When Kimberly's family can't afford to send her to Miami with the rest of her friends, she is forced to spend her spring break at the house of her father's friend, Julian Carter. Kimberly was not happy with the arrangement and prepared herself for a boring spring break. What she didn't expect though, was for Julian to be young, hot, and captivating. The sexual tension between the two came as a bonus. In the course of a few weeks, Julian will enlighten Kimberly and show her exactly what kinds of things happen under his roof. **WARNING: mature themes, swearing, lots of sex (as if that ever stopped anyone) Copyright © 2015 Nabi Chung. All rights reserved.

'You didn't answer my question,' he asked, holding her gaze in his hypnotic ones. 'Wh... what question?' She was surprised at her own voice, it sounded like of someone else's. She wanted to ask him--which question, there were so many he had asked her tonight. Each one threatening in their own different ways to her sanity. Brandan smiled mysteriously. Not answering her, he instead said something else, 'Don't keep staring at me like that.' His voice was soft. Suddenly, she found herself in some other world. 'W.. why?' She stammered ridiculously. His lips slightly brushed against her, she closed her eyes in anticipation, under the spell of their lips connecting. Sparking were the electricity all over her skin. ''Cause....' He took a step back from her, leaving her cold and she was too lost to do something about it--like leaping closer to him and getting engulfed in the euphoric warmth once again. ''Cause, you will fall in love with me... ' He paused as growling deeply a set of thunders boomed above the skies. Cold wind made her hair dance around. He finally finished his sentence, 'Again.' Rain poured down upon her heavily as if the entire sky was about to break down over her, She opened her eyes against the cold water to see he had lef alreadyt, leaving her to drown into his words, completely. *** They say love's blind. Maybe that's why Emma loved Brandan despite all odds, more than she loved herself but only to find that it wasn't enough. When time and fate decided to be cruel to the utmost, she found herself broken in all the ways possible. Realizing that love wasn't enough, she picked up her ruined self and found a new beginning at the end. But fate had, apparently, some unexpected plans in store. Against all odds, they were meant to face one another once again. But this time, Brandan was a changed man and so was Emma. While one was burnt from the pain, another was burnt from the guilt. And then...

Friendly, sweet, kind, mild mannered, those are all perfect descriptions of Faith Viera. Nothing ever riled her up, except for her playboy of a next door neighbor Blaze Malone. If she didn't have to deal with his loud music blasting at all hours of the night or morning, she had to endure moans and shouts of his constantly changing bed partners. The satisfaction he got from ticking her off had her holding even tighter to her emotions than usual whenever they came into contact. There was no way she wanted him to enjoy her ire. Unfortunately that becomes impossible on the day of her break up with her boyfriend of two years. Blaze finally sees past the wall she's put up to the hurting woman beneath. One vulnerable moment changes the way they see each other. The only problem is, will Blaze help heal her heart or break it beyond repair?

“Why are you so nice to me?” He finally spoke, his voice quiet and smooth. I frowned, surprised that he spoke, but more surprised at his question. I shrugged, shifting in my seat uncomfortably and said, “I’m nice to everyone; why wouldn’t I be nice to you?” He gulped, his Adams apple bobbing up and down as he did so and he ran his fingers through his sandy coloured hair. “Because I’m a Rogue.” His green eyes stared deep into mine, the colour reminding me of the forest and I found myself completely lost in them. They were unbelievably beautiful. “You’re a Rogue; not a monster,” I mumbled, feeling my cheeks heating up in embarrassment. ~*~ Cover: adorkable Published: 7/18/14

To Alix Romaro, Taivon was the man who came in every night for a single, dark ale beer. To Taivon Cantrell, Alix was the woman who looked like his deceased fiancée. Cover done by GuiltyInnocence! © All Rights Reserved. 2013.

Thrane Cantrell. He's Washington High School's brand new chemistry teacher and tech guy. Be it from the all-nighters he pulls in the school building to the gecko he never lets leave his side, Thrane Cantrell remains a mystery to not only the students but also the staff. A very temperamental, frustrating mystery. His moods are about as unpredictable as the words that come out of his mouth. Kids come out of his classroom crying, others never wanting to leave. Teachers leave his infamous Room 104 with beet red faces, some fanning themselves and the rest with veins evident on their foreheads. The arts teacher, Amara Koller, has taken notice of it all. She feels his stares on her during their faculty meetings and does her best to avoid him, like she does with most of the men in her life. Until one day, when her computer faces some unexpected problems, does she finally come face to face with the loud, brash, and demanding Thrane Cantrell. Their encounters after that aren't any more pleasant. He goes out of his way to get her attention. From blasting his music at night to walking into her classroom whenever he pleases, there is no limit to what he'll do to get what he wants. And Thrane wants her.

He was stupid. Careless. Reckless. Unorganized. All the things that Layla-Fia wanted to be. He went by his own rules. She saw him across the wild party. Her hood was pulled close to her head. Putting her face in total darkness, keeping her identity safe. It was a Halloween party, so her red cloak didn't bring to much attention to herself.A drunken teen came crashing into her and strong arms catch her before she fell. It was the boy she was studying across the room.Her mind couldn't wrap around the logic behind his quick movements."Why are you watching me?" He asked her. Not once did he try to remove his hand from her back. Her mouth went dry. Her palms grew sweaty. She didn't know what to say. This gorgeous male was speaking to her. She did the one thing she was good at. She ran. She put as much distance as she could between the boy and herself. Evil things whispered in her thoughts. Telling her turn back. All her life she ran away from fate. Until she meets the demon hunter. 18+

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)

He held her like a seashell, and listened to her heart...

A car accident changed her life. H He was her husband. She was his wife. The last six years of his memories were gone. They met four years ago. He doesn't remember. ©Copyright 2015 All Rights Reserved. Extreme Language and Adult Content. Mature Readers Only.