"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.

A twenty-five year old Laurie Slade wanted to get away from a family who wanted to sell her off to the highest bidder. Applying for a home nurse ad in Sicili to care for Mrs. Teresa Carsingni seemed far and easy enough. At least it was, all until one daring night of skinny dipping which left her exposed to a very dark, enigmatic yet forthright Tomas Carsingni and he is not so easily impressed. * * * * * "Ms. Slade, I thought that I made myself clear last time." The sound of his voice brought chills down her spine. "I'm sorry Mr. Carsingni. I-uh, must have misunderstood. I thought it was because you thought I was an intruder." She said, trying to keep her voice from trembling. "And didn't we also talk about your constant need to apologise?" He arched a brow at her. "Yes, we did. I'm so-. It won't happen again." She bent down and picked up her scattered clothes. Why was he always around when she was naked? "Ms. Slade..." she heard him utter as she passed by where he stood. She tilted her head up and stared into his blue eyes. "If you insist on walking around leaving nothing for the imagination, then you and I are going to find ourselves in quite the predicament." **unedited, it will be once the story is done.***

《 Sequel to Kissing Is the Easy Part 》 High school sweethearts Flora and Sean went through the most horrible kind of breakup - the kind where they were both still disastrously and irreversibly in love with each other.

This is a sequel to Hidden. Please read that before this one or you will be lost! Matteo and Emma's story continues...

One waitress with a dark, hidden purpose that ascends the stars and galaxies. One man turned vampire to endure centuries just to ensure her protection. Two soulmates torn apart by a prophecy beyond their control. Fate had rolled the final bell, bringing death and defeat to the young waitress. The man she loved was taken from her and with his absence, the light in the world faded with the fulfilled prophecy. All hope was lost... until darkness consumed her, until giving herself willingly to that darkness. With whispers of temptation in her ears, her mortality faded away and divine power emerged, the power to defy fate and the Gods, the power to bring back her vampire from the dead. But with her immortal powers comes much more than the world is anticipating... ultimate destruction. [sequel to Blood Lust]

❀ FEATURED ON WATTPAD'S EDITORS' PICKS LIST ❀ [The Closer is intended for readers with an appetite for the dark and sexy. Read at your own discretion.] "What about that no fucking colleagues policy, huh? The one you so haughtily rubbed in my face?" The way to wound my heart is through my pride. The bastard knew that. But the look in Hans' eyes told me this wasn't a game to get me all riled up. "If your office ethics involve you getting into Tim's pants, then why don't I get to play too?" His hands flew down to my legs, tickling the bare skin on my legs and shocking me into stillness when I felt him pull up the corners of my dress till they were bunched up at my waist. "You can't," I breathlessly whispered as he forced my legs apart. One hand sauntered up to my neck, resting at my collarbone while the other snaked between my legs, parting my thighs until he had all of me resting at the tip of his fingers. "Is this cause of him," he growled, his finger dipping into my heat just slightly, circling the entrance, "or me?" He sounded so needing, so deprived. It turned me on knowing that I was the one making him feel this way, that despite being the one thrown up against a wall, I had the ultimate power over this man. "It's...It's you." I gulped and met his eyes. "It's all you." ● What happens when an unstoppable, hard-hitting business woman meets an unmovable, chauvinist, and utterly exhausting heir to a multi-million empire? Disaster, of course. For Tris, Hans Castellan proves to be more than a challenge of the heart and of the body. For Hans, Tris Henderson turns out to be a woman worth fighting for, despite a rocky start and more than a few broken hearts. Then again, no one said closing this deal would be easy. ● © Beatrice Manuel, All Rights Reserved

"Look at you," he said, throwing a strand of brunette hair over the girl's shoulder, "reading that romantic nineteenth century crap." Serena instantly cowered away from the man and fought herself not to look up. "It's twentieth century, and I'm reading this for school." Theo's mouth popped opened to form the perfect O shape. Then out of the blue he asked, "Are you a virgin?" "No," she surprised him by saying. She hadn't even missed a beat. "That's a shame."

Once upon a time, there was a boy named Marlon who fell in love with a girl named Cat. Like her name suggests, she had claws --- sharp ones. But the thing about cats with sharp claws is that as much as they hiss and scratch, they still enjoy being stroked... (Working blurb, ha.) *Cover by @bullethood*

"Make me better." His lips curled into a smirk, his eyes moving over her sculpted body. "But, sweetheart, you're already perfect." If it weren't for her pounding heart, she would have rolled her eyes and replied with a snide remark. But instead, she said, "Make me irresistible. Make me someone better so he wants me." He lifted a brow, using his long index finger to considerably stroke his jaw. "Then it wouldn't be you he'd want. You'd be someone beneath you." "I don't care," she found herself saying. "I just want someone to look at me the way everyone looks at you - like you're something they want." He deeply sighed, nodded his head then turned away from her before saying, "We'll have to eventually break you in then, sweetheart. No one wants an inexperienced lover."

Meet Sydney Hughes. She hasn't had a steady boyfriend since college. She's been too busy tending bar in her dad's neighborhood pub since her mom died a few years ago. Though she has a degree in hotel management, she enjoys helping her father out with his business. Her infectious smile, sense of humor, and lively showmanship pack the bar every weekend. Enter Alexios Verga, co-CEO of The Midas Touch, the latest hotel and casino to crowd onto the Las Vegas Strip. While his brother runs the hotel, Alexios is responsible for the casino and entertainment. Which are not doing particularly well, since he prefers to frequent the Strip's lounges with his latest hottie instead of manage the business. Until Daddy lowers the boom: raise the hotel's bar revenues or start taking orders from his younger brother. The first time Alexios enters Jimmy's Bar it is so crowded he can barely enter. It obviously has something he hasn't thought of. And that something turns out to be Sydney Hughes. Alexios is fascinated with Sydney's ability to take drink orders, schmooze with the patrons, and entertain using flamboyant moves more in keeping with a magician than a bartender. It also doesn't hurt that he's drawn to her fresh, girl-next-door looks and personality, so unlike with whom he normally surrounds himself. But when he makes her a lucrative job offer, she flatly turns him down, unimpressed by his good looks or his credentials. Unused to rejection, he goes around her back. Now that Sydney reluctantly works for Alexios, she's even more the ice queen where he's concerned. And he finds himself obsessed with the sexy bartender, thinking of her morning, noon, and night. Is Alexios capable of changing his playboy ways, and winning Sydney's trust? Or will this be his last call?