***The wrong girl is sometimes The Right One.*** Charlotte Samuels thought she'd be stuck waiting tables at Marlow's until all her debts are paid off-in about ten thousand years or so. She definitely didn't expect a marriage proposal from the arrogant Brandon Maxfield who was blackmailed by his father to make her his wife if he didn't want his least favorite cousin to run Maxfield Industries. Charlotte's instinct was to say HELL NO! but she's stumped by a few obstacles: 1.) His old man Martin Maxfield is dear to her heart and has been recently deteriorating in health. 2.) She gets a million dollars if she stays married to Brandon for a year. 3.) She would rather like the opportunity to teach the attractive but awfully rude man a few lessons he didn't think he needed from a 'teenage gold-digger' which was his term of endearment for her on their first date-er, business meeting. So what's a girl got to do, right? Sure, she's young and a little rough around the edges but there's something her would-be husband didn't know about her yet-she's nothing like he ever expected. Thrust into the glitzy world a standard-issue Mrs. Maxfield would fit perfectly and rule with impeccable social grace, Charlotte will either have to force herself into the mold or break free of it, risking what little she has left for everything that she can gain. *** Copyright © 2014 by Nina Tippett. All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Nina Tippett. This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Images, music and videos used in the cover art and any of the multimedia content posted in this story are the sole property of their respective owners.

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.

When negotiated marriage turned out to be more than that... Just a little tiny sneak peek: Declan seemed to have trouble expressing himself. I was glad he managed to show his real feelings to me. I pulled Declan to me and wrapped my arms around his waist. He returned the hug; his breath tickled the side of my cheek, "Thea..." "I know," I breathed, "I know," I felt the wedding ring sitting on my finger. I wasn't ashamed to admit that I was falling hard for Declan. ____________ I groaned when she grind her lower part on my hard-on. She smiled when I response. "Thea, that isn't fair," "What's fair?" She retorted, kissing down my neck and I let out a satisfied groan, "Alright alright. You win, he stays!" I was going to bring it further but she pulled back and jumped away from me with a teasing smile, "What should we name him?" I glared at Thea, "Tease. Name him Tease,"