"𝑨 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒘𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒆." - Scarlet Lane's world turns upside down when she learns that she's not human but a female demon known as a Succubus. She is sent to The Towers, a home for her kind, to meet her parents and to start her new life. The only problem is, problems are at every corner and there's a very dangerous hybrid named Dawson that seems to not be able to get her off his mind. She has to choose: will she put her own life on the line and fall in love with Dawson or will she refuse him? - This story is Mature. There's sexual scenes as Succubus and Incubus feeds through sex and blood. If these things makes you uncomfortable than I reconsider you reading this book. It's 18+, enjoy!

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 ● Alternate Ending] "I will savour every part of your body; every nook and every cranny. I will make you feel like my last meal. And I will do it with your husband in the next room." Sofia's breathing became ragged. She held the stupid cookbook to her chest like a lifesaver, but she couldn't stop her heart bashing against it. And Vaughn? His hand had somehow slipped up the hem of her dress... (Cover by @ilovepizaaaa)

Christina Black is a woman in her late twenties who transformed her entire life after a nasty divorce with her ex-husband Lucas Vera. After two years of not speaking and gaining a new job in which she works for a private agency, in which she must turn in Wanted men and women of America. Christina is given a new assignment in which she must hunt a dangerous man who is said to be responsible for money laundering, who is also said to be the owner of an escort business. Little does Christina know is that, the same man she must hunt...is also the same man she was once married too. Not only is he a wanted criminal but a dominant sex fiend who she is finding so very hard to resist.

He was carnal. He was power. His tongue held sin. His touch held lust. I was spiraling down a road I couldnt come out of. I was his. And that's all I wanted to be. ***Erotic Novel***

C O M P L E T E D In which a Puerto Rican woman with a strong exterior (and a rather weak interior) learns that her past yields no power over her, and she can learn to love the man that she just wants to fuck. ~*~ Published: 12/09/2016 Cover: _salacious

*Mature Audiences Only Please ?* There are times I wish I hadn't met Mr. Cane. I wish I hadn't developed a crush on him. I wish he hadn't picked me up that one night, when my entire life seemed to spiral. I wish I hadn't touched him. I wish I hadn't kissed him. I wish we hadn't made love... He's handsome and wealthy, and has no business messing around with a girl like me - a girl half his age. But that isn't my biggest problem. My biggest problem is that he's my dad's best friend, and I was never supposed to fall in love with him. ** Please Note: This story is only the first 11 chapters of the full-length book. The official full-length story is on Amazon.**

I began writing this at 15 and finished it at 17. It is my first novel, give me grace for that. [Warning: this book contains explicit content, crude language, drug use & abusive scenarios.] He tried everything, everything, everything to forget her. No matter how hard he fought, the memories wouldn't fade. She wasn't some dream girl, she was the dreamy one who taunted him. A blonde viper that shattered every part of him. But picking up the pieces? That's the part he never thought he'd get around to. Ace Valentino doesn't do what people expect-he's the guy who walks on the wild side just because he wants to. A brooding young man with a dark side fueled by brokenness, addiction, and bad decisions. His heart is still held hostage by his stoic, adrenaline-obsessed ex. How could he move on with that? It isn't plausible. So, he drowns the pain with alcohol and anything that numbs him. But Ace has secrets, ones he vowed to bury forever. Then, his new neighbor moves in and suddenly, something inside him stirs-something he's not ready for, and everything he's terrified of. Willow Andrews, sweet yet scarred, knows nothing but loneliness. Her guardian's abuse has built walls around her big heart. Love is a stranger to her, and she's afraid of what she doesn't understand. But something about Ace, the tortured soul next door, draws her in-despite the fear. In a world where love is something they can't quite reach, Ace and Willow collide. What could possibly come of this? Can they save each other, or will their pasts break them before they have a chance? The line between magic and misery is thinner than they think-and the change they both desperately need might just be the thing that destroys them, or... sets them free.

This is a story written by my love. One day I told him I was so stressed and sad that I couldn't sleep. I asked him to tell me happy bed time story. He wrote me this and said to me "You were my muse for it angel." He knows I'm insecure about how I look but he loves me the way I am. And this is a story about real beauty from his perspective. It has ddlg elements. (slightly, nothing +18) Enjoy.

"Pregnant," he said, the word rolling off his tongue. "Yes, Mr. Devereux, I am pregnant with your child." She cast her eyes down at her nails to avoid his intense hazel eyes. "Anyway, you don't even remember me. I just thought you should know. Goodbye." Oh, yes, he remembered this one. She had been a challenge, and when he finally stumbled into bed with her, he didn't ever want to stop his deep thrusting or the desperate movements of her hands in his hair, pulling him closer until they came together. "Olivia," he said, drawing out her name the same way he had during their passionate night. "I want my child. Give me proof it's mine so I can take this predicament off your hands." She laughed at the insensitive man. "How dare you have the nerve to call my child a predicament? There is nothing unpleasant about the blood I carry. Goodbye, Mr. Devereux, and I hope you rot in hell."