The Mafia and His Angel, a love story of a lifetime - a love story between two broken souls yet they found peace in each other. #1 in romance, with 40 Million Views and 1.3 million votes #Aylessio ONLY PREVIEW - 6 chapters! The book has been picked up by a publisher, hence the rest of the book has been taken down. (MATURE CONTENT) Cold, Ruthless, Heartless, Arrogant, Killer, unlovable. These are all the words that Russian Mafia Boss, Alessio Ivanshov goes by. He's respected and feared by all. He can't love or be loved. The Mafia life is all he knows until he finds a beaten up girl, hiding under his bed. What happens when the Mafia Boss finds love? Or is he even capable of love? Can Ayla, the broken girl melt the ice and break through the walls around Alessio's cold heart? Will their love survive? Trigger warning: Some scenes may include rape and cutting/suicide attempts. (This book is recommended to 17+. It contains mature subject and dark themes such as explicit kidnapping, murder and rape. There's also explicit sex scenes. Read at your own risk. This book is unedited so you'll find some grammatical errors) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED! This book is owned by me (Lylah James) Please follow and keep the book in your library if you want to know the release dates and where to purchase it. As of now, the book is still in the first stage of publishing. When I have more news, I will let you know.

ATTENTION READERS: THIS IS A SAMPLE of the first three chapters of this book. The book is now available in full on Amazon - Fixing You by Roya Carmen. Thank you for all the votes and wonderful feedback. A steamy NA contemporary romance set in Seattle. Librarian Kirsten Beals is bookish, serious, and a little set in her ways. Her neighbor, tech wiz Ethan Fox, is her polar opposite; charming, smooth and playful. And she absolutely cannot stand him. But when Kirsten's long-time boyfriend Logan dumps her cold, Kirsten and Ethan team up to show Logan just exactly what he'll be missing. As Ethan works to sexy-up Kirsten, he comes to see her in a completely new light, and realizes there's more to her than nerdy glasses. And as he teaches her the ways of seduction, Kirsten realizes Ethan also has a secret identity of his own, and might not quite be the arrogant immature womanizer she thought he was. Warning: this is an erotic romance and contains steamy sexual scenes. 18+ If you enjoy, please vote and comment. I would love to hear from you! :)

††The Title of the following story has been changed from "I'm Exposed" to 'The Wolfe Affair' due to editing choices†† Merina Nixeria Gavaletti was a sickly child in her early stages of life. She was the black sheep in the eyes of her mother and sister, and probably her father, because he never lifted a finger in her defense. She lived with her Grandparents and her older brother, but Merina never spent time with anybody except her family this made her shy; a wallflower. Once, she lived with her brother Carlo, Merina met her best friend Daniel when her health had declined. He helped her reinvent herself, create someone new. When she returned to London, Merina made a new life for herself, then she realized that Nikolai Wolfe watched all her actions. Fixated on her very existence. Will she surrender to his embrace?, or Will she ignore his pleas of passion? Cast Charlotte Pallister as Merina Nixeria Gavaletti (Ruslivan) David Gandy as Nikolai Wolfe

Kill or be killed, that is the law in the mafia. Omérta controls the way of life of the people that surround them, and what does she do? She kills. He kills. Perfect for each other, right? **** He chuckled tracing a finger down her neck, she closed her eyes wanting to scream, wanting to do something. "You know, I tried to keep my distance, but you got too comfortable, I saw you Claire, I saw you with, one of your little guy friends; and I realized I'd let the leash on you go too loose. You let another man get too close to when you knew you were mine. You belong to me, you belong with me." "I-I'm n-no-t a-an o-object f-f-for your u-se, Dante." She tried to calm her voice as she talked to him, but it was hopeless... **Warning: The following story is intended for a mature audience.**

Angela Matthews hires a new personal assistant. Can he keep up with her busy lifestyle? Can she keep up with his kinky one? *Also, this is under STRONG revision because I wrote this when I was younger and foolish. Now a woman I want to make it better. So thank you for sticking with me and if you're new, welcome."

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

[Edited Version ● Alternate Ending] "I will savour every part of your body; every nook and every cranny. I will make you feel like my last meal. And I will do it with your husband in the next room." Sofia's breathing became ragged. She held the stupid cookbook to her chest like a lifesaver, but she couldn't stop her heart bashing against it. And Vaughn? His hand had somehow slipped up the hem of her dress... (Cover by @ilovepizaaaa)

[Edited Version ● Alternate Ending] "Colin? I feel so awful lying to you so I have to tell you what happened..today," Frankie blurted out, nervously cracking her knuckles as she stared at her boyfriend from one side of the living room. Colin's bright blue eyes danced. "What is it, sweetheart?" "I...I bumped into my ex-husband in the elevator today." "And?" Frankie exhaled. "And we had sex. In the elevator." There was an interminable silence before Colin smiled. "We'll work through this, honey. Don't worry." "Work through this?" she spluttered in disbelief. "How? How can we, when all I want is for him to do it again? And again, and again, and again, and..." She trailed off, sighing. It pained her to see Colin's hurt expression, but then again, it pained her to know that Konstantin had made her climax in that elevator more times than Colin had in their whole relationship... *cover by @hartlings*

[Edited Version] “You ever think about letting your hair loose?” Ashton asked, his breath kissing Amor’s neck as they waltzed. “My hair’s fine,” Amor snapped in annoyance. Ashton chuckled. “That’s not what I meant.” His hands slowly hiked up the hem of her dress and her breath caught. “What are you doing?” She uneasily glanced around at the dancing couples. “Giving a new meaning to dirty dancing,” he replied quietly. And he entered her. [Cover by @zarawhite]

[Edited] "You had to be extremely low on cash to wank into a cup for it," Dani sneered, feeling like a vindictive bully in a playground. But Carlo deserved it. She felt the first sharp stab of fear that went through her heart when Carlo looked at her with thunder in his eyes. "What are you going to do now? Kill me?" she continued. Fingering the 9mm in her back pocket, she remembered that she'd never even shot the damn thing, despite her brothers' pleas to teach her. Carlo's shadow blanketed her. "Kill you?" His brow furrowed. "Do you really think that lowly of me, cara? I'm wounded." "Then what the hell do you want?" His face flashed with a look she barely recognised - pure arousal. Even when he reached out and pulled her to him, she could feel it. "I realised that the mother of my child is more of a spitfire than I thought." His lips brushed her earlobe. "Call me a pyromaniac." *cover by @bullethood*