𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰.

In the shadow of the mountains, Sofì meets Davide a man whose rough hands, dark eyes, and possessive touch leave her trembling . "I own you," he growls, voice low and rough, eyes dark with intent. "Not him. Me."Between stolen glances, fiery arguments, and moments of raw passion, she's drawn to him in ways she doesn't fully understand-but every time he looks at her, Sofì feels both fear and exhilaration.

𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐓: A determined model who has lost her way in the world makes her way back home as she receives devastating news. Deciding that this town was just the direction she needed, she extends her stay home indefinitely and makes her way around her set new life. /solivagant/ (adj.) wandering alone

𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 "𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆" 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔. "𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕" "𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚'𝒔" 𝑰 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆, 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒚. "𝑹𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚" 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞🥇 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭🥇 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 🥇 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚 🥇 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 🥇 𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 🥈 𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞🥉

Adrianna's life has taken an unexpected turn. After leaving her old life behind, she's forced to move in with her best friend's brother, Erek-a man as brilliant as he is infuriating. Living in a small loft together, every glance, every touch, and every shared moment blurs the line between irritation and desire. Erek is impossible to ignore. His intensity, his focus on music, and the way he notices every detail of her-every tattoo, every curve-pulls Adrianna in, even when she tries to resist. Late nights, quiet mornings, and moments of vulnerability reveal a connection neither of them expected, but some boundaries are not meant to be tested. In a world where past mistakes, personal struggles, and simmering tension collide, Adrianna and Erek must decide: can they risk it all for a desire that refuses to be denied?

The first time I saw her and met her, it wasn't what I had imagined. Her beauty was angelic, her voice was soft and low, and her eyes-her eyes as big as the sun....filled with so much innocence. The moment my fingers flipped through the pages of her book something dark inside of me woke up, the need to claim her and break her all together. Known as one of best selling authors, writes the kind of stories that make people's skin crawl. Filled with her dark fantasies, sinful acts, the need to be let loose, strips the desire down to her deepest internal feelings. No one would ever guess a woman like Lucille jones, could think such vile things and turn it into art. - Love doesn't have to be delicate to be real; it can be docile like a lamb or submissive like its predator. #1 - Author

"𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢'𝐦𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐲𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚"

Nikolai sat on the edge of the bed like a shadow carved out of ice and fire. His dress shirt was unbuttoned, sleeves rolled to his elbows, revealing forearms inked in thick black and scars I didn't recognize. His tie hung loose around his neck. One hand held a crystal tumbler of vodka, the other draped across his thigh, fingers lazily tapping. His hair was a little messy-like he'd been pacing, or running his hand through it for the last hour. But his eyes... They were clear. Sharp. Hungry. Focused on me. My mouth opened, but nothing came out. I stood in the doorway, barefoot and flushed from the night, heart climbing up my throat. He didn't speak right away. Just looked me over like he was taking inventory of what was his. Then he spoke-in Russian, slow and deliberate: "Иди сюда котёнок." "Come here kitten" The air turned thick. Almost electric. I didn't move. My muscles locked, my mind racing. I could feel the alcohol slipping from my system, replaced by something sharper. Colder. Power. His power. I swallowed hard. "Nikolai..." He took a slow sip of vodka, never breaking eye contact. Then leaned forward slightly, voice low but lethal. "Don't make me have to come get you, котёнок." "Kitten"

I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.

Asia-Naye here, I was the best in the game-slick, untouchable, and raking in cash from sweet-talking rich men over the phone and when it calls for, in person. Then one slip-up put me on the FBI's radar. Now I have a problem: work with them or kiss my freedom goodbye. Their terms? Pretend that I'm engaged to their top agent, Special Agent Kuran Minks, while he tries to protect me, I try to keep myself out of trouble. But by the looks of it, I bet he'll write me letters when I'm in prison. (From Minks, With Love) written by Dainiel Douglas/Prezii/Theebookgirly