[SAMPLE] Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. "I heard a scream," he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed. Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarrassment won. "Everything's fine," she muttered, trying to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out. "But you screamed." "Because I came, Reed." His bewilderment only grew. "Came where?" And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life. So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin. "I had an orgasm, Reed." She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his cock she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head - not that she was trying. Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her. She pulled her sheets away.

"You've been helping these girls with their own wedding gowns for years! When will you ever be trying on your own?" Erin's mother shouts from across the bridal shop. Girls of all shapes and sizes turn to see the commotion. An older woman in her forties stands atop one of the pedestals. A young, radiant girl dwindles under her mother's finger. "I've got a lot of things going on," Erin shouts back. Trying to stand her ground against the mother who didn't understand. Erin a 22-year-old entrepreneur is now the owner of the bridal shop her father started at an early age. After losing her father to a heart attack she must figure out how to make ends meet. There are bills to pay, clients to help, renovations to complete. How can any one girl get it done? On top of all these newly bestowed responsibilities; Erin's mother is pestering her. Telling her it's her time to find the perfect husband. Making a deal with the woman, she finds herself with three months to find the perfect husband and a new Tinder account. How could she possibly find the perfect man while running a bridal shop all by herself? Follow Erin as she discovers herself and what she wants while working with some of the finest dresses around. Cover By: @@CAESSIUM

[THIS PREVIEW/SAMPLE IS INTENDED FOR A MATURE AUDIENCE. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED] Okay, so I know some of you had issues viewing the prologue on Radish, so here ya go. Also, a HUGE shoutout to @bullethood, who made the covers for all three books in this series. You are one awesome unicorn. Thank you <3 "Vegas is the City of Sin, so why should I be good? His name is Sin because that's what he is. Over six feet of sin, all wrapped up in a muscular, tattooed, green-eyed and dark-haired package just begging to be unwrapped. You can blame it on the alcohol, but I blame it on him. Funny thing is, what happens in Vegas doesn't always stay in Vegas..." Nicole broke Sin's heart years ago without knowing he even had one to begin with. Sin should hate her. And he does. Or so he says. When the biggest mistake of his lifetime puts her in his life again, who is he to say hell, no and resist her? Because if there's one thing Sin knows how to do, it's sin, and he's on a mission to completely ruin the woman who ruined him.

Leaving behind everything she's ever known, Emilee enters a world of high glamour and even higher stakes. The new freedom that comes with being a part of the Famoux is intoxicating, but behind the perfect image lies an ugly truth - being popular is a matter of life or death. ***** Out of the wreckage of environmental collapse, the country of Delicatum emerged. Its most popular celebrities are the Famoux, uniquely beautiful stars of a reality TV show called the Fishbowl. In a world still recovering from catastrophe, they provide a 24/7 distraction. Sixteen-year-old Emilee Laurence is obsessed with the Famoux - they provide a refuge from her troubled home life and the bullies at school. When she receives an unimaginable offer to become a member herself, she takes it. But soon she realizes that fame can be deadly... Content and trigger warning: This story depicts mental health issues and contains scenes of violence. [[word count: 350,000-400,000 words]]

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.