Ezron Stone is the definition of a man with a haunting soul and cold heart. Never trusting anyone. Not even himself.Being one of the strongest personality among the cruel world has given him the title of devil but no one knows how broken he is from inside. But as said there is always light after darkness and that light in Ezron's life comes in the form of Lia Matthews a girl with bright smiles and strong heart having her own little bookshop in the big city of New York. But no one knows that behind those shining eyes and bright smiles hides painful memories. But when they are put into an unwilling agreement, their fate entwines.

I was infatuated with her. Her soft skin, that needed my touch. Her body, that needed by hold. And her heart, that needed to be with mine. Lucifer.

"You're my Angel." #1 in STUTTER #1 in HOT #1 in MENTAL HEALTH #1 in LONDON

Ingrid Rodríguez A 20-year-old girl who knows almost to nothing of the outside world. Her strict parents made her see what they wanted her to see. They wanted her away from the outside world so much that they put her in online school throughout her entire life. She was too timid and shy to talk back to anyone, which led to years of people walking over her. Her older sister is one of the main ones. Her aging grandmother is the only person who understands what she's going through and desperately wants to take her away from it all. Tristian Locke A 25-year-old tattoo artist who believes his heart is broken beyond repair. His mother, who has experienced painful trauma is now in a state of shock. His father, who is a lawyer, wants his son to get out of the phase he is in so he can have a "real" profession... so it seems. Tristian, in his mind, has disowned his father for the many things he's done behind his mother's back as well as his constant attempts to lure him back into the old ways of their family history involving the Irish Mob. On the outside, Tristian is calm and subtle, but on the inside, he has pent-up anger that he only releases accidentally or while training in the gym. His mother, alone, is the very reason he hasn't completely broken yet and is the source of all his inspiration. Tristian no longer believes in love. His father being the worst example of what love should be, is painted into his mind. He stays away from relationships and women as he wants nothing to do with them until she walked into his shop. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ " He tattooed his name on my heart " WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT AND EXPLICIT LANGUAGE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. #95 in Romance - 12/06/17

DISCONTINUED "I will ravish you, Genevieve. I will taint your body. Are you prepared for that?" "Yes." • • • They know they can't be together, yet they fight for an eternal love. She knows that he's bad He knows that she's good But does that really matter when it comes to love? Of course it does, because sometimes love ruins everything. And other times it conquers all.

"Dance with me." I looked at Giovanni and his blue eyes stared at me with amazement and compassion. Something no other man ever did before. "I have not danced in a long time Isabel." He smirked as he laid back on the couch and stared at me. My favorite song was playing, and I could not help but to pull him up as I begged. "Please?" That soft plead made him weak. Nothing ever made him weak. He never danced before. This tall, buff, muscular man danced with me and held my tiny self against his strong frame as if I was everything in the world to him. He danced...... Or he tried to dance for me. I giggled as I ran my fingers through his hair as he looked nervous. "Isabel. I must tell you something." He whispered against my lips. Giovanni Fiorelli Mafia Lord. Cold. Ruthless. Deadly. Unwilling to care or love. When a meeting has gone bad, Giovanni thought that he would die in the freezing cold river. Isabel Cielo. Sweet. Kind. Selfless. Beautiful inside and out. Able to love No matter what condition. Never would he have thought that in a world full of demons and monsters, he would meet....... A Saint.

"Are you sure", I whisper as I guide my hands down her back. It feels like my birthday; I have been wanting to do this ever since I laid my eyes on her. "Please", she whispers and pulls my hand to her neck. She's just so beautiful. I don't care what the laws say; this woman is mine and no one else's. I have no one but her. "What about...?" Dark brown eyes meet with mine. She's scared. Being in the spotlight scares her, but I will take care of her. "I signed them today. I can do whatever I want" I kiss down her neck and back again to her ear lobe. "Tán bonita, mi amor" She smells so good. Sugar. I turn her around so her body is pressed against the vanity. "Mine. No one else's"

Ariana Miranda just moved from quiet and calm Uruguay, to busy and crowded New York City for work. She was getting used to her new life there as a fashion designer assistant, when a man pushes Ariana right into his dangerous world. Lucca isn't involved in the mafia, or so he thinks. But once he realizes how deep in the business he is involved, it's too late. Lucca doesn't want her, by no means, involved that atrocious business. But once involved in the mafia, you can't call quits. You're in. ---- I was laughing so hard my chest hurt. Lucca was naked standing at the end of the bed. He grabbed my ankle and pulled me roughly to him, he then got on top of me. -Oh, baby girl, you are hurting my ego. - He murmured in my ear and started kissing all over my neck. He then started stripping me from my underwear. The laughing stopped, now we were both on cloud nine of pleasure. He then got on his knees. He picked me up to his chest with one arm. As I wrapped my legs around him, he moved us higher up in the bed. Then there was a knock on the door. - Ignore it. - I said between kisses and he continued having his way with me. - Boss, sorry to interrupt, but you have to see this. - Aaron's voice came from the other side of the door. - Ah, f*ck. - He pulled back and I sighed, but stayed on the bed. Lucca pulled his shirt over my head and pulled the covers over me. He picked up a towel and tied it around his waist. When he opened the door a crack, I heard them mumbling. Then Lucca was handed an envelope. He opened it and two seconds after all hell broke loose. Vases, coffee tables, chairs and everything in the room went smashing on the walls. Lucca was trashing the room while yelling, completely furious. I quickly got up and tried to calm him down, but there was no use. I grabbed the envelope to see inside. Pictures of me and Lucca in his bed, taken from outside. At the bottom of the picture where we were asleep, said: "She's in".

We're always drawn to something we can't have. I just happen to be drawn to a criminal, a man who is beyond the pale. "Mi Amor, put the knife down." His words were so calm and husky. They weren't suppose to arouse her. She was holding on to the butcher knife with her dear life. "How do you know where I live! You shouldn't be here." Her voice wobbled, the first sharp stab of anxiety hit her when he took a step towards her. Why was he here? She stared in fear at the man in front of her. His naked chest glistened with sweat, his body tight, muscly and toned. Mouth watering. In the dim light of her kitchen, her eyes managed to travel over the tattoos on his right peck and bicep. "I shouldn't, but I am." He gave a slow sexy smile at her as he put his hands up in surrender. Her eyes widened at the evident bulge that was restricted in his black sweat pants. "Get out!" Before she knew it, he had lunged at her. Her knife now at her throat. "Silencio." Book Cover by Createdforyou

It's survival of the fittest, and a real dog eat dog world. That's all Ronnie Menuno's has known his whole life, so when he starts slangin' in the streets at the tender age of fourteen it comes as no surprise to anyone. Now six years later Ronnie is at the top of the drug game, and is feared in all the streets, but there's one girl who was tough enough to soften this hard guy out, and before she knows it, she's far too deep to come back. When is enough, enough, and what are you really willing to sacrifice for status, money, and love of the most loathed?