***DISCONTINUED*** OLD BOOK. READ NEWER ONES. "Bentley... I'm sorry... I didn't mean it that way.." i softly say, sighing. "no, don't give me that bullshit... you fucking think of me as a fucking prick, and you know what... you're getting punished" He shouted in a stern voice. I looked up at his tall self, compared to me. I was a size of a child.. He grabbed me by my wrists and directed me to his bedroom, The spankings, the hickeys, everything that happened between us, I can't forget. -----------------------

Family - the most important thing in the world, right? If it's your own, maybe. But if it's the family of the incredibly powerful, incredibly alluring businessman with whom you've been conducting a secret office affair, and they don't yet know about the affair, things are a little bit different. Life is about to get real for Lilly Linton. All those stolen moments behind closed doors, those secret kisses and whispered words are about to catch up with her. As she and her boss, business-magnate Rikkard Ambrose, travel north to his parents' palatial estate, she is about to discover whether she has the strength to step out of the shadows and change her fate forever. Volume four of the award-winning "Storm and Silence" series.

Shakayla left for one reason but that one reason could make them or break them now that they have united again.

Every morning he dropped off his children, I could feel my palms getting clammy. He made my lady bits tingle. I had a thing for Mackenzie and Jaxon's dad. Maybe this was simply my "daddy-issues" making an appearance, as my father abandoned me when I was only three. Or maybe I was just a horny young girl. Who knows. His arms in those flannel shirts and the way his pants perfectly hugged his ass forced my eyes to stay locked on him until he left the building. Even after he left I couldn't help but think about him. You could consider this stalking and a little crazy, however, I deemed it fair game since he was recently divorced.

"I'm a stripper, not a prostitute." I say as he slowly pushes me against the wall. "Not much of a difference now a days." He says, raising an eyebrow. "You bastard. I don't even know why I wasted my time with you." I say through grit teeth. "Cause you can't deny a good fuck and lucky for you I can't either. Keep the fucking money or I'm going to take you on the wall and not care who walks in." He challenges. "Even your wife?" I ask quietly. "Even my wife. Now what do you say?" He finalizes. I inhale deeply and narrow my gaze on him. "I swear to God, I loathe you." I murmur. He smirks, "Feelings are mutual." He says grinning and I crash my lips onto mine. Coming in August 2013

He let out a slight shrug, "Putting you to death was not what I was pointing towards. After all, it is merely the mouth that talks." I shivered, as I blinked naïvely, "Humph! A-And are there methods to silence this alone?" I huffed. He snapped his arrogant, coldly-heated gaze in my direction, and my insides clenched, as I noticed his deep, powerful ocean orbs snap down to my... lips. He then snapped his gaze away, fixing his right wrist watch as his deep, authoritative voice came: "Many, trust me." ~~~~~~~~ Fate has a weird hobby of slamming us right in the face about things we so took for granted. My name is Charlotte Thorne. Never claimed to be special, never cared about that. I grew up behind the pages of my books and in the different worlds of my love and romance novels. The world, as I knew it, consisted of my humble yet happy family, my studies, hobbies, friends and a potential perfect love story I was supposed to live. Now what happens when the world, as I knew it, turns out to be mostly a lie I've lived in for a long time? I conclude a simple golden rule: Love is pure, illogical crap. And so, long story short: with my nëw rules, a strict vow, a new family, fresh job, and on top of all those, a cold and arrogant Rickard Ellington Conway as my employer, guess I have a whole lot to deal with in this fresh new world of mine ─which'll get rather interesting... Book I of the Charlotte's Story Series. Trigger Warning: This story may contain scenes/content of violence, vulgar language, etc. that might be triggering to some audience. Genres: Romance • Drama • Action • Thriller ©️ 2016 Athenas

Many had come to help. Some had gone to take to the trees and town in search of her. I, powerless and in pain, stayed on the stoop of my steps, my mind left to wander. I could hear little footsteps before a warm present sat next to me. "Why would they take her?" I looked away from Jess. I had no real answers to give...

Excerpt From Book: Fuck! Its been three days and Cat hasn't called me yet. I know she feels what I'm feeling. I can't stop thinking about her. She captivates my sleeping and waking. I want to see her, talk to her freely, go on dates with her, be free to express my feelings to her. I would also love to bend her over a table and fuck her till we both collapse with exhaustion. Explore her both with hand and tongue. As she cums for me. Shit I'm horny. As my cock twitches, I grab it tempted to jerk of right there. Picturing her riding me as I grip her hair, has my cock growing harder by the second. Fuck. I need her. The things I will do to her when she submits.I smile to myself, thinking how good she must taste. Dammit I need to relax. I need a cold shower. """""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" Catherine Lewis: Hot Headed Stubborn Anthony Swatski: Determined Alpha Male Follow their journey of awareness,passion and maybe finding a love so complete it seems unreal. Will she let him in, will he crack her. ==================================================================================== *Feel free to comment and vote. Enjoy!!

CAUTION MATURE CONTENT: 18 years or older advised Travis kissed his way down her stomach and pulled both or her hands into one of his when she tried to cover her stomach. We all have scars sweetpea. It makes us who we are and shows everyone else that we have conquered a trying time in our lives. He made his way down until he came to her slick folds and buried his face into her. Her back arched off the table as she felt an almost painful yet delicious sensation come over her.

"leave your fears behind, and come dance where all the naughty souls thrive" Now, this is my very first time writing smut, so I have no clue how good I am at it and for all I know, this could all just be a huge waste of time. I apologize in advance for that. But other than me declaring my lack of skill in writing, I hope you enjoy!:) ~Deuces☆