Emma has everything she wants. Good friends, family who loves her and the boyfriend of her dreams. She's also finally rid nemesis Bianca Smythe from her life. But life is full of twists and turns. The first is a phone call from her mother, the one who abandoned her twenty years ago. Suddenly she wants a relationship, to patch things up with the daughter she dumped. Will Emma let her in to her now happy life? The second is a chance encounter with Bianca in the school library. Their conversation will plant seeds of doubt in the only man Emma's ever loved. Could Bianca be telling the truth? And if she is, will Emma ever be able to forgive Zach? Just a note that you should probably read book 1 first - The Senator's Son

Hannah and Jake have been best friends since they were little as they were the only ones in their neighbourhood that were the same age. What happens when one day the two best friends decide to bake a pie together... surely things will get messy.

*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...

"Why don't you go back to Hell?" I spat, fury boiling in the pit of my stomach. A dry smile played on his lips. "Haven't you heard, Cupcake? The Devil has yet to enter the realms of Hell." Follow the tale of Demi Lawson and Aidan Benson as they each tear down the stone wall the other has hid behind for one too many years... One beautiful, fucked up brick at a time. • • • • • WARNING: This story contains mature language/swearing, somewhat intense scenarios, clichés here and there, and a roller coaster of emotions. You're free to enter, but do so at your own risk. ****ALSO: This story is centered around eating disorders. If you're easily triggered by such material I would advise you don't read!**** © XxJessInfinityxX 2015 {Highest Standing: #2 on Teen Fiction) {Cover by: JuneMidnight}

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

"I dance with red shoes because red is for passion, for anger, and love." -Avery. Richardson's School for Sports and the Arts, a boarding school famous for turning out the most elegant and breathtaking ballerinas ready for contracts, and vicious, strategic martial artists who often make it into the finals of any international competition. But behind the prestigious exterior and shiny plaques of honor hides a festering rivalry that boils within the students. The Trainees of the Martial Arts aspire to bring home two trophies for every award the Dancers get, and the latter equally competitive as well. Enter Avery Lim, she’s one of the famed soloists from the Dancers, and she’s just two years from graduating and making her big debut into the world’s art scene. She has a little secret, one no one should know about. For behind her make-up and costumes, she is Sentenial, one of the few top female fighters who compete in the school’s underground fighting ring. Everything’s going fine and as it should be, until Avery wins the finals of the fighting ring for the first time ever. James Loyer is sore and angry at being defeated by a girl, and losing the championship title for the first time in ages, breaking his winning streak. Smarting and vengeful, James seeks to uncover who the mysterious Sentenial really is- And get back at her, somehow. How far or how close can he get to the truth before he discovers her secret? Cover photo credits to Robert Calmes Photography.

A man moves back to the small town he used to love as a young man, and right next door to his first love. Will the spark of first love be enough to keep them together for good this time? Or will time and past relationships be the pairs undoing? Available ad_free on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07G112Q95

They say that the heat of the barrel comes from the kinetic friction between the bullet and the inside of the bore. And if handled improperly, you get one thing. A smoking gun ready to burst any second. In many ways, Aaron Joshua Russo is a smoking gun himself. Ready to go off any second, with destruction in his path and future. Coming from a wealthy family and living a perfect prestigious life in Florence, Italy- Aaron is l o n g gone when he opens himself to AJ- a side of himself he never even knew existed until he touches down all the way across the world in Brooklyn, New York. There, Aaron soon becomes a part of a world he's never even dreamed about, packing enough heat within himself to start a war. ©Copyright KeKe Biddle 2013-2014 All Rights Reserved.

"You're a what?" Devin's full lips frowned as she eyed the man that only stood 3 feet away from her. "A sex therapist. Now please fix your expression, Miss Rodriguez." His creamy baritone responded agitatedly as she shook her head from side to side. "I need therapy, sir. Not any fucking dick." She growled, attempting to make a full exit out of the office, but not before she felt his large strong hands cup her small tiny wrists. He spun her around gracefully, his head dropping down to the space between their heads as his husky Burberry cologne overtook her nostrils. "Je ne suis pas d'accord belle dame," He muttered that beautiful second language against her skin, the language of love, as he smirked. She almost practically collapsed in his arms at the sound of it and he knew that he had her. "Maybe some fucking dick is exactly what you need." ©Copyright KeKe Biddle 2014 All Rights Reserved.

He's a Prince. She's a journalist. They have a complicated relationship. More like he's into her but she hates his guts. He needs to behave. She needs to let loose. He's interested in her because she's the last girl interested in him. Both of them need to change and they might be exactly what the other needs. Or not. *Completed*