"Awe, you hurt my feelings, fire girl." "I didn't know you had any, fuckboy." ________________________________________ Falling in love is never easy. But what do you do when the one person you are not supposed to fall in love with, ends up being the only one you want? Kilian and Jasmine couldn't be more different. Jasmine Watson is the strong one, the one the guys want to be friends with, the one that beats up her best friend's enemies... She's not at all what Kilian Rogers is looking for. Because Kilian aka. Kill Rogers needs a woman that goes through life the way he does: Easy, quick, and without regrets. At least that's what he thinks until he finds a challenge that will end up changing his life... [18+ Mature] Spin-off of Crossing Lines. (C) Copyright reserved - Jana Malek (Jane C. Rain) 2020. The author expressly asserts all intellectual property and moral rights over this work. Any attempt to recreate it in any way will be reported and pursued accordingly.

[ REWRITING ] Erratic, reckless and compelling, Wolf Carter terrifies her; but with a serious escapism mentality, Wolf is exactly what her twisted complex desires. Meanwhile, Wolf himself has taken a liking to the mysterious Valentina Rivers. Unbeknownst to her, he's already made a decision, and can hardly wait to unravel his new play-toy. It's all fun and games until feelings come into play. Soon the game becomes a little more personal, a little more real, and a little too much; particularly when Wolf and Valentina find so much more than they bargained for, in one another. ❝ home isn't always four walls, sometimes home is two eyes and a heartbeat ❞ [ © 2016 - 2018 thatwriterlauren ]

♦ FIRST DRAFT ♦ **************************************************************** "Shh." He whispered into my ear. But, I couldn't. My chest was heaving and my heart was pounding a mile a minute. And it didn't exactly help that I had a gorgeous six-foot-something guy pressed up against me. "Where the hell is she?!" Someone shouted. They sounded so close. Breathing was getting harder to do. My hands fisted tighter in the sides of his shirt. I could hear their feet crunching the gravel a few feet away. "Shit." He muttered. "I'm in the light." My back was pressed against the brick wall and he was pressed up against me. He stepped impossibly closer. I really thought I was starting to lose my shit. He looked down at me. "You gotta calm down." "I can't." I whispered, shaking my head. I looked up at him, my breathing becoming louder. The crunching was probably thirty feet away. Something flashed in his eyes when we heard the feet coming around the corner. I think I was about to pass out. Then, he grabbed both sides of my face and pressed his lips against mine. **************************************************************** When 21-year-old Harley Davidson moves to Evansville with her ex-biker father, she hopes that it can be the fresh start that they both need. A new house. A new job. Maybe even a new guy. But, you can't just leave a biker club without telling anyone... Harley's father, Joey, didn't exactly leave the club the way you're supposed to. Now, his old biker buddies are coming around with one thing on their minds: Revenge and Retaliation. And they may have just found her. **************************************************************** I started this in 2013 and left it for 6 years with only 5 chapters. I started it again in early 2019, so the writing style changes drastically. So, please power through the first 5 chapters! It gets much better!

***MATURE CONTENT*** 18+ ONLY Morgan Summers loses her long time job at a book store, leaving her with a pile of bills and rent due. She has no choice but to apply for a job a bar with her best friend Liv to make ends meet... But the owner is nothing like what she expected. Tyler Rhoades is brooding, mad at the world, and likes to take out his emotions on the people around him. Will Morgan let Tyler walk all over her like she does everyone else? Or will they break eachother's walls down.... This is a fun filled adventure of emotions, alcohol, and lust filled outbursts.

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All her life, all Poppy Nicole ever wanted was a mate of her own. She grew up being controlled by her father and her pack, never given the freedom to do as she pleased. A mate was the one thing she knew only she had the power to choose. Until she didn't. When her life is turned upside down, she finds safety in the arms of another pack. Little did she know, fleeing was the greatest decision she would ever make. *** I'M TERRIBLE AT SUMMARIES SO PLZ DON'T JUDGE IT BASED OFF OF THIS. This is an alternate universe spin-off of my book, Knox's Girl. It is set in a world where werewolves life secretly among humans. This book could be read as a stand-alone, as the events in this book will be completely different than those in the original, but the (very) general plot of Poppy and Knox falling in love will remain the same! COPYRIGHT authorrunknown ALL RIGHTS RESERVED **STORY WILL CONTAIN STRONG LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, AND SEXUAL THEMES. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK** Cover is by the awesome Ishita Reema HIGHEST RANKING: #32 in werewolf, #1 in spinoff

A beat of a second passed before he slowly pulled away from me, the suffocating heat withdrawing with him as he straightened up. My eyes lifted to meet his as he released his hold on my knife, and I flicked my wrist, flipping it with ease so my hands closed around its smooth, still-warm handle. The room was silent. The ten other men seated on the couch didn't bother trying to hide the shock on their faces that a hunter had just agreed to a deal with their Alpha. I totally felt the same way, even if I was that dumb motherfucker. They seemed to be imagining what horrible, unthinkable threats he could have whispered into my ear to make me cave, but to think my resolve had dissolved with just four unexpected words from his mouth. Sometimes, I wondered if I even had a brain. "So," I said now, holding back a sigh as I looked up into those steely, unreadable eyes, "If I'm going to work with you, I'll need a name to call you by. Unless you prefer to be referred to as moody dick?" Silence followed my words. "What, don't you guys know Moby Dick?" I asked no one in particular, and ten pairs of eyes exchanged glances that further questioned my sanity. The last pair of eyes held mine steady. The ring of gold in them seemed to burn like a flickering candlelight against the night of the sea. "Heath," he said, and I could finally place his accent as the name curled and settled in my ears like a cat by the fireplace. I smiled. "Well, cool." I put my hand out between us, the one holding the knife, the silver-pointed tip facing him as I offered him a handshake. "Nice to meet you moody dick, I'm Alessandra."

[Highest Rank: #3 in Romance] "Tell me to kiss you," he whispered so quiet and husk I wouldn't have heard if he wasn't my main focus of attention. "No," I protested knowing good and well that I've never wanted anything more. "Tell me," his other hand slid under his hoodie, his cold finger tips a contrast on my hot body, his lips leaning in to whisper in my ear, "to kiss you." His eyes pulled back and studied my face. I leaned in close, my lips barely touching his. "No," the stretch of my lips making a bit more contact with his. I heard him growl. And then it was as if a gust of wind blew out the candles and everything went cold, including the once occupied space in front of me. He was gone and I was left alone in the dark. ______________________ They say drowning is a peaceful death, one of the best ways to die, if there is even a good way to die at all. They say it's like falling asleep, the calm feeling of water flooding your lungs as the flow of oxygen ceases and you pass from earth to wherever we go after this life. I however, beg to differ. ______________________ When a blue eyed girl stumbles into the town of Wrustles and almost drowns she becomes the talk of the town.. and the chatter of the sea. After being convinced that someone in the water saved her she jumps again, only to find the harsh waves and a face. A face she knew would find her beneath the crashing water above her. A face she believed in before she even knew it existed. ______________________ I update hella frequently! And my chapters are what some would consider short but I promise it's worth it and it allows really frequent updates! ♡ ______________________

SEQUEL TO STAY CLOSE All I wanted was her. I just wanted to be with her, to be able to always see her or talk to her. But then, the man I hated most in the world took her from me and then had the audacity to die. I would find her. I didn't know if she was alive, but I would find her. Maybe meeting a partner in crime could help, if said partner was as sketchy as Walsh before my maybe-dead girlfriend murdered him. ~ This will definitely make absolutely no sense if you did not read Stay Close first. *UNEDITED

"You're sick," she spat out at him, her face scrunching up, disgusted by his actions. How could someone be so cruel? He chuckled darkly, slowly striding towards her, his half empty glass of whiskey dangling loosely in his grip. He placed it softly behind her on the mantelpiece, his hands now placed either side of her head, trapping her. Her face was void of emotion, but her sharp intakes of breath revealed how she truly felt. His presence affected her, and their close proximity seemed to do something to his heart. He brought his hand up to her glossy black hair, tucking it behind her ear like he always liked it, "I'm not sick, I'm twisted. You make it sound like there's a cure." ~ Due to horrid circumstances, Alexia Clarke is left with no other choice but to join the American Italian mafia in hopes it will remove her from the grid forever, after killing the first man she had ever loved. Vincent Gambino, the ultimate leader of the five families within the mafia, was unhinged, deranged and all types of fucking crazy. With a newcomer in town, he had his eyes focused on the one and only Alexia, who was now the centre of his attention. If only she knew that that was the most dangerous place to be.