Lacuna; a blank space, a missing part. They were each other's lacuna. Olivia Astro, well known motorbike racer, is bound to a meaningless life stuck with her abusive step-dad until a certain someone breaks her free. Giovanni Santos, don of the Italian mafia, navigates being the leader of the most ruthless gang in the world and keeping his girl safe.

Damien Zara and Azriel King are an infamous couple, owners of a business worth millions, deadly to the eyes, and had a particularly strange relationship. Both of them were very... dominant, most wondering how their relationship works with two large men as themselves. They've been members to a well known BDSM club they visit often for a few years. And they see a familiar face they've studied for a while, only to know its one of their employees there. With their initial interest in her at the office, the sex club opens new thoughts and possibilities. How does this spark a third?

All it took was one moment for everything to change. One moment and three dangerous men who emanated equal parts pleasure and pain. Following her father's disappearance, Madelyn Adams takes her travels to New York in pursuit of an unlikely yet desperately needed lead. However, when she soon finds herself witness to murder, everything becomes so much more complex. A "gunshot to the head" was what she relayed to responding officers, yet after a suspiciously brief investigation, results concluded not a single trace of evidence to support the committing of any crime, let alone one as messy as the casualty Madelyn described. No blood, no fingerprints. It was almost as though it never happened. Almost. If it weren't for the lingering memory of that low voice in her ear or the caress of his gloved hands on her body, she would've thought she'd hallucinated. Taken together, that should have been the most complicated part, but it wasn't. Instead, it was the three dangerous men who covered it up and caught interest in her in the process. ____ "I don't know how long it's going to take you to realize this sweetheart, but you belong to us." He says, yanking my head back so that his intense eyes meet mine. "You're ours to fuck, ours to love, and ours to claim in any way we want, isn't that right Madelyn?" "Mmm, yes Sir." "Well it seems to me like you need a reminder." He growls into my ear, before flipping my body to face him. "Now be a good girl and spread your legs. I want to taste what a needy little mess my words have made you." ____ Theirs to Claim is a full length, reverse harem novel with material that may be difficult for some readers. This book ends on a cliffhanger and is recommended for 18+.

Daniella Lexington has always lived in the shadow of secrets. Her father's powerful pharmaceutical empire built the bracelets that protect humanity from vampires-and hid the truth of her mother's mysterious death. When Daniella is drawn into Adrian's world, a brooding immortal with ties to her past, she uncovers a chilling reality: her own blood may hold the key to changing the balance between humans and vampires forever. Haunted by betrayal, hunted by enemies, and torn between loyalty and desire, Daniella must decide who to trust before her family's legacy consumes her. In a world where love is as dangerous as blood, survival means facing the darkness within.

"What? You gonna avoid me again like you did today? Pretend I'm not here and call it a night?" Then there's Donovan. Bittersweet, underappreciated Donovan. My best friend. The only person I had known I could use as a safety cushion whenever things got tough. My punching bag, my own personal, opinionated diary. He snapped my journal shut, waving it at me. "Can you be honest for once in your life and tell me what that list is about?" "I am honest with you."I mumbled, distracted by the bruises and cuts on his hand. "What happened there?" "Don't dodge the question. If you're so honest, why didn't you tell me they were giving you a hard time?" "Because it doesn't matter." "And Mel?" I admit that the worry in his honeyed-earths had almost cracked my demeanor, leaving me feeling vulnerable enough to want to open up to him, to let him in on all the cruelty I've endured. That is until he mentioned her. He took my silence as the answer he wanted to his question. He wanted me to be the bad guy because he cared that much for her. Wanted me to take on the role of bad friend so it'd fit his story and make him secure in his feelings. "Don't touch my stuff, Donovan." I mumbled and plucked my journal out of his hands with no fight from his end. I tucked my secrets back on my bookshelf and leaned against the wall, arms crossed as I anticipated his next words. I was met with silence and a whole lot of eye judging and with that, my old nemesis, panick, set in. "Did you read it?" Gosh, I hate how fragile that came out. I need to pull myself together before I end up saying something I'd regret. "You still haven't answered my question about Mel." "Because it's insulting." I responded, balling my hands into a fist to keep from chewing on my nails. "Did you read my journal?" He scoffed. "What do you think?" ... A story that tells of the struggles of teenage life, embracing change and how to cope with society as a whole.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭. She hides behind sharp boots and brighter dresses, yellow loud enough to drown out the cracks in her heart. It almost works. Until the man her papa crossed decides to collect what he's owed. He doesn't ask. He takes. Tattooed hands. Calculated eyes. A ruler of empires built on blood. He closes the distance. She tries to keep it. But he's always liked the chase.

Lexie Monroe has spent her life surviving. Abandoned in foster care, starved of love and trust, broken by the people who were supposed to protect her. On her 18th birthday she is free. She can finally be rid of foster care and the horrors that come with it. She runs away but the world is scarier than it seems. She plans on just surviving but gets tangled up in the mafia and her life becomes more complicated. Antonio DeLuca doesn't save people. he owns them. As one of the most feared men in the city, the mafia boss never lets anyone too close. But when Lexi stumbles into his world desperate for freedom, something in him snaps. He gives her a job, a roof over her head, his protection. And in return he expects obedience. Lexie isn't ready for the way he pushes her, forces her to stand up for herself, and tests her into dangerous territory she swore she'd never enter. But the closer she gets, the more she learns about his enemies and the secrets he is keeping. When the past she has been running from collides with the man she is falling for, Lexie will have to decide. Will she run again? Or will she face her past and stay under the devils protection even if it burns her alive?

'',,Her dilated eyes were rimmed with the most potent black, her slightly opened mouth the most attractive shade of umber my eyes have ever settled upon. Hair as dark as the sea at night, facial features the most sallow yet complimenting. Who was this? Her eyes locked with mine for a moment, and I felt myself becoming bewitched in their magnetic emerald irises. She was the exact embodiment of rugged beauty,,''

Violence doesn't always leave bruises. Sometimes it leaves silence - and a debt that can't be paid. Alicia has spent her life surviving her father's cruelty and hiding in the shadows of a nightclub he owns. She never expected the mafia to come knocking... or to look straight at her. Matteo is an Italian don raised on power, secrets, and blood. When he's sent to collect an unpaid debt, he expects fear - not defiance, and certainly not a girl who refuses to look away. One debt. One reckless decision. And a secret that will change both their liver for the better... or worse? In a world where loyalty is lethal and love is a weakness, some debts demand more than money. They demand her.

{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }