With Damien in prison Lily leaves thinking it's better for everyone, or is it?... ✴✴✴ What happens when Valentini had Damien step up to be a fighter to prove he's man enough for Lily and the need for Jack and his club to get rid of Viper & his son? ✴✴✴ This is not a stand alone story (Must read Dominant Biker first) ~~~~~~~ All pictures are from Google images

Klara Andrews' parents are gruesomely murdered before her and her brother forcing her to live on the streets. To keep herself and her brother alive and in school, she takes onto street fighting under the name Scarlet. Her aunt, Miranda Matthews finally finds then and takes then under her wings according to their parents wishes. She transfers to a new school taking up the name Chloe Simmons to cover up her tracks, and begins the life of a rich kid as it was meant to be from the very beginning. Keith Parker is naturally the bad boy of the school. Every boy wanted to be him. Every girl wanted to be with him. But what they didn't know was behind all that charade was a dark past only he knew about. What happens when fate entwines their path and forces them together in the cruelest ways. We all know what they say, KARMA'S A BITCH. I hope y'all like it

18+ mature content *CONTAINS VIOLENCE, VULGAR LANGUAGE, AND VERY SEXUAL SCENES --------------- "Babydoll" he breathed out, his hands reached up to caress my cheeks. My traitorous body instantly leaned into his touch, loving it. His touch was like a switch for my body to feel relaxed and at home. Hunter slid his hands from my cheeks to wrap his arms tightly around my waist. He nuzzled his face in my neck, breathing in my scent. As I wrapped my arms around his neck, placing my head over his beating heart. Fucking hell his voice and everything about him melted down all my defenses against him, I felt so weak around him, like a damsel in distress and he was my saviour. ----- It's been four years since they last looked into each other's eyes. But they aren't the same innocent kids that they were back then. On the verge of being adults, they both have new secrets and desires that they have yet to share with each other. ----- Enjoy!

Fantasy Nightclub, is a popular erotic club for Doms and their submissive. One night of dancing and I became Jax's submissive. I am his. I want to be his, but my perverted brother is getting in the way and Jax's past has his brother on a warpath. I don't own cover photo.

His eyebrows furred in confusion. "Your bag? Why would you think that?" "Cause this is my room. This is my Dad's house." "Ah..." He drawled out. "Well I'm sorry to tell you this sweet cheeks, but this is my room." My cheeks burned at his words, I mean, who does he think he is? "No, I don't think so, this is my room. So if you would be so kind as to get out-" "Or what?" "Or... I'll throw your bag out the window." I said picking the bag up and hanging it outside the window. "You wouldn't dare." He narrowed his eyes. "Try me." I narrowed my eyes. * * * Emily Winter James lives with her divorced parents, constantly switching house every week for the past four years. So when her father tells her that she has a girlfriend and her and her son are going to live with them, Emily doesn't react as well as her father hoped. Meet Axel Braxton. Bad boy how has been expelled from 4 schools in just one year, and finds out he is getting a step sister. But will they able to get along? What if it's more then being step-siblings? Beautiful Cover designed by @cutiepiechole #30 in Stepsister- 3/4/19

"Stop it, Dax." I wouldn't meet his eyes, I couldn't. His hot breath trailed up my neck, his soft lips ghosting over the exposed flesh. He chuckled when my back arched involuntarily, my cheeks flaring hot and pink. "It's Officer Rivera, to you." His deep voice rasped quietly in my ear. "Besides, you don't want me to stop, Princesa." "If you don't stop, I'll-" "You'll what?" He interrupted, smirking against my jawline. "Call the police?" Jane Kingsley is a Veterinary Medicine major at the University of California-Davis. If she isn't at school, she's either working or lounging around the house she shares with her best friend, Vivian Tyler. Everything in Jane's life was getting back to normal, almost boringly average. But then Officer Daxon Rivera moves in next door. Flirty, sexy, and a total asshole: Officer Rivera is everything Jane wants to stay away from. But can she? -Mature Content within- Ranked #32 in Romance [2-1-2018]

Lindsey Adams does not want to do a spring sport in her Freshman year. However, she needs something to do with her free time. Then it hits her: manage a team. But which team? Baseball. She finally works up the nerve to talk to the coach, and he lets her manage the varsity team. She has to come to every practice and game, and even join the boys if they go out for a celebratory meal. Sounds great, right? Spending all that time with all the upperclassmen six packs. That's exactly what Lindsey thought. What she didn't expect was sixteen new brothers that watch her every move and beat up every boy who lays an eye on her. Now how is she supposed to get asked to Prom?

I came to this cabin in the mountains to run away from my life. I wanted to be someone else for a week, someone spontaneous, adventurous. Then he broke in, the savage forest man people swore was nothing more than a legend. But the man looming before me was all too real. Proud and fierce, his gaze was as sharp as a wild animal stalking its prey. He took what he wanted, and I... I willingly gave him everything. But when dead bodies begin to surface in these mountains, I fear the real danger isn't to my heart-but to my life. --- Intended for mature readers only. This is the first part of a contemporary romance. The rest of the book is available for Kindle and Kindle Unlimited. ---

"What are you thinking about mia cara" he asks me causing my thoughts to drift back to me kissing his jawline. "N-nothing" I stutter cursing myself at how breathy I sounded even to my own ears. I watch his mouth curl up into his trademark smirk quickly glancing over with an eyebrow raised. "Didn't seem like nothing when you were eye raping the side of my face mia cara" he responds almost mockingly trying to rile me up. Feeling bold and teasing, I open my mouth to share my thoughts. "Well if you must know, I was thinking about leaning over and placing a trail of feathery kisses along your jawline" I say nonchalantly pretending to examine my finger nails. I hear him suck in a breath and cursing before I feel him pullover on the side of the rode. "That's it" he whispers huskily turning off the engine and reaching his arm over to lift me off my seat. He places me on his lap and I shift around trying to get comfortable but I can tell my movements weren't helping. "God damn it mia cara, you're gonna be the death of me" he whispers, his Italian accent coming out as he smashed his lips on mine. The kiss was nothing but aggressive, our hunger and need for each other evident. His hands grip my hair and pull my head back slightly to give him better access to my mouth. I break away to catch my breath while I begin peppering kisses on his jawline grasping his hair and tugging his head back to get more access. I easily elicit a growl from him and I teasingly bite his neck slightly before pulling away completely. I attempt to get off his lap and back into my seat but his iron grip keeps me still. "Mia cara, will you be mine" he asks huskily, his face expressing his nervousness as well as hope. I smile from ear to ear before giving him a sweet peck. "Of course you idiot" I say smiling for ear to ear.

She felt nervous as she watched the taxi drive back down the long and winding driveway and disappear through the imposing, brass gate. She picked up her bags and turned to muster the house. It was large - the size of a small villa - with a brick facade and large white windows. The door was built of dark wood, a brass knocker nailed onto its middle. The garden surrounding it seemed immaculately kept and bore flowers in various shades of yellow which flanked the house walls. A plated stone path connected the driveway and parking area with the steps of the entrance. The entire property was shielded off from the outside by thick bushes, which could easily trump small trees in height. She swallowed. There was no turning back now. The arrangements had been made. The life she had known had been adjusted to accommodate her stay here, so far up in the countryside, so far away from the rest of the world. Hesitantly she began to walk up the path; once in front of the door she took a deep breath. This was it. Two careful knocks. Then it began: