"You make me want to keep dancing, even when the music stops." • • • Ever since her father died of a stroke while she was dancing for him, Fiona has been afraid to dance in front of others. She closed up her talent behind locked doors and only dared to dance to the mirror; There was nobody she could hurt when she was alone. So what happens when the mirror suddenly reveals another person that catches her as she's about to lose footage in a pirouette? Someone who dares her to dance with him, to step outside her comfort zone. Life-happy Adam sees a lost but gifted girl, afraid to show her talent. Her life has been standing still for so long, she's turned into a dancer without movement. So what does he make her do? He makes her pirouette.

M A T U R E • R O M A N C E Highest Ranks So Far: #1 Hell, #6 in Incubus . . . My mouth wrapped around a portion of the elastic of his boxer, and with my teeth, I pulled down. My lips brushed against the soft, supple skin of his pelvis. He finally made a sound, his body vibrating as he let out a deep, needy groan that shook me to my pulsing core. God, the sound would stain itself in my memories. Echo in my death. I needed him. All of him. Now. Always. . . . He's just the angry incubus. She's just the sweet baker. He just wants to escape from those who want him. She just wants to be wanted. It's recipe for disaster when Zuemier is saved by the meek but sassy baker. And a catastrophe when his survival is entirely dependent on her for a week. Their initial product is a bitter mix of fury, lust, and contempt..... And maybe a pinch of love? . . . (A/N: Thanks for taking a chance on my dumpster fire ;3)

[MATURE CONTENT] "He can't make your body feel the way I can," he breathed, proving his point with a simple flick of his finger as I almost came right then and there. I forced myself to say, "I love him." "No, you don't," he said, easily. "And even if you were with him, you wouldn't be able to go a day without my touch." "You're wrong." He rammed his finger up into me. I was forced to hold onto him to keep steady, my chest heaving against his as I desperately tried to control myself. Those dark eyes stared into my own with amusement, eyebrow cocking as if asking, 'you sure about that?' His lips brushed mine, and I had to resist the temptation to push mine into his. Then they were at my ear, warm and hot and a reminder to the excruciating pleasure he could make me feel with just his mouth. "Now let's show that lover boy of yours just what it sounds like to make you come undone."

[MATURE CONTENT] a rumpelstiltskin retelling #1 in the ODD FAIRYTALES series "Do you enjoy torturing me?" He asked on a groan as his hand travelled from my inner thigh to further upwards, finding me sans panties. "Only-" I breathed raggedly as he began tracing my slit with gentle strokes with not enough pressure to relieve me of the burn charging my core. "- when it suits." "Well," he said, finger dipping inside me, making me cling to his shoulders. "For your trouble, I'm about to fuck you so hard they'll write about us." "Like a fairytale?" I asked on a whisper, amusement dancing in my voice as I stared into his glowing golden eyes. "Be careful," he warned, ducking his head until I felt his hair brush my face. His lips were a millimetre from my ear, his breath making something thrum within me. "The ending will make you scream." I didn't doubt that.

Mina never meant to fall for her sexy tattoo artist, Eric, or to become a model. But when she’s asked to pose in a photo shoot for the Hot Ink tattoo studio, she can’t say no. She finally gets a look at Eric’s tattoos when they’re cajoled into posing together, and in a few breathtaking moments, an on-camera kiss turns the passion they’re asked to fake into something very real, leaving them both wanting more. The only problem is that Mina’s not the glamour girl she looks like on the Hot Ink posters, or even in a tattoo magazine. She’s only twenty-four, but being the sole guardian of her disabled younger sister has left her feeling much older. Will Eric still be interested when he gets to know the girl behind the ink and the make-up and finds out that she and her little sister are a package deal? Book 1 in the Inked in the Steel City Series

Isis Kalenius isn't the nicest person in the world, but her sister, Phoenix, is much worse. When her sister's fiance, Leo DeRozan, calls her over into the VIP section with only one thing in mind, she sees an opportunity to get back at Phoenix and takes it. She forgot one thing about being royalty: someone is always watching. That night is no exception. One sex tape and several hours later, Isis and Leo find themselves married to each other, neither of them happy about it. As they slowly become accustomed to life together, they discover that there are secrets all around them, and Leo realizes that Isis is not what he expected. CHAPTER ONE had been made PRIVATE, then UNPUBLISHED by Wattpad, so I made a censored version of it. I hate it too, but that's what had to be done. NOTICE: This story is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content. It is not appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion. I claim no ownership of any image used. This story is COMPLETE, but UNEDITED.

"You don't have to be," he lifted his hand and wiped her tears away. "I'm here." ~ Estrella has been through a lot since she met the Devil and she has tried to handle it all the best she could. But when a prophecy written by God is discovered, she's not sure if she can handle it. Will she turn against Lucifer in order to save herself? ~ (© ideas are mine, please do not copy them).

What if Lucifer was drawn to someone and couldn't get her off his mind? What if he would do anything for her without thinking of the consequences? Lucifer never thought he would have a soulmate, especially after he fell from grace but when Estrella was born his whole world fell at her feet. (© ideas are mine).

"I'd appreciate it" Mr. Robinson said, turning back around to face the class, "If you didn't do that again." Agnes knew that was aimed at her. He didn't even have to say her name and it was all about her. Whether or not she had intended to, she knew what she had done. She had planted a seed in his brain. Although his interest had burned away from her she knew that her words, her lips, her eyes were imbedded in his brain. She knew what he would be dreaming about tonight.