"I promise-I don't care how hard it's gonna be or how long it takes because when it's my time, when I'm up and it's my turn to fly, I'm taking you to the sky with me, I can't do it without you," They never expected it to happen this way. It seemed like fate had a hand in pulling the two together, and once they felt each other's hand, they didn't want to let go.

A promise. It seems like the simplest thing in the world to keep. But so often, they're broken, empty and hollow. They seem like the easiest thing in the world to believe, but after the words are left out to bleed, after they leave you waiting and wanting, after all the emptiness and hollow words-how are you going to believe the one who actually say what they mean?

"You could tell me you love me a million times over, but them words don't hold no weight in my heart till you show me. Show me you love me, and you can have all of me." cover by: @britxcvi

nir·va·na a state of perfect happiness; an ideal or idyllic place. where we see what happens when an emptiness that one thought could never be filled is overflowing. when two lost souls find each other. where a broken record plays a perfect harmony. when after years of searching, you find nirvana.

Warning: CG has been published. The last ten chapters of this book have been taken down due to copyright reasons. When the future Alpha, a major player rejected her for the Queen B, Genesis and her two best friends came up with a plan to give the arrogant future alpha the taste his own medicine. What happens when your plan works too well? What happens when you attract not only the arrogant alpha but also a powerful creature that won't take no for an answer? "Now my sunshine, we're all alone," he utters with some satisfaction. His hair is mussed up sexily. His skin is a bit flushed from all the running he just did. Oh goddess, he's still the sexiest man I've ever laid my eyes on. "What are you planning to do to me?" I ask him warily. His eyes rake up and down my body as if he can see through my clothing. "What do you think I would do to you, sunshine?" he sounds amused, almost indulgent. His lips curl up into a feral smile. His silver-gray eyes flashed with anger and hunger and desperation. It sets my pulse racing. He's not really amused. I can tell. "Maybe I'm tired of waiting. Maybe I'm tired of chasing after you. Maybe it's time for me to catch you, Genesis." Cuddly bunnies and fuzzy slippers!!! I don't know about this. Do I want to get caught?

Melissa Crawford thinks she's just a regular teenage girl. She goes to school. She has friends, boy problems, homework...you know, the typical teenage angst. But she couldn't be more wrong, for Melissa Crawford is not a mortal. Her adoptive mortal mother refused to give her up and hired a witch to erase the enchanting Faery child's memory, not realizing that things aren't that simple. You see, when she was a little girl, Melissa promised herself forever to her Leannan Sidhe (mate), a Fae Prince, and a promise to Fae is sacred. When the Fae Prince comes back to claim what's his, nothing will get in his way. "Mortals are so arrogant. So utterly narcissistic to think that they are the only intelligence in this world, to believe their realm is the only realm, their way is the only way. "Many of you believe us fairies only exist in little kids' fairy tales. We are so much more than that. We exist, living in the Realm just a blink away from yours. A few wrong turns in the park or the forest and you're there. We sometimes walk among you, and you're not even aware of it. Believe me, we exist. Across the globe, your kind calls us and our realm by different names...but as William Shakespeare once said- a rose by any other name..."

MATURE CONTENT A short, hot Italian romance. Illaria has a one-night-stand with a man she knows is dangerous. Her best friend warned her about sleeping with the mafia, only do it once. No attachments. What Illaria doesn't realise is that Lucca has no intention of letting her go, she has no idea just how much of an effect she had on him. The second Mafia Don Lucca Vilenzo lays eyes on Illaria, he wants her. She's too sweet for his world and he knows he is selfish by dragging her into it, but he doesn't care. Lucca knows he's going to have her. It's just a shame she doesn't realise it yet.

The Marquess and The Rose The Marquess... Dominic McAllister, The Marquess of Grisham is a tall, dark and handsome bachelor. He is a hedonistic rake in his own right and he prefers to stay that way. The Rose... Emilia Westham the tons petite wallflower, a meek, young beauty that has not yet blossomed. When Dominic finds Emilia injured on his boat, he nurses her back to health and events take place that go beyond his control. It awakens a passionate encounter that shakes them both to their core. His tender caresses and stolen kisses turn the petite wallflower into a sensual, beautiful rose that blossoms under his touch. One he plucks and keeps for himself. **** WARNING: THIS STORY IS OF MATURE NATURE THAT CONTAINS FOUL LANGUAGE, STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS FOR ADULT READERS... **** EXTREME GRAMMATICAL ERRORS INCLUDED BE WARNED

[Edited Version] "We only read erotica," Fiona said with a straight face. "Come again?" I asked, clutching my copy of Jane Eyre to my chest. I suddenly felt like a girl who'd come to a fancy-dress party dressed as herself. "Oh, come on, Janelle," Fiona smiled, pulling my hand and leading me into the room. The light in the library was dimmed to a dull glow, and then I heard a man's voice reading: "I entered her from behind, squeezing the taut skin of her buttocks and driving myself even deeper, until..." Somewhere in the dark, I heard moans of pleasure and the unmistakable yowl of a climax... [Cover by @headfullofstars]

*This is a FREE book with PAID exclusive chapters* [The Dad I'd Like to F*ck] "You should be careful," Devin said calmly, bending over to scoop Rory into his arms. "This bathtub can get incredibly slippery." "So I noticed," she said dryly. Mortified, she noticed how erect her nipples were. They stabbed the air like tiny knives of arousal and she was positive that Devin had noticed. "I think I can walk now," she said quickly. To her relief, he set her on the ground and reached for her towel. "This is the second time I'm rescuing you," he said, in that quiet way Rory was beginning to recognise as his annoyed tone. "Let's not make it a habit." Rory tightened the towel around herself, wincing from the motion. "I slipped in the tub. Hardly a rescue." A dirty look crossed his face. "I haven't had sex in two years, Rory. Consider yourself rescued..." He turned to leave "...from me." She was speechless. For starters, this had been the longest conversation she'd ever had with Devin Shaw and, secondly, she was positive that he wasn't as crazy as he let everyone believe he was...