Mara Estrella is thirty-two, invisible, and exhausted. She lives in the margins of life-quiet, overworked, and slowly disappearing beneath other people's needs. After one too many nights caring for strangers who never remember her name, she accepts a strange new job: live-in caretaker to a comatose patient in a private estate. Triple the pay. No questions asked. She just has to be quiet. Careful. Invisible. That's the one thing she's good at. Until he wakes up. Luciano Vescari, 25, heir to a feared mafia empire, wasn't supposed to survive the car bombing that killed half his family. He wasn't supposed to remember anything. But he remembers her voice. And now that he's awake, he wants one thing: the woman who kept him alive with nothing but a whisper. He's young, dangerously beautiful, and absolutely unhinged. He touches her like he's starving. Tells her she belongs to him. And when she tries to leave, he only smiles. "You kept the devil warm, sweetheart. Now he's going to return the favor." Dark. Obsessive. Addictive. A slow-burn, age-gap, morally gray male lead and a romance with heavy tension, emotional scars, and twisted devotion. He's not the hero. But he's hers. -- Kamyawski

For as long as anyone could remember, nymphs have remained safely hidden from their human neighbours. Residing in the depths of the forest, Winter knows to never venture too close towards the edge of the woods. However, she is different from the other nymphs, and they don't accept her. In an attempt to find temporary sanctuary away from her kind, she stumbles across a mysterious, and possibly dangerous, man. She knows it isn't smart to be near, let alone interact with this man, but she just can't seem to stay away... "You're going to have to pick a better hiding spot than that if you don't want to be seen, little one."

(sequel to The Lawyer Vs The Mafia) 18+ mature content and language. Kieran Russo was known for his deadly good looks and his frightening work ethic. He was a powerful mafia Don for a long time, but then his downfall came in the form of a beautiful woman and a casket. "This wedding is a sham and you know it, you know why you are here. Don't fucking put stupid thoughts in your head about me loving you because it isn't going to happen." He slammed the door in her face and got back to business, life was not supposed to be this way, he never envisioned himself living in misery for the rest of his life. *** "You look much like a woman I use to know, it's uncanny is what it is..." I breathed slowly and as calmly as possible, I could not allow him to find out who I really was for the sake of 'him' I needed to remain elusive. "You have me mistaken sir, I am merely a housewife for a powerful man." Before I could turn around to face him I was roughly pushed into a room with the darkness consuming everything that stepped into it. "You look so much like a woman I knew very well." "No, no, I do not think so..." before I could defend myself further I felt his lips softly connect with mine and suddenly in all these years I never felt more alive.

• Levi • I've wished for death too many times to count when I was a child. Too bad only my soul died, not my body. Now that i'm older, I refuse to give up.I want answers. Answers that my family can give me. A family that doesn't even know I exist. What the hell am I getting myself into? • Mayhem • I was born into this life. The club life. Violence, drugs, murder, woman, the brotherhood. It was always part of my life, minus the woman. I stay away from woman. I don't trust them, I hate them. I don't want them around me. But the little sister of my President apparently is an exception, since she won't get out of my fucking head. I'm obsessed. I hate her. I want her more than I hate her. I will get her, she will be mine. *This story contains violence, mature language, sexual content and dark themes* **I don't own any of the pictures used in this story; all right go to their rightful owners**

We sit in silence as the fire slowly begins to die out but the cold never settles as James tightens my body against his. I smile sleepily as I curl up in his lap, his strong arms holding me tight in his warm embrace, "Hey James?" I finally speak up and bring my eyes to look into his, "What are you?" he silently stares at me, his bright eyes were unwavering. "I-I am... J-James." _______ Olivia Winslow wanted nothing more that to escape the busy streets of New York and find peace in quiet Maine. When staying in her grandfather's house she meets an uninvited guest but what happened when that guest exposes her to a world she never knew? (THIS STORY IS BEING CONTINUED AGAIN!! 💙 THE SEQUEL IS POSTED!!) 9/24/2020 : #2 in Fairy

Highest ranking #13 in Chicklit Formerly called His Buttercup Book #2 in Our Roots Series, but can be read as a stand alone. He was a criminal trying to start over. She was finally recovering from her own personal hell. Falling in love was easy, but when Asher's past comes back to haunt him, he finds he is constantly putting the girl he loves in danger. This is truly a love where only the strong survive. "I want you to be mine. Only mine." "I'm yours." She whispers. "Only yours." **I'm slowly editing chapters now and some may contain additional content so if you've read before, please read again! ** ***THIS STORY AS WELL AS THE CHARACTERS ARE THE PRODUCT OF MY IMAGINATION. DO NOT STEAL MY IDEAS-PLEASE COME UP WITH YOUR OWN. NO ONE LIKES A COPY CAT!!!***

Sadie Kingston, a shy, quiet, noble, soft-hearted soul stuck within the shifter world. A human amongst a people governed entirely by their animal instincts. This sweet, innocent woman is thrown into the thick of things, when a negotiation with the rising power of the land goes awry. Unexpectedly taken as a glorified hostage, she finds herself in a sticky predicament with an entirely too delicious for his own good, Balthazar. A man renowned for his bloodthirsty demeanor. Balthazar, a name that sends even the strongest men scurrying in terror. The new ruler over the barbaric and brutal shifters of the mountains, one of the few polar bear/lion hybrids to make it to adulthood, he is rumored to be an astoundingly savage and brutal shifter. A shifter ferocious and dangerous enough to take on an army by himself and is cold-blooded and heartless; a master at murder.

Rage is the residential psycho of the club. Tormented by his own demons he lives in pain and agony, a constant state of rage. Everyone knows him as the Hellhound of the Riders of Tyr , known for his cruelty and the joy he gets from causing pain. To others and to himself. Loyal to his King and the club he craves for the liberation death will bring him. Till he meets Iris. Iris has escaped Hell and lives out on the streets till she surprises everyone and becomes a mechanic for the Riders. Afraid of her own shadow, plagued by the terrifying memories she never feels safe. Until she meets Rage.