When the dark past collides with the present, there's nowhere to run. No where to hide. Maya Vogel, understood that really quickly. Everything she lived for, lived by, and lived with turned out to be a lie. She wasn't who she thought she was. When lies after lies pile up, Maya loses hope and strength. She longs for freedom, for happiness. That's until she meets Klaus Benton. Dark, dangerous, unrelenting, and unforgiving. He fights with vengeance, he fights with a purpose. No one escapes him. No one dares. Until Maya. She wedges deep into his heart and he promises her the world. He promises her no one ever was able to give her. Love. Then why did the world come crashing down on her in a blink of an eye? Maya Vogel's knight in shining armor became her worst nightmare. Worst than the only man who was out to kill her. Her father. Maya Vogel knows one thing. There's no where to run, no where to hide. And everything is still a lie. And by the time Klaus Benton realizes what he did...it will be too late. Love isn't lost. It's put to a test. Will Klaus find his Maya and make things right before it's too late? "You are mine, Maya. Always mine. There's no one worst than me. I won't kill you. But I will hurt you. Then I'll make you forever mine." -------------- -Viewer's discretion is advised. Read at your own risk. This isn't your normal, love story. This is dark romance. This is...forbidden, unforgiving. -Contains strong depictions of violence, strong language, descriptive sexual contents, and other mature themes.

Love can be really sick and twisted. Especially when viewed from a position of religious intolerance. Especially if you're a masochist. Especially when your sadist is your childhood friend turned enemy. And especially when the masochist is the real flight risk...not the sadist.

"I want to defile you, destroy you, corrupt you in the most sinfully beautiful way. Break you until you're completely mine." "And then?" "Then I'll piece you back together, of course." He took another step in her direction, closing the distance between them. "Love can be holy." He said but the look in his eyes promised anything but. "It can be kind and gentle. It can be the flutter inside your chest when you feel someone touch you, the blush staining your cheeks when someone brushes his knuckles over them." To prove his point further, he took his knuckles and brushed them over her sharp jawline, all the way to her lightly dusted cheeks and sharp cheekbones. "However, love can also be vile. Dark and all-consuming. The kind of love that makes you want to fall to your knees and let it destroy you." He let his palm rest on her soft skin and felt the warmth she provided so carelessly travel to him. "That's all I can offer you." Nathaniel Russ is a man devoid of passion. Cold, stern, a tragedy with skin. A wreckage just seconds before the crash. A writer. He spends countless hours teaching philosophy at the local university, waiting for something to make the words crawl out of him with the same vigorous appetite they once did. And he finds it, at the most unexpected moment. Guinevere Westbrook is a woman haunted by the sins of her past. And she just happens to be the muse he had been waiting for, even though she refuses to accept it. So, he orchestrates a game meant for two. A game. That's all it was. Until it wasn't. Adult themes, proceed with caution. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

Keely Staub has grown up. At least that's what she thinks has happened. No longer a naive eighteen year old being introduced to a music industry that's equal parts grandeur and grime, she might even be considered a veteran. At just twenty six, she's lived almost too much of a life in the intervening years since she first came to New York. A great love and a great band, not to mention more than a few unsavoury addictions picked up along the way in the time honoured traditions of the rock stars before her. And she gave it all up - except the rock star part, of course. That was a different Keely Staub, a more innocent and wild one all at the same time. She's determined that person and all the things that came with her will stay in the past, and has a very clear path laid in front of her. A measured, smart, hopefully one day respected, path. The problem is the past refuses to remain the past.

This novel is an adaptation of Beauty and the Beast. Blind since birth, Elle Duncan has only ever known darkness, but lack of sight has never hindered her ability to perceive the beauty of the world. Her kind and gentle soul is put to the test when her father sustains an injury that threatens their livelihood, and in desperation, he turns to the most unlikely of saviors-the Rossetti Beast. Don Rossetti is bound for an unchanging fate. He is bad-tempered, with an equally dark and scarred countenance to match. With a heart forged of ice and a soul confined to darkness, he has surrendered to a forlorn existence. But when a peasant man arrives from the village begging for a favor, he is compelled to aid the farmer in exchange for a price-a price that Elle will be forced to pay. Cover Photo © RJ Creatives Cover Art © 2023 by RJ Creatives

"She wasn't supposed to be here. She wasn't supposed to see my name on the list of effed up teens. She was not supposed to see my faults. And she, nor anyone else in my life, was supposed to know my story." ~~~ "I never thought he would be there. Sitting beside me, leg shaking, his once flirtatious eyes were now rimmed with tears. Bad boy quarterbacks were not supposed to spend their Thursday nights at group therapy ~~~~ A popular quarterback and notorious goody-two-shoes meet at a teen mental health support group. A support group both adolescents try hard to keep a secret. Levi is the school's quarterback, he's a stereotypical quarterback, except a bit dumber and a lot richer. His peers peg him as a self-centered jerk. Except the only thing he's ever done for himself included razors and a letter. Emery is the school's notorious good girl with her never-ending straight A's , constant grin, and flawlessly planned out future. However, her flawless future does not include a PhD..it includes being less than a size zero. But it's hard to see her struggle behind all her school success. ~~~ This story is to bring awareness to the stigma and misconceptions about mental illnesses and who can and cannot have one. I'm very excited! Also, due to shorter chapters, I'll update them in pairs (possibly twice a week.) But for sure I will update either Friday around noon or Saturday mornings

Having returned to the Reinhardt home in Georgia, Ezra, Avery, and John have made the most of their summer repairing the old house and laying low, waiting for the Lost Children to answer Ezra's call. Torn by his longing to return to his family, John doesn't want anything to do with the Witches and feels a sense of duty to help Ezra in his mission to save the Necromancers. But homesickness is slowly eating away at his will and a lapse in judgement could spell disaster for them all. Ezra is terrified at the prospect of having to lead his new family and spends the time he isn't training buried deep in the books left behind in Poe's study. With the first child's arrival, events start to unfold that send the group on a perilous journey across worlds that will test the limits of their friendship and show them just what each other is made of. Will of the Witch is the sequel to Legacy of the Necromancer and follows the point of view of both Ezra and John. Highest Ranking: #31 on 2/5/18

When a strange advertisement appears on the local newspaper asking for compliant females willing to interview and connect with the minds of the worlds worst serial killers, Aria Black thinks it nothing short of an exaggeration. She applies for the job in order to spice up her monochrome lifestyle and let loose of her past. She receives the biggest shock of her life. That shock comes in the form of a man infamously known as Banshee. © bincus, 2017. recognitions: wattys shortlisted 2018. featured in mystery. #1 in mystery/thriller 2019.

Book Two in the I Am Not A Prostitute series. Warning: Mature Audiences Only!! -Strong Sexual Content -R-rated language -Adult situation #1 in Fiction on 1/10/23 #2 in Romance on 12/29/20 Book Two in the I Am Not A Prostitute series. *** Summary: "I hope you remember me. I hope you see something that reminds you of me. And I hope you smile and remember the memories we created together. And I hope your throat tightens up, and it finally hits you..." I felt a tear burning down my cheek "You never should have let me go." I slammed the phone down, my breathing was heavy, like someone was standing on my chest. I glanced outside, and stared at the rain that fell in sync with my tears. Come back to me, Sinister. *** Sinister Velkov was the leader of the Russian Mafia, after falling in love with a beautiful girl named Calla, he couldn't keep himself away. They fell in love, and got married. He thought he could protect her from the dangerous life of being a mob bosses wife. But he was wrong, no one is safe from the drugs, guns and death of organized crime. So he sent her away, hoping to keep her safe, promising to never see her again... Loving someone is a sacrifice, you give them the power to destroy you, and that's exactly what they do. Sinister Velkov was the Devil himself, but everyone knows...the Devil was once an angel. COMPLETED

MATURE!! "Do you know what a dominant and a submissive is little one?" He asked. His eyes were steady, his fingers ceased movement all together. The rain still poured around them. She managed to shake her head. He smirked the same mischievous knee wobbling smirk he wore whenever she was around. "I have the personality of a dominant, and you," he ran the pad of his thumb over her racing pulse. "You have the natural personality of submissive." Why was he telling her this? He was her employer, her boss; not some intimate lover. "Sir I don't think-" "No no little one. You're mine now." He raised his hand and tangled it in her wet hair while the other wrapped around her waist. "I have something of yours; which leads me to believe you my little one were being very naughty." Rosalinda was struggled to stand correctly. The skirt of her dress rose easier as it rubbed against his suit and the height difference between them made her tip toe. She hardly reached his shoulders; with his arms around her waist, she was forced to mold her wet body against his. "What are you talking about sir?" Rosalinda looked at him as she bit her lower lip. He lowered his head till their lips were nearly an inch apart. "I have your wet panties in my pocket."