"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."

MATURE CONTENT Made it to #3 in Love (Out of 2 million stories 😱) ON AMAZON FOR $2.99 / £2.19 OR FREE ON KINDLE UNLIMITED https://www.amazon.com/dp/B094ZJPTTG Elia Michaels' best friend, Meg, is a phone sex worker. When Meg catches a cold and can no longer take calls, Elia agrees to step in for two nights. Elia is expecting the dirty talk and gross callers, she is not expecting charming and attractive, Naoki Saito. Naoki is forced into speaking to Elia by his friends, who think he desperately needs some tension relieved. The two of them find they have a connection stronger than any phone signal. JAPANESE MALE LEAD

"I could nibble at your nose... or at your ear... or at your lips... or..." • • • It's December, and Jack Frost has just come to town. Literally. Summer is one of those people who hates winter. Not just because she was named after the opposite season, but because she hated the cold with a burning passion. But when a stunning man with silver hair, frosty blue eyes and a jovial charm walks into her coffee shop, ordering an iced caramel macchiato with extra ice, she suddenly finds it hard to hate the cold. Especially when (despite his constant cold hands) he always seems to burn her with his touch. Something seems off about him, and Summer is not mistaken. Jack Frost is known for bringing on the cold, but Summer is about to learn that he sure as hell knows how to turn on the heat, too.

So Fire, what would you like to drink?" "Fire? " She raised her eyebrows at me. I just shrugged. "Well yeah, fire with your hair and the way your dance. So Fire was only appropriate. And besides, I don't know your name." I teased. "I'll take a vodka and cranberry please." "What no name?" I asked. She let out a small laugh collecting the glass with her drink in it and taking a small sip. "I quite like staying anonymous, it's a lot more fun don't you think?" ----------- The Mortimer's have grown and for most have become young adults. But what happens when Wolf takes over for his mum and finds himself up against a fiery redhead that doesn't like to be chained? Freyah Kent was a sweet and innocent girl until she had to move from Ireland to the USA after her mother's death. She finds herself enrolled in a life she never dreamt of, doing things she never wanted to do till the day where she gets a job to bring the Mortimer down, or so in this case, Wolfgang. ********* Book three in the Mortimer series. Please read His, Hers, Ours / Guns and Roses first! This story is subject to copyright. All pictures credit go to their rightful owners. Highest rankings: #1 in romance {21/08/18} #1 in Love {21/08/18} #1 in Irish {21/08/18} COMPLETED: 01/01/19

#3 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. *** Miranda (Mel) Barone had always been a sucker for bad boys. It was until she met a Slade Kolosov who had rescued her, that she found a new definition of the term 'bad boy'. Recently moving into Chicago, Mel's world is turned upside down by the Russian Mobster. Ruling the Russian Mob in Chicago, everything is right in the world for Slade Kolosov. That is until a certain strawberry blonde took over his mind and thoughts. After rescuing her from a robbery, Slade is intrigued and drawn to her. Throw in rival gangs who are willing to do anything to take over the Underground word in Chicago, Mel's older brother who is the leader of the Italian Mafia, things would certainly get interesting. Could he convince her that loving a criminal isn't wrong and messed up as it seems? *** I bit lightly on my lower lip and approached slowly, "What are you doing?" "You didn't say if you preferred Miranda, Mel or Pepper." My jaw worked for a few moments before I finally replied, "Mel. I prefer Mel. How do you know that's my name or my car?" Slade remained silent before he responded, "I was waiting for you, Mel." My nickname rolled off his tongue sensually and I shivered involuntarily. I frowned at my reaction before pushing my hair back behind ear, "Seriously Slade. What do you want from me? Why can't you leave me be?" Slade got off my car and strode towards me before smirking down at me, "You got my attention sweetheart. I'm never going away." (CONTAINS EXPLICIT LANGUAGE, SOME VIOLENCE, AND A LITTLE SEXUAL CONTENT. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.) Highest Ranking: #9 Romance 29/11/15 (one day, I'll edit this whole story!!)

*CONTAINS SPOILERS* Edward thought Delilah was on board with only having two kids. They even discussed it-in length. So why is there suddenly a third child in their home, and why is it a dog? Meet Groot. A slavering ball of fluff. Sent to torment, she's Edward's worst nightmare. It's Karma. At its worst.

*SPOILERS AHEAD* Come watch as Edward and Delilah navigate life with a baby at Christmas for the first time!

[You can now purchase 100 Voicemails' paperback on Amazon!] After a car accident, seventeen year old Steve Carlton, goes into a coma. When he does wake up after a few months, he suffers from temporary memory loss. During this time, he starts to go through his messages and voicemails on his cellphone, trying to get a clue of who he used to be. Voicemails sent to him from a girl called Ari might have the answers to his questions. A story told through voicemails.

I am use to as being introduce as the “smart one”, or being referred as “wait you are the triplet because you don’t look like your siblings. This is actually translated in the English Dictionary as you aren't the athletic or the social one. Wait you can’t be their siblings because you are pretty...wait for it...ugly. Really I was used to being ignored and staying in the shadows of my siblings until when one person introduced me as the “unique, one of kind, triplet.” It wasn’t supposed to be love. It wasn’t supposed to turn into anything. It was just supposed to be my hormones jumping all over the place, but I realized that it’s not hormones. It’s love. This isn’t a cliché bad boy and geeky girl. This is about two black sheep’s or social outcasts if you prefer the more technical term having each other’s backs.

[Edited] "You had to be extremely low on cash to wank into a cup for it," Dani sneered, feeling like a vindictive bully in a playground. But Carlo deserved it. She felt the first sharp stab of fear that went through her heart when Carlo looked at her with thunder in his eyes. "What are you going to do now? Kill me?" she continued. Fingering the 9mm in her back pocket, she remembered that she'd never even shot the damn thing, despite her brothers' pleas to teach her. Carlo's shadow blanketed her. "Kill you?" His brow furrowed. "Do you really think that lowly of me, cara? I'm wounded." "Then what the hell do you want?" His face flashed with a look she barely recognised - pure arousal. Even when he reached out and pulled her to him, she could feel it. "I realised that the mother of my child is more of a spitfire than I thought." His lips brushed her earlobe. "Call me a pyromaniac." *cover by @bullethood*