Book #1 In Dangerous Games Trilogy A blossoming relationship took the turn for the worst when Taylor was attacked by her stalker one cold dark night on her way home from class. The man she was in love with ignored her the moment he saw the jagged scar covering the side of her face through a skype call. Crushed, Taylor blocks out every single male in her life in a personal stand point. Pushing all her pain to the back of her mind, she focuses on finishing college and getting on with her life. That is until she spends the first Christmas with her roomies family after finishing college. To her surprise Archer shows up without his fiancee. To say she pays him back for his harsh treatment is an understatement. This is only a SAMPLE! Full Book is on Patreon.com/tessat

Injured, terrified, and on the run, Kisa never expected salvation to come wrapped in tattoos, scars, and steel. When she crashes-bloody and unconscious-into the garage of Slater Wylde, a brooding mechanic with a body built for sin, she wakes to more than just safety. She wakes to obsession... Slater is rough. Dangerous. Addictive. Precisely the kind of trouble she should run from, but his touch feels like protection and devotion. With Kisa's past still haunting her, she decides to lie low and enjoy a little bit of pleasure from the hands of a Wylde. There's only one problem: Slater has no intention of letting her go. Sometimes, the deadliest remedy comes with oil-stained hands and a possessive streak that burns through the soul.

"No," I whispered in pure disbelief, "You can't be Ashton, that can't be." My voice cracked making me feel weaker in his eyes. I stared at the man in front of me, waves of shock lighting through my body. This wasn't Ashton. I always knew there were two sides to him. Everyday I watched him desperately fight to keep this side of him from taking over. Scar. The name rung over and over and over again in my head, piercing my ears, making my insides scream out. "Say it!" he yelled slamming my body up against the wall behind me, my head hitting the wall more force then the rest my body, causing me to let out a pathetic cry. "Please Ashton, no you can't do this I have a family-" I yelled back, a tear sliding down my cheek. He cut me off with a dark laugh, his stone cold expression glued to my frightened one. "This is your family now, Moore Blood Mafia, welcome my sweet Amaretto."

These vampires aren't the ones told in stories. They were never born. They were created. In April of 2014, an unknown terrorists infiltrated the United States of America's pharmacy supply and replaced drugstore medicine with camouflaged toxins supply. One million people died in one day. America broke into a panic. Many refused to take drugs. Many refused to go to the hospital. The panic lasted for about a year once the boycotting lead to many more deaths and chaos against man kind in the U.S. Though it was over, the government didn't want to take the chance. A bunch of scientists created the AIV; advanced intelligence vaccine which combats against the worst of the worsts diseases. The creation was a miracle and the people roared in excitement. Yet, there was a problem. The AIV worked only for O positive people; 39% of the U.S. It was step into the right direction. The people lined up for the vaccine. The country seemed calmer, until the next morning. December of 2017, the country broke out. 39% percent of the U.S altered into beings no one knew could exist. They slaughtered innocent people....pets...neighbors...friends...and family. Soon they became the dominant race. Soon the only material on the streets was blood. There was only one name to call them. Vampires. Obie Holloway spent most of her three years sleeping roof tops and hiding in the sewers from the new blood sucking species with her possum. She lost her parents.... FINISH BIO BY CLICKING READ

It was the summer of '93, and the weather was almost hotter than the location. But then again, what could be hotter than hell? The Ninth! Some would assume that the steam which rose from the broken sidewalks in front of the brick apartment building justified the neighbor hood's nickname, the Ninth Circle of Hell. The heat wave however, had nothing to do with why people associated Messalina projects with Dante's Inferno. No, that honor went to the infestation of dealers, crack heads, boosters, and hoes. Dope boys handled their business like it was legal, and everyone learned to look the other way. If they didn't learn, then they never got the chance to look again. Life in the ninth operated by the code of the wild, predators ate and prey got eaten. The drug dealers sat on the top of chain. Boosters, strippers and hoes fell somewhere in the middle, while the crack heads and the civilians clung to the last wrung. Everyone knew their assigned roles and no one ever deviated from the script. Cleopatra James, an unremarkable thirteen year old girl, understood better than anyone, her dictated place in the procession. But that didn't mean she accepted the role she'd been given to play.

Ever since her mother's death, Adelaide Emelry has been living with her abusive father, who also happens to be the king of Soleria. Despite living in a royal palace, Adelaide didn't exactly have the easiest life. On her 18th birthday, she finds out she is to marry their enemy of 130 years, Dominic Alsvera, also known as the God of War. Will she find happiness or will her world become worse than it already is? Warning: mature content [EDITING]

COMPLETED. It was a day just like any other, until a stranger jumps into Emily's car and puts a gun to her head. She doesn't know what to do, but as she drives she begins to realize that maybe the handsome stranger beside her isn't some hardened criminal. Maybe he's a decent guy who's in over his head. Tom has no idea what he's doing. He's never hurt anyone before, but he's desperate and the attractive woman he's hijacked is his only hope to save his life. It might be the closed quarters, the stress of the situation or the chemistry between them, but as they embark on their adventure neither can keep their minds in a clean place. *** Warning: story contains graphic language, strong sexual content and some violence. 18+ only ** I am a professional author, but this novel has been edited by me and not by an editing team. I will do my absolute best to make sure that it is error free and perfect, but something may slip past me. * I hope you enjoy it and would love to hear your thoughts!

His lips were so soft against mine. Yet the kiss was rough. Before I knew it we were backing into my room and he kicked the door closed. I started unbuttoning his shirt while he pulled my dress over my head. He kissed me again before looking at me. "Are you sure you want this?" After being abused for so long, Raquel finally decides to leave her boyfriend. When she has no where to go, she calls on the only person she knows, multimillionaire Lorenzo Princiti. I can promise you the story is better than that thing up there ⬆. Plus it gets better as the story continues, so please read and vote. WARNING: THERE ARE ABUSIVE SCENES AND SEXUAL SCENES. IF EITHER OF THOSE THINGS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, DO PLEASE FIND A MORE RELAXED BOOK. TO ALL MY FREAKS, WELCOME