Everly Blossom is a princess, adopted into the Royal Family by the King and Queen of England. Everly doesn't remember much of her past all she knows now is tailored dresses, silverware and butlers. She has dreamt of a life of fun, laughter and joy but not when her father orders security to follow her around twenty-four seven. Forbidding her from leaving the castle, from owning a phone or choosing her own clothes. Everly is branded as untameable by the Royal Family, notable for sabotaging every security guards chance at the job. Forcing them to quit due to her erratic and uncontrollable actions. The King decides to take action, hiring an ex-SAS soldier, Grayson Fox, who served in the British Army for four years to become Everly's security guard. Grayson is tough, cold and unsympathetic. Perfect for taming the Princess into royal shape. As Everly and Grayson grow closer, spending everyday together, Grayson soon discovers the dark and sinister secrets that are hiding within the Royal Family. Everly is anything but safe. 18+

When photography student, Willow Kennedy, gets offered an internship with her college's renowned ice hockey team, The Michigan Wolverines, she anticipates three things: 1) Her twin brother being an unbearable and over-protective nightmare. 2) Her photographs not making any real impact whatsoever. 3) The team completely shutting out the curly-haired girl pointing a camera in their faces. What Willow didn't take into account, however, was the Wolverine's team captain. Rumoured NHL first draft pick, dreamboat and total game changer- Tate Wilder. With his infectious dimpled smile, sparkling green eyes and addictive personality, Tate quickly turns Willow's internship into a life-changing and eye-opening experience- one filled with love, friendship and opportunities. Willow didn't meet the Michigan Wolverines looking for love, and funnily enough neither did Tate, but love soon found them. ********* "Pretty please?" Her lip juts out in an irresistible pout and you'd almost think she was a sweet innocent flower judging by the puppy dog eyes she's flashing me. But that image is little tarnished by the hand she has dipped into my boxers. I can feel my Adams apple bob as I reply. "O-okay. Fine, you win this time." The smile I get in response is absolutely blinding. A full, mega-watt grin with teeth, crinkled eyes and blush on the apples of her cheek. I'll let her win everything if I get that fucking smile in return.