It started out as a game...until someone got hurt

Synn Amato was not a nice man and he never proclaimed to be one. Heading one of the most ruthless crime rings he and his siblings are feared by all that know of them. His sole purpose was to garner the respect and fear of others while expanding his family's empire. He never needed anything else and finding a temporary pussy to wet his dick in was never the problem. One faithful outing with his siblings will change his outlook. He hadn't gone out with the intentions of finding anyone, but that was exactly what happened. It had been a while since Synn had wanted to possess someone in the way he instantly did her. There was only one word he could think of to describe her, Mine. Nyela Everett, wasn't your average woman. She ran her own business along with her best friend who was more of a sister. What they truly did, no one knew, and she liked it that way. It was a night after completing their latest job that she saw him. He screamed danger. He was everything her mother had ever warned her as a teenager about and she was sure she should have stayed away; but danger had always called to her and she had always went head first. She could see that he was used to getting his way, but Nyela was prepared to show him that he had met his match. ~~~ Her hand flew out and she slapped him across the face. She could see the slight surprise in his eyes before those green eyes narrowed at her. The look held within would have been enough to send her running if she were a lesser woman, but she was not scared of him. Synn advanced on her, his hand shooting out to wrap around her neck tightly. Instinctively she went to hit him again, but he caught her hand. When she tried with her other one, he simply blocked it with the arm of the hand he had wrapped around her throat. He was fast in shifting them around and Nyela found herself leaning over his desk, with his grip on the back of her neck. "You'll pay for that." He whispered in her ear.

[PRIVATE CHAPTERS] [IF YOU HAVE NOT READ CONTROL. READ THAT ONE FIRST!] Chayse glared at him as he sat with that smug smirk on his face. He irked her to no end. The man simply didn't know when to quit. She was starting to think that pissing people off was his preferred pastime. Hell, why wouldn't it have been? He was definitely good at it. If it was an Olympic sport he'd take the gold medal every time. They had been sitting in the heavy silence for a few moments and it was starting to piss Chayse off so she decided to break it. "Do you possess a talent other than pissing people off?" She questioned. She watched as he moved from the spot where he had been leaning against the wall and she knew he was going to do it. Knew he was going to invade her space and make it hard for her to breath, to think straight. Every time he did that her brain went into a state of confusion and her thoughts were utter Chaos. "Of course I do." He stated leaning down, his warm breath ghosted across her neck before he whispered in her ear, "I can make you cum with only my tongue. Would you like a demonstration?" Before she could respond, Nik had hoisted her high. Her ass sitting at the top of his chest. He looked up briefly. Those blue eyes locking with her hazel ones. He gave that smug smile again before lifting her even higher and allowing his head to disappear under her dress. Chayse felt the first slow swipe of his tongue over her panties clad pussy as he moved forward placing her back against the wall. All she could do was throw her head back...and moan.

**This is Book One of the Fighting Temptation Series.** Mr. Right...shouldn't it be Mr. Left? Since on your right hand is where the engagement ring goes, and the left ,the wedding ring. I don't just want to get engaged, I want to be married to my "perfect for me" Mr. Left. Handsome and intelligent, fun and spontaneous, adventurous and ambitious, humble and loyal, pampers me and loves me for me, and finally GREAT IN BED!! Hallelujah praise be to God! Being a 29 year old virgin waiting for Mr. Left is not easy. Especially with all the fine specimens of men roaming the earth, and all your girlfriends taking about who rocked their boat the night before. I'd be happy if someone would even glanced at the dock. Its not that I'm against sex before marriage, it's your prerogative. I just want my husband to be the only man in all the world to have me. I know, I'm old fashioned. People tell me all the time. I'm a romantic. I want to be courted, and not in some bar or a club. I want him to be sure that it is me he wants and I want to be sure that he's the one for me. I want him to prove himself worthy of me because apparently, I'm a rare breed. Not my words. But nowadays seems like I'm invisible. All these ladies with their weaves and makeup on and there's plain Ol' me no makeup and natural hair. I'm not ugly...at least I don't think so. But I guess compared to the vast array of contoured and made up faces, I get phased out. I mean...why do I have to wear all that crap on my face to be noticed? Why do I have to wear a weave or perm my beautiful curls to look like some warped version of barbie? Why can't I get noticed and be me at the same time? Well, this is not some debate on to make up or not to make up. This is my story to finding Mr. Left, as told by a damn near 30 year old virgin...Lord Help Me. I feel sorry for everyone reading this, ya'll are not prepared what goes through my mind on a daily basis.

Infinity Walker is by far one of the most powerful women on the planet. She is like a god in the eyes of civilians and, in the eyes of the higher class, a nuisance. They can't help but begrudgingly admit that she is a better ruler than them. She owns more than half of the kingdoms in the Eastern Hemisphere and rules them all without flinching. But when another ruler makes his way up the pedestal at an alarming pace, she begins to falter. Will she let her territory slip from between her fingers? Will she fall from her place at the very top? Hell no. "I'll make sure that you never reach the top." I whispered menacingly into his ear. An arrogant grin appeared on his face. "Good luck with that." #949 in Fantasy - 9/3/16 #769 in Fantasy - 9/12/16 #640 in Fantasy - 9/16/16 #368 in Fantasy - 9/22/16 *Cover Photo: Unknown Credit*

To all readers old and new, this story will be soon taken down and re-written. Thanks for all the support. As soon as it is re-written, I will be sure to repost the chapters. Follow me for more information. Abigail Jenkins is a young African woman from Missouri in the early 1890's. She's caught wind of the Oklahoma Land Rush and now she's set her mind on getting a chunk of land for herself. She's tired of the high minded white people from her old town and she wants to take charge of her own life. She is well aware of all the risks she may face by going alone into unknown territory, but she's willing to take that chance to have a new start on life. Derek Greyson, on the other hand, is a man simply wanting a change in scenery. After his parents died, he'd been taking care of his little sister. But now that she's married, he's turned his attention away from his home in Texas, and to the Land Rush in Oklahoma. He finds himself in the dust ridden land with thousands of others, greedy for a piece of the land. What he didn't expect, however, was to meet a lively little African woman with a sharp tongue, deep chocolate eyes and a mountain load of prejudices against white men due to the murder of her little sister. What will he do when he finds himself falling for her, along with all of her emotional demons? And for Abigail, what will she do when the stranger with icy blue eyes and a charming smile decides to break all social norms just to be with her?

To everyone I had everything. Power, status, wealth. Everything a person could possibly dream of. They said I would want for nothing. That everything that could be deemed valuable in the world was in the palm of my hand. Little did they know that I wanted for something. Something that I would give up everything for. My power, my status, and my wealth they all meant nothing to me. I wanted for one thing and one thing only. One thing that seemed so simple that it was stupid. All I wanted was some one who could make me whole again. (16+)

The course of true love never did run smoothly according to William Shakespeare and for Rebeca it never did. Rebeca never knew she would fall in love with Dean, an American soldier who came on work-related issues to Guyana. He came and upturned her life into a spiralling web and she was never the same after he left with no letter, phone call or messages to inform her about his sudden departure. Five years have passed since the awful day and Rebeca decided to take a lovely vacation with her twins. What would happen when she runs into Dean? Would she reveal her big secret? ***************************************** #155 in Romance 17/12/2016 #153 in Romance 17/12/2016( new updated rankings) #152 in Romance 19/12/2016 #89 in Romance 20/12/2016 #86 in Romance 05/01/2017 #83 in Romance 05/01/2017 #1 book in the Caribbean ***************************************** Reviews: "I really like this story."- @royray "Love it so far please update soon."- @plehr18 "Just started reading this morning and couldn't put it down. Update soon."- @jessenialuis ....... *****************************************

C O M P L E T E D ☼ Book 1 ☼ - for·bid·den love a love forbidden by family, society, conscience, etc. - Jonathan Stiller, the powerful owner of the successful company Stiller Incorporated, thought he was on top of the world. He had the money, the houses, the cars, and of course, the women. With a simple snap of his fingers, it was laid out in front of him when and how he wanted it. Well, now meet Liv Williams, a part-time waitress and college student who had the sass and surely the ass. And we surely know that every relationship has problems, but will they be able to make it through theirs?