Amara Jordan is used to being invisible. As one of the best housekeepers at Coral Bay Resort, she keeps her head down, does flawless work, and ignores the quiet jealousy that follows her beauty. No one knows about her voice. No one knows about her dreams. And she plans to keep it that way. Until a long-stay VIP checks into Penthouse Suite 4. He notices everything. The details. The silence. Her. Reserved. Controlled. Unreadable. The man in the penthouse requests her by name. What begins as a simple room assignment slowly turns into something far more deliberate. But behind wealth and power lies a past he does not speak about. And when attention turns into something deeper, Amara must decide: Is she stepping into a love story? Or walking into something far more dangerous?

With spending her young adult life working to pay off her debt as an escort at a private brothel, Venus has lost her zest for life. But when two men came with the intention to buy her, everything changes.

{ Completed } He thought he did the right thing by keeping his occupation a secret, but when the truth comes out, he loses the only person that ever made his heart skip a beat every time he looked at her. Could he win her back? She wanted nothing to do with him after finding out the truth. They weren't together very long, but she still felt hurt by the lies. Could she ever forgive him? ------ Published 8/02/17 Completed 1/6/19 Final Edit: 5/6/22

I froze. A man was slumped against the graffiti-covered brick wall, blood blooming across his side. His white shirt was soaked through, and there was a gun just inches from his open hand. My heart slammed against my ribs. Run, Skye. You should run. But I didn't. Instead, I dropped my bag and took a cautious step closer. His head lifted. Piercing, icy blue eyes met mine, sharp even through the haze of pain. His face was all sharp edges and shadowed scruff, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. His accent was thick and rough, like broken glass. "Leave." I shook my head slowly. "You're bleeding. Bad." "Not your concern." His voice was lethal, but he flinched hard when he tried to move. "You're gonna die out here," I whispered, kneeling beside him. My hands trembled as I pressed a napkin from my apron against his side. "I'm studying to be a nurse. Let me help." He stared at me like I was something he couldn't comprehend. A stranger. A softness he didn't trust. Then his hand, heavy and warm, clamped around my wrist-not rough, but firm. "What's your name?" he rasped. "...Skye." A beat passed. Then another. "I am Mikhail." His eyes darkened. "And you shouldn't have found me."

Meet Kennedy, a young woman whose hard work through college has finally paid off with her dream job. Little did she know, this job comes with incredible perks, some of which were never mentioned in the contract. This book does not end on a cliffhanger and is HEA. 6 chili peppers 🌶️ 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ This is an unedited First Draft! Completed 10/11/2023 -under editing

One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."