Christian Ivonov, CEO of Ivonov enterprises, had always been the best at fucking things up. Whether it be relationships, or company connections, nothing was too far out of his reach to ruin. Alexander Hamilton had always been the best at fixing things. Computers, to be exact. He wasn't sure how Christian got the impression that Alex could fix him too. •• A story in which a what should be anger management patient meets a functioning alcoholic, and they somehow manage to save each other. Book One of The CEO's Trilogy *This book is unedited

When Alistair Melek gave his life to the sea, a various degree of things changed. For starters, his love for bloodshed was exemplified. Bolder. He was drawn to the clash of a sword, blood spiling below to floorboards, like a moth drawn to a flame. And this love was damned to spread through his crew as some treacherous disease, claiming any and all who joined. But he knew this was the price he'd pay. The price for the sea itself. So when his crew completes another standard loot and pillage from a merchant ship, he allows his men a bit of fun. He liked to give them an audience, rounding up those who didn't fall victim to the blade during battle, and forcing them to beg for their lives. To prove how much they really wanted to live. Alistair had ruled the sea for some years now. Killed thousands, maybe tens of thousands. Destroyed hundreds, maybe thousands of vessels. And yet, each feeble human was all the same. There was not one man he threatened that didn't beg for their lives with all they had in them when faced with the wrong end of the sword. Each feeble human was always the same. Or so he thought. And yet, he also thought that this would be one standard job. A treat for his men after a night of good work. But this particular survivor, the one with long white hair and dead looking eyes... He wasn't a merchant. He couldn't have been. More important, there was no hesitancy when Alistair asked the fairly built man whether he wanted to live, and the man replied with a simple no.