London, 1800s. The capital buzzes with anticipation. After years abroad, the young prince has returned-handsome, arrogant, and at the ripe age of twenty-two. With the royal bloodline on everyone's mind, the court demands a queen, and a dazzling debutante ball is summoned to find her. As the daughters of nobility scramble for silks, rouge, and powdered curls, one young woman stands apart. Arabella, a clever, sharp-tongued nurse from humble roots, has no dreams of tiaras or titles. But when her mother-renowned for her pastries-is summoned to bake for the palace, Arabella agrees to help, unable to let her family miss out on the generous royal coin. It was supposed to be simple. Bake. Serve. Leave. Until one accidental moment... And one entitled, self-serving prince... Throws Arabella into a scandal neither of them saw coming. In a world ruled by etiquette, wealth, and secrets, what begins as an unfortunate mishap might just set the stage not only romance- but murder, heartache and treatury.

"The Stripper and the Mob Boss" ❦ A sickness of Anastasia's sister leads her towards a huge debt. When her friend comes to her with a solution that would make her go from rags to riches, Anastasia immediately accepts even if that meant stripping. Everything was running smoothly until she was met with the scary notorious mafia leader, Valentino Romano. Valentino was a man with no emotion, but when he was met with Anastasia, he knew that he wanted the blonde gorgeous stripper---at no matter what costs. ❦ "You're not allowed to touch me. It's against Mr. Romano's rules," she said, her back towards him. Her long legs were on full display with her high black heels only making them appear longer. "You must be new. What's your name?" He chuckled out, licking his lips. Valentino grabbed her hips, turning her towards him as his eyes settled on her breasts. Slowly, his eyes trailed up to meet her eyes. "Anastasia. Who are you?" she asked, fear clear in her eyes as she stared. He smirked. "Mr. Romano. Now, open your legs."

Sample only **You can find this book on hinovel** ***************** Everything was a mistake coming to spent my break with my aunt who works at his house, looking at him, His flirtatious kinda crooked smile my heart beating fast at his sight, he cocky attitude that pissed me off as well as swoop me off my feet, but most importantly fall for the manwhore mafia and sleeping with him! ************ He leisurely walked towards me shirtless, does he really not know the affect he has on me? I tried to ignore him and pressed my things tighter under the kitchen island. He sat by my side, "good morning everyone!" He said and a series of good morning was heard. I too mumbled softly and continued eating my breakfast, I jumped when I felt a callous hand on my thigh I looked up to see Hayden being the owner who was nonchalantly talking to Jason with a smirk on his face. I tried to pry his hands off me but on a contrary his grip became tighter. His hands travelled dangerously close to my wet core, I was silently panting and biting my lips from stopping myself from moaning. "Fallon can you go get me a shirt?" Hayden asked me, I nodded and went upstairs to his room. I took out a plain red T-shirt and was about to close the when a hard body pressed me againt the wall. Hayden's sea green eyes were clouded with lust, he picked me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist, he gripped my ass and ravished my mouth like there is no tomorrow. *************** THIS BOOK CAN BE READ ALONE. YOU DON'T HAVE TO READ THE FIRST BOOK TO UNDERSTAND THIS BOOK. Disclaimer: this book has a lot of foul language, graphic, sex and violence. But the book is equally entertaining so if you don't like the above don't read it. But if you do have fun reading!!(≧▽≦) I OWN NONE OF THE PICTURES IN THE BOOK!!!

| 18+ | Completed | • • • "Did you wax that p*ssy for me? Make it nice and smooth?" • • • River Ballas has a talent for one thing: Cooking. Well two things, if you count harboring a secret fixation on someone- a talent. Vance Lawson was her secret. Her roommate's cold and asshole-ish older brother was not supposed to be in her mind as she laid in bed at night, wondering how skilled his hands really are. And he - definitely - wasn't supposed to be on her culinary school schedule listed as the teacher in room D32.

"You insulted my côck, Mia. Yes?" Heat engulfed my body, setting my blood to boil. I'd never been handled so roughly, but it turned me on more than I expected. "Answer me." He commanded softly. I pressed my thighs together, trying to relieve some of the pressure. He pulled my hair tighter, "Yes." I moaned. "Oh, you dirty little girl, you like it when I'm rough, yes? La mia innocente." "Yes!." He stepped back, slipped my robe down my shoulders and it pooled at my feet. I was almost fully naked, only the soft cotton material of my bra covering my breast. I wanted him to touch me, so bad that I was almost tempted to beg. Matter of fact, I would, without hesitation if he asked. He unbuckled his belt and slid it tantalizingly slow through the loops of his jeans, taking it off and discarding it somewhere on the floor beside him. "No one insults my côck, bambina. How are you going to apologize?"