[Edited Version] "We only read erotica," Fiona said with a straight face. "Come again?" I asked, clutching my copy of Jane Eyre to my chest. I suddenly felt like a girl who'd come to a fancy-dress party dressed as herself. "Oh, come on, Janelle," Fiona smiled, pulling my hand and leading me into the room. The light in the library was dimmed to a dull glow, and then I heard a man's voice reading: "I entered her from behind, squeezing the taut skin of her buttocks and driving myself even deeper, until..." Somewhere in the dark, I heard moans of pleasure and the unmistakable yowl of a climax... [Cover by @headfullofstars]

Grief-stricken over the death of the boss who was like a father to her, Olivia Bailey is left to deal with the aftermath--the arrival of his dashing but estranged son, Pierce Alexander. But she can't stand him and he doesn't trust her. Will working for the new CEO remain to be an impossible task? *** Olivia Bailey might be plain and boring, but she's content with her current lifestyle, working for the kind but lonely old man who owns Alexander Corporation. But his untimely death flips her simple life upside down. Now, she must deal with his estranged son, the heir to his business empire, together with the growing feelings building up between them. Will Olive manage to bear the pressure and issues cropping up along the way--or is this too much to ask? Disclaimer: This story won The Wattys 2014 People's Choice Award. Cover Design by Ashley Marie Bandy

Jane Levitt is a new Dauntless leader trainee, what happens when Eric is in charge of training her and she's determined to find out why he's cold as stone? [Sneak Peek] Eric didn't stop until he was pressed flush against me. I kept my head down to hide my blush. Eric put his hands on my shoulders and let them glide down my arms until they met at my hands. Eric then used his index finger on his right hand to lift my chin to look at him. His eyes were deep and intense. Instead of their usual piercing gray-green, they were a dark shade of gray, almost black.  His other hand tucked a strand of hair behind my ear then continued to trace a slow line down the side of my face and chin, coming to my top lip then sliding down, lingering on my bottom lip before resting on my hip. "Eric." My voice was barely a whisper as my heart thundered in my chest. "I think I figured out why I act the way I do around you..."