When Ava gets offered a job as a maid at the Chastain estate it almost seems to be too good to be true. The work is easy and fair, her coworkers seem nice enough, and the best part? The owner doesn't even seem to live there. That is, until he returns. 11/30/21 ranked #1 in 'millionaire'

| Highest rank #2 in Mafia | Currently Rewriting/Editing Feb. 2020 Rebecca was finally ready to start her life. She had just graduated from college, had a great job at the hospital in the city and a gorgeous apartment that was across the hall from her best friends. Everything was falling into place. When she goes out to celebrate and ends up drunker than she ever had been before, she is saved by the handsome and extremely sexy Vincent, son to the Capo, who takes her home. What will happen when she wakes up alone the next day. Will this be the typical one night stand?

ʻʻWhat's forbidden is always the sweetest.ʼʼ This is a story where you're going to hate him. You might even hate her. The two people who are doing something very wrong in other people's eyes, but to them it's the most right thing they've ever done. He consumes her whole. He's a bastard and she hates him at times. But there's a thin line between hate and love. And she can't help herself but fall in love with him. Even if her love should never happen, even if she loves the man she should never have. He's not the man for her, she's not the woman for him. Yet they still let themselves get sucked into the depth of forbidden pleasures.

"Why, Alpha?" he had sat down right next to her when he arrived, and now she leaned closer to him so that their lips were only inches apart. He could smell the sweet scent of strawberries and cream that drove him out of his mind whenever she was near. "Why can't someone else have me. To marry. To fuck. To have a dozen babies with. If you've decided you don't want me. Why does it matter what happens to me?" She bit her lower lip slightly as she stared into his eyes. Silas was about to say something, he really believed that he was, but instead he brought his mouth crashing down against her plump, willing red lips, his tongue desperately seeking entrance to her mouth, while one hand tangled in her thick, dark hair and the other gripped her waist tightly. Giving Dahlia up, even for some imagined good, was entirely hopeless. He had spent a week pretending like he didn't need her and now that the illusion was gone and he knew he couldn't wait another moment to have her. "Dahlia, I want to fuck you right here. I need to feel every inch of you and I can't wait another moment." The warm hum of his skin against hers, which felt like pure electricity on his end, was heightened ten fold as they both gave in entirely to the bond. She lay back on her cloak, her legs parting, as she pulled him down on top of her, still fully clothed. She could feel his huge cock through his breeches and she remembered how enormous and thick it had been when she'd caught a glimpse of it before he had shifted into his wolf that night. Just the thought of him pushing his way inside her tight, virgin pussy made her throb with desire. ------ ⚠️THIS STORY HAS EXPLICIT SCENES AND MATURE CONTENT. IT IS NOT ADVISED FOR THOSE YOUNGER THAN 18⚠️

I would never admit this to anyone for as long as I lived, and I was going to hell for thinking it, but Theo Romano was hot when he was angry. It wasn't until I finished my dramatic speech did I notice he was standing a few inches from me. I could smell his intoxicating cologne, and I had to hold back every bone in my body that told me to jump him. I'd really done it now. I had pissed off the underboss, and I wasn't even officially hired yet. ***** Amelia Monet had built an empire for herself. To be fair, there was never a shortage of jobs for an assassin. Leaving quickly from a job Amelia walked past a bar that caught her eye. If she had known how much her life would change after that night would she still have walked through those doors? She still couldn't answer that question. That night became the first time she met Theo Romano, heir to the Italian Mafia, and unfortunately for Amelia it wouldn't be the last. ***** This book is considered mature. I don't want to upset anyone. This is the warning to potential triggers of murder, suicide, abuse, and adult themes.

Katerina Russo a strong and dangerous assassin, that has a name made up for herself in the streets. Valerio Ferrari the Don to the Italian mafia, known as a heartless and ruthless leader. What happens when the two collide? Will it destroy them or make them stronger?

"Take off the hoodie!" "No Jaycee! Just leave me alone!" "Tatum take it off now. He demanded She groaned and shrugged off the hoodie, Jaycee grumbled seeing she had a long sleeve on under her hoodie. "That too." He said, giving her a tone and look that left no room for argument. She sighed and took her long-sleeved shirt off as well, looking down at her feet as she covered her chest with her arms. "That's it! I'm calling him. This has gone on for too long." He growled. "No!" Tatum reached for his phone, snatching it from his hands, never looking at the phone, never realizing it was too late, Jaycee had already hit call. She just glared at Jaycee. "You promised Jaycee! that you wouldn't say anything!" She yelled. "Well I'm sorry, but I'm going to break this promise, Tatum. You need to tell him." "Jaycee, you can't tell Grey!" "Call him right now and tell him yourself Tatum or I will." His voice was low and demanding. "We're not even on good terms Jaycee, we haven't talked since he kicked me out after HE kissed me!" She cried, falling to her knees and that's when she saw Jaycee's phone screen, how it displayed an ongoing call. She was deadly silent as she shakily brought the phone to her ear. "Hello?" "What are you hiding Tatum?" His voice asked, too calm for her liking. She stayed silent and looked up at Jaycee hopefully, she gulped as he just crossed his arms over his chest. "Tell Jaycee to bring you to the house." And he hung up. "Take me to the house." She mumbled and she stood up, handing him the phone, and shrugged her long-sleeved shirt back on, holding her hoodie in her hands. To say she was petrified was an understatement.

"I've always loved you, River. Ever since we were little kids and you pushed me down on the playground because I threw rocks at that dorky fat girl. No one had ever treated me like that before. Since then, I've been kind of...obsessed." His steel gaze turned in to a dark smile again. "When you left me, River, you forced me to do things that I really didn't want to do..." He moved closer and inhaled my neck for a few seconds. Then he kissed me...well, he tried. I couldn't move my mouth but that didn't keep Brody from plunging deeply into it and exploring every crevice with his tongue. When he was satisfied he pulled away and finished his sentence with dark eyes and a sinister smile. "Now, I'm going to force you to do things that you really don't want to." He stood up and walked to the end of the bed, dragging his fingertips down my naked body the whole way. He put my shackles back on my ankles & wrists and locked them. "The paralyzing serum is going to start wearing off in about twenty minutes. Until then though, nobody is going to touch you..." He pushed a button on the side of the table. From the split between my legs, down, the table divided and split in two, opening my core and causing me to do a full split. Brody smiled while the tears rushed back with a vengeance. I've never felt this open, this susceptible, this completely...naked, in every sense. What was happening to me was the root of all nightmares. I truly believe that Brody and his evil rogue followers are demons from the darkest pits of Hell. "But they can look all they want." All the other men in the room rushed to the side of the room where they got the best view of my open center. "Why am I allowing you to move again, you ask?" He chuckled, grabbed my face, and bent down so his nose was pressed against my cheek. "When my seed explodes inside you, I want to see your back arch in pleasure." I was in Hell.

Book Two in the 'Beautiful' Trilogy. A mafia heir. A trained killer. One impossible attraction. Niccolo De Luca, the heir to the notorious criminal empire. Respected, heartless, feared by many, and untouchable by all... except her. Sierra García, carrying the burden of a tragedy. A tragedy that forged her into a weapon, and nothing will stop her. Her mission is clear, her resolve unshakable. Brutally trained for only one purpose: destroy the De Luca family. Niccolo and Sierra are about to learn that in New York, love and revenge don't play by the rules. ******************************************* WARNING: MATURE CONTENT (R18+) ****************************************** Rankings: #1 under #darkromance (14/11/2020) #1 under #shooting (05/03/2020) #2 under #attraction (21/05/2020) #1 under #attraction (22/05/2020) #1 under #tragedy (22/05/2020)

Every King needs a Queen. Kingston is daring, dark, and chaotic. The cold leader of the Gang of Wolves has gotten himself into hot water. Seeking retribution for prior offenses, he's taken the daughter of the President of the Royal Suns MC. Serafina is no fool. She's been around bikers all her life. She knows the only safe bet is herself. Her captor though, might just be her saving grace. Sometimes the devil isn't always who you think. Lies. Betrayal. Enemies. Passion. Find out what happens when two wolves collide. ** This story is a Dark Romance. If you want a fairy tale, read Cinderella. Yes, this book has a HEA, but there are a lot of bumps and bruises along the way. This book is real and sometimes raw. If you have triggers, expect some of them to be pulled**