A deep, sexy voice answered my greeting. “Yes, Miss Scarlett. My name is Saxon Bishop Ridge, and I was requesting your services for a private dinner tomorrow night at the Santa Monica Bistro. I fear it is of the utmost importance.” “I-I, okay. My fees are two thousand for four hours, and one thousand for two hours.” I said, sighing as despair filled me once more. As I rattled off my address, I felt the hopelessness that came with being what everyone else would see as a whore.

🎆🎇 A New After Hours Romance🎆🎇 *SNEAK PEEK ONLY* Lena Rae is a stripper, one that just strips for money, not entertainment. Her life is empty and she knows she can't depend on love, because of what happened years ago. What happens when she's called to a prestigious, rich neighborhood to do a show, and encounters a dark, handsome man.... One that soon becomes infatuated with her? 🎇NOW AVAILABLE ON AMAZON.COM🎇 *https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0762B2HCX/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1506736167&sr=1-1&keywords=yvonne+bennett

Highest Ranking: #1 in Werewolf Watty's 2015 Winner: Talk of the Town 11/23/15 "Literally the best werewolf book I've ever read." -@itsroma "*rereads 10,000,000,000 times and cries every time*" -@stilessparklez "#5thtimereader *I have to vote on all the chapters this time, that's how engrossed in the book I've become*" -@Forevertail "THIS BOOK SHALL BE IN MY LIBRARY FOREVER." -@team_breezyy ________________________________________ "What do you want?" He asked. I clapped my hands together and sighed. "To go home." His face instantly fell. He walked right into that one. "Well that sucks because you aren't going anywhere, kitten." I growled lowly at the nickname and crossed my arms. "Who says?" I argued. "I just did. Now stop acting like a brat and tell me what the hell you want to eat," he said frustrated. I rolled my eyes and turned around to exit the room. "Where the hell are you going?" He yelled at me. I stopped and turned around to look at him. "I don't want to have any food prepared by you. You're hands are probably just as dirty as your mouth. Watch your language," I stated simply and exited the kitchen. ________________________________________ © All Rights Reserved 2014

[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."

[Edited Version] “You ever think about letting your hair loose?” Ashton asked, his breath kissing Amor’s neck as they waltzed. “My hair’s fine,” Amor snapped in annoyance. Ashton chuckled. “That’s not what I meant.” His hands slowly hiked up the hem of her dress and her breath caught. “What are you doing?” She uneasily glanced around at the dancing couples. “Giving a new meaning to dirty dancing,” he replied quietly. And he entered her. [Cover by @zarawhite]

[SAMPLE] Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. "I heard a scream," he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed. Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarrassment won. "Everything's fine," she muttered, trying to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out. "But you screamed." "Because I came, Reed." His bewilderment only grew. "Came where?" And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life. So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin. "I had an orgasm, Reed." She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his cock she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head - not that she was trying. Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her. She pulled her sheets away.

Who knew that there was a guy that liked to work out at midnight? A hot guy. A hot, naked guy. But above all else, who knew that Gwendolyn Wilmington of all people would be the person to see him first... and not call him out on it? After coming home from a night of partying in the middle of the night, Gwen happens to pass by the exercise room on her way up to her apartment, spotting the previously mentioned guy. But, as she goes to bed that night, she tries to erase him from her mind. She tries to forget she ever saw him in all his glory, but it is to no avail, and she can't get him out of her head! So what does she do? She goes back to take another look. *Mature content* Read only if you can handle it, plox. I don't want to be the reasoning of corrupted innocent minds.

Kat has always followed her instinct. When it told her to street fight, she dived head on. When it told her to go to university, no questions were asked. Heck, if it told her to bake cookies, she got up from what she was doing and made sure there was enough for all. But when her bosses sons walk into her office, for the first time in her life she ignores it, slapping the gorgeous men with the same label she did for every other man. But Ryder and Hunter determined to make her see that they are different, special. Will she let them into her bed and ultimately, her heart? Or will she ignore her instincts and let them slip away?

Published by Blvnp Incorporated. A sample that consists of only 5 chapters, the rest are taken down. Note that the book would not be back on Wattpad. *** #1 in Falling For A Womaniser Series The book does not have to be read in order, but it may contain some spoilers for the other books. *** Olivia Ford is the baby of the family. The Fords are the richest family in the world. All the guys she dated only wanted her for her money. Now being the age of twenty-three, Olivia has given up on love. Now working as an air stewardess, Olivia loves her job, until one particular flight.. Drake Henderson has never met someone as intriguing as Olivia. She was the first woman to ever reject his advances. Doesn't she know that he's a famous racer? Every woman would kill just to share a kiss with him. However, Drake doesn't believe in love either, not after seeing his parents's failed marriage. But what will happen when two very stubborn people clash? Sparks will definitely fly. But could both Drake and Olivia let go of their fear of love? Highest Ranking - Romance #8 on 3/10/2015

"You seem to have forgotten that you're not marrying a commoner, Alina. You're marrying the prince of all vampires, so look alive and get me some coffee." Alina Deluca lives a normal life up in the Californian north. At least that's what she makes the world believe. Locked within her hypnotising emerald eyes are horrors she could never speak of even if it killed her... secrets that border the paranormal. Erick Stayton, the Vampire Prince, is her nightmare. To her, he was no more than a cold, savage predator that lusted for her blood and took away everything she had that one traumatising night four years ago. Except she is bound to be his bride by an arranged marriage deal she can never understand Now, at twenty-one, she is to marry her nightmare in a month's time. Mustering her every strength to set things right in her awry life, she gets embroiled in an ages old feud and a struggle for power of mind-boggling proportions. Strangely enough, she finds herself connecting with Erick.