She wasn't that drunk. So the six-foot something creature rummaging through her fridge half-naked, at eight in the morning was real. Now here's the tinsy winsy problem; She lives alone. ------------------------------------------------ Let's just say Catherine Wright wasn't having the best day. Everything just wasn't going well-right. So after a couple of sips of wine, she ended up 'praying' for some kind of distraction instead. Who knew the heavens answered prayers from drunk women. Now Damon Grace would be exactly what she asked for. And a few other things that would make her wish she never drank at all. (p.s. It wouldn't hurt to check the tags this story is on) Copyright © 2015 Liz Martinez All Rights Reserved

Charlotte sat there unmoving, tears falling down her cheeks. She could not do anything as she watched her sisters casket go down into the ground. She did not look to her older brothers for comfort, she did not look to her parents. She just sat there and sadly watched her sister and bestfriend, her twin, as she got burried in the ground. Her heart felt like there was an empty void in it, a missing-or rather-a dead piece. The sky opened up ontop of them, though non of them cared, they welcomed the rain and what it brought. For Charlotte, it meant new life. A life without her twin. Charlotte's never done anything without her sister before, but now she's going to have to. ~~ Charlotte grew up with her twin being her best friend, the one who helped her through the toughest times in her life. They had a connection that astounded people.The pain of losing someone so close, of someone who was literally like your other half, is one that no one should have to experience. But Charlotte did. Now, after her twin's death, Charlotte will not only have to live life without her twin, but learn to get close to people again. With struggles of self worth and depression, Charlotte has a hard time accepting her life as it now is. She even gains an unlikely friend but is hesitant to even let him in her life. Will this person and her family help Charlotte cope with her life as it is now? Who will save her from herself?

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

All Milira Davenport wanted was to escape from her small town and live with her uncle, Alexander. But when tragedy strikes and Alexander passes away, Milira is faced with even greater misfortune. Forced to deal with the consequences of her uncle's debt, Milira finds herself signing her life away in an attempt to repay the money her uncle owed. As Milira struggles to adjust to her new life, a life tied to Damon Carleton's, the creditor's son, Milira tries to keep her heart hardened against his robust, and arrogant charms. However, Damon refuses to make it easy for her. Will Milira be able to handle all the Betrayal, Secrets and Love coming her way? Or will she crumble under the overwhelming obstacles in her path? Credit to @midnight-disaster for helping me with this summary. *Currently being edited*

Disloyal lovers. Emotionally neglected. Stella has reached her peak of frustration and wonders if fulfillment can ever be attained. Then one losing poker match throws Stella straight onto the bed of Ethan Bradford, one of the wealthiest and most influential business executives in the country. For him, the answer to his newly prized possession is easy. He simply wanted her.

Adeline Preston may be a grade A student, but that doesn't mean she knows everything. She doesn't claim to. But she does know that she loves her parents and their never-ending support. Her best friend, Mia, is crazy in the best possible way. And volunteering has kept her from drowning in the drama that is high school. Now it's the last few weeks of summer before her senior year, and Adeline also knows she has a ticket booked for a volunteer trip to Rome. What she doesn't know is that a few guys in her grade have decided to tag along and will have her not only questioning her sanity, but also why her heart seems to be skipping an extra beat for a boy whose eyes happen to be the brightest shade of green. ©2014 ℓαℓαℓαℓαwriting *Fair warning this is my FIRST story and needs editing*

Every year a student is chosen to get a scholarship to graduate at the official Werewolf Committee. No one gets to meet or even see the high society wolves unless they are lucky enough to be born into a family of wealth, or to be chosen as a scholarship graduate. Elina Weitzel is the year's chosen scholarship graduate and she is the person who was least expected to be chosen. However even if she doesn't know it, she has the qualities the Werewolf Committee were looking for: Confidence, Academic, Athletic, Ambitious, and Compassionate. Little does she know, one of the powerful Alphas turns out to be her mate. [Highest Ranking; #1 Werewolf #1 Teen fiction] [Currently in featured section]

Chosen when a child, Lady Joselyn is trained to be a ruthless killer. She is destined to be the English king's assassin and protector. Only he and the guild master are supposed to know. It's a life and death secret that must be kept. For an assassin survival is precarious. Life is something you simply cannot take for granted because the next day is never granted. Despite her privileged upbringing, Joselyn quickly learned how to survive on her own and to never trust a soul while following the Guild without question. Upon her return to England, a murderous plot against King Cassiush is discovered. Joselyn is shocked when she finds out who the fiend is. She's even more shocked when the King proposes marriage, a lot. An assassin has never married her king before. The last one who fell in love had her tongue ripped out and was burned alive. Letting her emotions cloud her judgment, Joselynfalls for Cassius and agrees to the marriage, jeopardizing not only his life but her own. Disobeying the Guild means death. Now she must figure out how to keep them both alive and not piles of smoldering ash.

After four years and her first heartbreak, Aria never wanted to see the man she remembers as Xander ever again. But after a mix-up in hotel rooms, Aria runs into him, and he's not who she thought he was. Billionaire, Alexander Stavros has only ever been in love once. It was with a young, wild, carefree girl who captured his heart one snowy day in New York four years before. It took two weeks to fall in love with her, and an eternity to get over her. So when he see's her, surprisingly in his own bathroom, wearing his towel, he knows he can't let her go again. So he devises a plan that will give him another chance with her. But how can they last as a couple when neither of them are telling the truth about what happened, four years prior. Just when they think it's completely over, something happens that will tie them together forever.

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)