A Hades/Persephone retelling. How often do you catch yourself wondering how somebody's touch would feel? How soft their hands would be as they caressed your entire form, how sweet their lips would taste when they descended down to yours, how diabolic the touch would become as the hands would drift lower and lower? Persephone often wondered the same thing. [...] She saw the nymph playfully push the satyr down on the soft grass before straddling him, the sheer fabric of her garment highlighting her graceful movements. She heard her giggling and the satyr's amused growls and her green eyes widened when she saw the satyr's hand wander underneath the nymph's skirt. Perhaps, she should have left the moment she realised what she had stumbled upon. Perhaps, she should have return to her field of lilies and picked some flowers for her mother, Demeter. Perhaps, she should have but she didn't. ❁❁❁ In which the dreadful King of the Underworld steals the daughter of Spring. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

When a young dominant female billionaire meets a soulful male grad student, sparks fly. But he's looking for love, and all she wants is to see him on his knees. Complications arise when she finds out he's a virgin, but it's too late; he's already hooked on her selfish love. ***** Sadie Collier is a bit of a control freak. Being one of the world's youngest self-made billionaires at twenty-four means, she's never had the chance to be anything else. Since sixteen, she's carefully curated every bit of her life, right down to the men she accepts into it and the role they play. However, when she meets Maxime Laurent, a twenty-two-year-old grad student, she finds herself far more intrigued by the soulful virgin far more than she knows is good for her. He's chasing love, obsessed with Keats; he wants to find his own Fanny Brawne to love and worship. Can they find a middle ground when the love Maxime is searching for is a four-letter word to Sadie? Or will they be torn apart by their versions of selfish love?

NEW Version of this book. Edits made from old version: additional scenes, changes to storyline, edited spelling, grammar and dialogue! Updates every 2 weeks. *************************************************************************************************** Dane Carter is the youngest of the Carter boys- a family famous in the werewolf world for their genetics and famous in the human world for their BDSM clubs. None of that matters to Dane though. He may be dabbling in the lifestyle and indifferent to his nature but his soul-mate sure isn't. Emery Collins knows Dane Carter is one dangerous ride. She's convinced the pretty boy jock is nothing more than he seems. So as exhilarating as test-driving him may be it's only going to end up in one place- heartbreak town. No matter how charismatic he is or how hot he gets her, she's knows she has to be careful. With only the last year of high school left, Dane's got his work cut out to show her he's worth taking a shot on even if he occasionally fumbles the ball off-pitch. After all, he's not trying to turn her bad, he's just trying to make her his good girl. **************** Werewolf aspects of this book are minor. This book contains explicit scenes and are intended for older readers. All explicit scenes depicted are with characters at 18 years old. If you have any cover designs, please send them to me as I'd love to feature them and give you a shoutout :D

Bridge de Marco thought she knew what she was getting into when she married the Bad Boy of British Rap. She knew DevBlu was just a persona, because in private he has always been her own personal Prince Charming, but she loves both sides of her brand new husband. Dev is all set to take the American Rap Scene by storm as he and Bridge plan to settle in LA after their honeymoon. But a terrible tragedy unseats all their plans, and Dev finds himself rebranding as the one thing he never wanted to be-his father's aristocratic son. Soon he and his bride are living a life they never planned, and despite the castles and courtiers, their existence is anything but a fairy tale. Can their love survive the changes that Dev's duty requires? Will Dev find his place in a world that drags him down to the worst version of himself? Or does Bridge's love have wings enough to lift him above the struggles? Meet the del Marco's like you never seen them before: no longer the reigning kings and queens.

rebound (n): second best, a person someone uses to get over another person. __________ Jenny Archer still can't quite remember the events leading up to her being Daemon Matthews' rebound. Especially when she knew he couldn't get over her best friend, Santana, who was now dating her twin. But here she was, sharing secret kisses with Port Liston's notorious player behind her best friend and her twin's back. _________ Someone's Bound to Get Hurt When Playing with Hearts It's time for Daemon's story. SEQUEL to BEST FRIENDS WITH THE PLAYER

[MATURE CONTENT] "This is so wrong," I mustered the energy to say. "We shouldn't be doi-" my words faltered as my body almost gave out, unable to bear his intoxicating assault on my neck. "You know you want me," he said, drawing his head back up so I could glare into his eyes. "Stop denying yourself." Whilst one hand stayed firm on my hip, forcing my bum into the wall, the other trailed down my side and cupped my warm heat through my leggings. I bit back a moan. His hand ventured back up and I almost let out an embarrassing whine of protest, until they were pulling my shirt up to rest over my boobs. I almost orgasmed right there at the way he was looking at my bare breasts. "Naughty girl," I just heard him mutter through my fogged mind as he took in the sight of me. He bent down until I could feel the warmth of his breath on my skin, eliciting another round of goosebumps. "It's still w-wrong," I said, but this time I could no longer suppress my moan as he took my nipple into his mouth. If it was so wrong, why did it feel so mind-numblingly right?

[MATURE CONTENT] His hands trailed lightly across my skin, tender and somewhat cautious. He gave me opportunity to pull away and refuse what he was silently promising with his inferno touches. God, if only he knew the last thing I would do would be to refuse him. "Amara," his tongue seemed to tease my name as it rolled off it, kneading and toying with each syllable. "Do you realise the strain I have to put myself under to be able to look at you without just fucking you senseless on this desk?" My throat was hoarse. I looked at the desk in question, likely in part disbelief and part desire. "But what if someone comes in?" He smirked in amusement, thumb running over my thin blouse. My body reacted immediately: nipple hardening under his touch. He looked down at me, eyes smothered in lust. "Then they'll see what it means for a woman to experience proper, all-consuming, mind-numbing pleasure."