"I want to defile you, destroy you, corrupt you in the most sinfully beautiful way. Break you until you're completely mine." "And then?" "Then I'll piece you back together, of course." He took another step in her direction, closing the distance between them. "Love can be holy." He said but the look in his eyes promised anything but. "It can be kind and gentle. It can be the flutter inside your chest when you feel someone touch you, the blush staining your cheeks when someone brushes his knuckles over them." To prove his point further, he took his knuckles and brushed them over her sharp jawline, all the way to her lightly dusted cheeks and sharp cheekbones. "However, love can also be vile. Dark and all-consuming. The kind of love that makes you want to fall to your knees and let it destroy you." He let his palm rest on her soft skin and felt the warmth she provided so carelessly travel to him. "That's all I can offer you." Nathaniel Russ is a man devoid of passion. Cold, stern, a tragedy with skin. A wreckage just seconds before the crash. A writer. He spends countless hours teaching philosophy at the local university, waiting for something to make the words crawl out of him with the same vigorous appetite they once did. And he finds it, at the most unexpected moment. Guinevere Westbrook is a woman haunted by the sins of her past. And she just happens to be the muse he had been waiting for, even though she refuses to accept it. So, he orchestrates a game meant for two. A game. That's all it was. Until it wasn't. Adult themes, proceed with caution. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

"I could tutor you, but I don't think you'd be able to concentrate." • • • When Cassandra Berry gets offered a shitload of money and a place at any college of her choice, just to con a man and getting pregnant with a said man, the answer seems pretty straight forward; Yes. - But Harry Xavier Devon is no mere fool. With two millennium prizes on his back and renowned around the world as the next Newton within mathematics, Harry easily sees through his brother's ploy to have a woman seduce him and get her pregnant when he himself can't have children. His brother in desperate need of an heir for his business empire, but Harry has no intentions of playing the scapegoat. Flipping the play against his brother, he pays Cassandra double the money to continue lying to his brother that they *are* having sex. He thinks he's gotten his revenge when it suddenly appears he's gotten more than he bargained for. Cassandra is no shy woman, or as previously thought, just a money-grabbing whore. Stuck in the same house together for a whole summer could prove to teach the mathematician that some things can *never* be calculated... - Especially when dealing with a (horny) woman.

HIM Family comes first. Always. That was drilled in my head since I was a little boy. I lived with only one purpose. I would protect them. Fight for them. Kill for them. And die for them. I would take a bullet meant for them without a second thought. When their safety, our little peaceful world, is compromised, I risk it all to protect them. Putting my life on the line, I made a deal with the Devil. Because at the end of the day, my family comes first. Until HER. She changes everything. The whole game plan. The moment our eyes met, I was gone. The pull between us so hard to resist. She became my one and only undeniable Obsession. When it is time to make a choice, who would I choose? My family? or My Obsession? * HER I was living in the darkness for so long. No life. No choice. I was bent to his will, doing whatever he wanted me to do. I was no longer my own. Only because the Devil owned me. Body and soul. But not my heart. Days after days, my hope slowly vanished into thin air. Until HIM. One look was enough to make my heart beat just a little faster. He weaved his way into my unwelcome heart. He was there to stay, no matter how hard I tried to fight it. Even when the darkness blinded us, he still stayed. He was my made man. My mafia man. And I, His Obsession. But what if His Obsession is the one thing that ruins everything? (Recommended to read THE MAFIA AND HIS ANGEL first, so that it is not too confusing. Also this is recommended to 17+ due to mature content) To read The Mafia and His Angel, you will have to purchase the books. The moment it is published, I will let you know where to get it.

"Come to sit on my lap again?" • • • It's that time of the year again, and people are all waiting for Santa to come by with their presents. Hazel is living a humdrum life in her small hometown, doing nothing in particular when a certain Santa Claus asks her if she wants to sit on his lap. Brown eyes, chocolate hair and abs carved like stone, Nick is nothing like the traditional Santa you know, yet he still straps on the beard and red suit. In town for just the season, Hazel slowly discovers there's more to Nick Saint than what meets the eye. Peeling back one layer at a time (like a Christmas present) she uncovers what truly lies beneath that red suit of his and finds herself in shock at the result. As the saying goes... Santa smirks because he knows where all the naughty girls live... And he was smirking at Hazel.