(Warning: Rated R) "Now your turn."He watched as she bit her bottom lip and studied what he had written before. She softly said each letter as she wrote it. As he watched her lips slowly moving, he moved to her neck as though in a trance and gently kissed it. Caroline pressed her eyes from the sensation. Byron gently turned her face to him and feverishly kissed her plump lips and pulled her closer. She placed her hands on both sides of his face as he kissed her. When his mouth went back to her neck, her brow wrinkled at the sensation of his fingertips on the bare flesh that was right above her garters. As they traveled closer to her intimate area, she gasped and stopped his hand, "No Byron! Please!" Caroline Jacobs life has never been simple. Especially when you are the indentured servant of a soon to be duchess. With their sails in the wind, the voyage takes an ugly turn when their ship is attacked by privateers. Was this by chance or was this kidnaping planned? Byron Wright, a ruthless, cold and handsome privateer couldn't refuse the dukes offer of kidnaping his fiancé. The only issue is, that the soon to be duchess and maid switched places. What is he to do with an beautiful young servant while at sea?

"Name" He barked still not bothering to even look at me. "Delilah" I whispered. Why am I whispering? I could feel the nervousness flooding over me like a wave. "Name" He stated again "Delilah" I said with more confidence "Delilah what? Did your parents not give you a last name or are you incapable of answering my question to its full capacity" Delilah Suren was a young girl living in the dumps of Chicago. She never had life easy and she didn't expect it to to be easy. Enter Ian McKinley. Cold. Hard. Rude. These two are complete opposites and mix them together you have a toxic combination. Ian is used to getting what he wants when he wants. He is after all Mr. CEO.

*Book one in the Hell's Company series* Lucifer was the brightest angel in Heaven, But in service of God, he was condemned to darkness. After thousands of years, the darkness took root inside him. ~ Ammi is a flame no one can extinguish Forged from God's holy fire to combat his darkness. A gift made for Lucifer. ~ He clucked his tongue disparagingly, shaking his head, "Tell me your full name." I groaned, running a hand down my face. "Fine. But I'm not explaining it to you." His face told me that I would if he wanted me to, but I soldiered on. "My full first name is Amirykal. Happy?" I muttered. His reaction took me completely by surprise. He blinked slowly at first, processing, then his face split into a wide grin and he threw back his head and laughed uproariously. I was hit with a wave of arousal at the sound of it-it was rumbling and husky, heating me up at the core. "What's so funny?" I grumbled, sure he was laughing at my expense. He looked down, that gorgeous grin still on his chiseled face, showcasing his lovely white teeth. "Oh, Kitten. Your name, Amirykal, do you know its meaning?" He asked, his voice sensual and erotic as he spoke my name. "No-I was found with that name." I answered struggling to keep my voice even as he slowly approached, like a predator would his prey. "Well, Love, I'll tell you. Amirykal means 'gift', or, more exactly, 'a gift from God'." He purred as he got closer and closer, so there was barely a foot between us. "And why is that funny?" I had a very hard time focusing on the conversation at hand with him at this proximity, using that lovely tone. "Because, Amirykal, I am Lucifer. And God made you to be mine." *HIGHEST RANKS*: #1 in Paranormal #2 in Supernatural #7 in Werewolf* *Takes many liberties on Biblical stories and has graphic violence and adult content. Please do not read if such things offend you.*

Kise Ryota. His colour was gold. He had golden hair, the colour of the sun, amber eyes, the colour of a gem, his voice was of the greatest musical pitches. He was a bright person in general, and warm. He was welcoming and many loved him. He was energetic and funny, but, that was before. Aomine Diaki. His colour was midnight. His hair was deep blue, the colour of the night sky, his eyes were the same shade as the deep ocean, and his voice like silk, enough to make one squirm in anticipation. He was a cold person. He slept whenever he could and didn’t like people. He was a loner, but, that was before.

Completed Novel. Binge Read it Now! Seventeen-year-old Olivia Black has a rare birth defect known as Psyche Sans Soma, or PSS. Instead of a right hand made of flesh and blood, she was born with a hand made of ethereal energy. How does Olivia handle being the girl with the ghost hand? Well, she's a little bit morbid and a whole lot snarky. Her mother thinks her obsession with death, black clothing, and the local cemetery is a bid for attention. But when Marcus, the new guy in Olivia's calculus class, stares at her like she's a freak, Olivia doesn't like it. And when her hand goes rogue, doing things she never imagined possible, Olivia finds herself running for her life with Marcus from a group of men bent on taking the power of her hand for their own nefarious purposes. Like Ripley's writing and want to read more of it? Sign up for her author newsletter Here: http://eepurl.com/M7sEb to be kept in the loop.

Meyer Brant has lived in the Outlands his entire life. Sometimes Traders bring magical artifacts from the Great Realms and other far off lands, but otherwise he is removed from the kings, sorcerers and magical creatures of the world. Instead, Meyer's biggest concern is enduring his daily Martial Training--a necessity in Vanroc, a town which lives in constant fear of Raiders. Yet one day during a sparring session, Meyer experiences a moment of supernatural strength, and his life is changed forever...

Ive been out of my parents house long enough to know, life sucks. The same day I turned 18 was the same day I was kicked out of my home. But that was a long time ago... Nowadays I spend my time going in and out of other's territories leaving a small path of destruction in my wake. I guess I always was a trouble maker. Until that fateful day when I met him... Alpha of the Cresent Luna pack... (Warning-there is profanity)