a story in which her father ain't her only daddy. ©Copyright KeKe Biddle 2017-2022 All Rights Reserved. [I sincerely apologize for the five years it's taking to complete this book ): ]

a story in which the perfect student ain't so perfect. ©Copyright KeKe Biddle 2016 All Rights Reserved.

Typical teenage romance story: A breathtakingly beautiful young woman who is constantly labeled as a social outcast, gets her life turned upside down by some weird and completely un-cliche situation. In this case, meet eighteen year old high school senior, Harmony Daniels. After spending an amazing spring break vacation far away from her hometown, she isn't pleased to come back and find out that she has now won the title of the last virgin standing in her grade. With high hopes to end her final year with a bang, Harmony makes a vow to get the most popular guy in her class of seniors to take away the most sacred thing left to her. Her virginity. Now throw in her innocent best friend, helpful older sister & the biggest nerd in town and what do you got? A typical teenage romance story. ©Copyright KeKe Biddle 2014 All Rights Reserved. |Dedication and story idea credits to one of my closest & greatest friends, the beautiful Ashley Juarez. <3 |

They say that the heat of the barrel comes from the kinetic friction between the bullet and the inside of the bore. And if handled improperly, you get one thing. A smoking gun ready to burst any second. In many ways, Aaron Joshua Russo is a smoking gun himself. Ready to go off any second, with destruction in his path and future. Coming from a wealthy family and living a perfect prestigious life in Florence, Italy- Aaron is l o n g gone when he opens himself to AJ- a side of himself he never even knew existed until he touches down all the way across the world in Brooklyn, New York. There, Aaron soon becomes a part of a world he's never even dreamed about, packing enough heat within himself to start a war. ©Copyright KeKe Biddle 2013-2014 All Rights Reserved.

Ten years ago, on Christmas Day to be exact, there was a mysterious phone call to the police reporting the homicide of a man and his teenage daughter. The problem with this being? Only one of the bodies was found. [Warning; This story contains mature scenes and language that is deemed rated R by officials. Read at your own risk.] ©Copyright KeKe Biddle 2014-2015 All Rights Reserved.

29-year-old Rikki Santana is no stranger when it comes to taking her clothes off. To her, dancing in a room filled with strangers barely dressed is nothing. But attempting to be someone's best friend after years on her own? That's where she finds her morals to become a bit twisted. I mean, after all... just within the few months of their friendship, she's already breaking the number o n e rule in girl code. Sleeping with her best friend's husband. And not only that- but she's sleeping with her boss too. A short story filled with strong explicit content. ©Copyright KeKe Biddle 2014 All Rights Reserved.

What was that saying our parents used to say back in the day? 'You can't turn a ho into a housewife', right? Well, how about a mother? As we all know, 31-year-old Rikki Santana was never a stranger to taking her clothes off in front of a crowd to make a few dollars. Shit, while we bullshittin', she wasn't a stranger to taking those same clothes off for a quickie either. And it just so happens that it was that very thing that got her so caught up that the last time we seen her... She was publicly admitting her defeat when it came to sleeping with her best friend's husband and her boss at the same time. So, I wonder just how she plans to announce that now she has a little girl and... no idea of the father. 10 part sequel to 'Between You, Him & I.' ©Copyright KeKe Biddle 2014 All Rights Reserved.

"You're a what?" Devin's full lips frowned as she eyed the man that only stood 3 feet away from her. "A sex therapist. Now please fix your expression, Miss Rodriguez." His creamy baritone responded agitatedly as she shook her head from side to side. "I need therapy, sir. Not any fucking dick." She growled, attempting to make a full exit out of the office, but not before she felt his large strong hands cup her small tiny wrists. He spun her around gracefully, his head dropping down to the space between their heads as his husky Burberry cologne overtook her nostrils. "Je ne suis pas d'accord belle dame," He muttered that beautiful second language against her skin, the language of love, as he smirked. She almost practically collapsed in his arms at the sound of it and he knew that he had her. "Maybe some fucking dick is exactly what you need." ©Copyright KeKe Biddle 2014 All Rights Reserved.