After an unexpected ceiling collapse sends her apartment into chaos, Madelaine Grayson ends up living with her brother - and dangerously close to his tattooed, way-too-charming roommate. He's off-limits... but resisting him might be impossible. *** When Madelaine Grayson's bathroom ceiling caves in, it's not just drywall that crumbles. It's her entire world. Forced to move in with her brother, she finds herself swept up in the chaos of his new protective attitude - especially when it comes to his tattooed roommate, Noah Laurier. Noah is the epitome of perfection: sweet, hot, and embedded into every thought Madelaine has. But he's forbidden, and the closer she gets, the harder he is to resist. Well... what her brother doesn't know can't hurt him, right? *** "Matt's sister, I presume?" He walks towards the couch and my eyes widen. He's tall. I thought I was tall but this man could tower me, and when he reaches a hand towards me, there's an intricate clock tattooed on the back of his hand and his fingers have bones tattooed over them. This man is not human. He's tall and angular and dripping with sex appeal. This man is hot. Capital H, capital O, capital T. I don't think I've ever seen a human being so attractive. All I can think about as I force myself to keep my eyes on the screen is the feel of his jaw beneath my hand, and it takes everything in me not to look

*Spanish version available to read at @daydreamer_byv profile* 1 Manhattan, the fabulous city in New York where you'll find: the hottest new trends, the best parties, and the wealthiest people. Manhattan may sound like a dream come true but when you stay too long it's a nightmare. The hottest new trends aren't so hot, the best parties turn into horrible photos of that night, and the wealthiest people turn into your enemies. Being the new girl in Manhattan was fun at first until I met Blair Waldorf, the alleged Queen B. I was introduced to Gossip Girl, the blog where everything bad goes. Nate Archibald needed a friend, Serena van der Woodsen showed me the ways of living in Manhattan, Dan Humphrey was the person who helped me, Chuck Bass um well he's Chuck Bass, then there's Logan Devenport. We all know being the hottest blast on Gossip Girl isn't because it's a notable and pretty thing but an embarrassing and the worst thing ever. People in Manhattan crave the juiciest gossip. Their entertainment is knowing everything about us especially when we're dying of embarrassment. I was New Girl Lena Collier from San Diego who everyone was curious to know about. Now I'm just Lena, another typical elite in Manhattan. If you're ever in Manhattan here's a tip, stay low and try not to be on gossip girl's radar. Once you're on her blog, you can never come off. My story will tell you all. {Disclaimer: All credit goes to Cecily von Ziegesar except my characters and some unfamiliar plots} Another note: This is not necessarily a Nate fanfic, sorry for the inconvenience.

MATURE!! "Do you know what a dominant and a submissive is little one?" He asked. His eyes were steady, his fingers ceased movement all together. The rain still poured around them. She managed to shake her head. He smirked the same mischievous knee wobbling smirk he wore whenever she was around. "I have the personality of a dominant, and you," he ran the pad of his thumb over her racing pulse. "You have the natural personality of submissive." Why was he telling her this? He was her employer, her boss; not some intimate lover. "Sir I don't think-" "No no little one. You're mine now." He raised his hand and tangled it in her wet hair while the other wrapped around her waist. "I have something of yours; which leads me to believe you my little one were being very naughty." Rosalinda was struggled to stand correctly. The skirt of her dress rose easier as it rubbed against his suit and the height difference between them made her tip toe. She hardly reached his shoulders; with his arms around her waist, she was forced to mold her wet body against his. "What are you talking about sir?" Rosalinda looked at him as she bit her lower lip. He lowered his head till their lips were nearly an inch apart. "I have your wet panties in my pocket."

Naomi is a writer that has moved to Atlanta to follow her dreams in becoming a successful poet. In the midst of change and struggling to pay the bills, she finds herself working as a match-maker for Cupid's Arrow. Being consumed in her work leads her to neglecting her own love life, desires, and passions as a writer. But what happens when she meets a handsome stranger one night at a single's ball hosted by her job and who just so happens to be her new client. How will Naomi handle her attraction towards him? How will she deal with the consequences of mixing business with pleasure? Even when she knows that it is strictly forbidden... Follow Naomi in her attempt to achieve balance between her dreams, career and love life.

in which a senior in high school becomes infatuated with an innocent freshman # 19 in kinky

Moving to a town called Whitesville, Georgia in the middle of her senior year was not how Gwen Watson imagined her final year in high school to go. Spending the last half of her senior year as the only black girl in her school was even farther than what she expected. Even when Jake comes in, not caring at all what race she is, she still can't feel more uncomfortable... Even though to Jake, Gwen's skin color is just another shade of grey.

Copyright © 2016 by VICMAD -All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. (THIS IS A MATURE STORY AND RATED FOR THOSE 18+. IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE TERMINOLOGY USED YOU MAY NOT LIKE THIS STORY AS I WILL NOT CHANGE MY WRITING TO CONFORM TO WHAT OTHERS THINK IT SHOULD BE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.) "1 on the ChickLit Hot list: 7/17/15, 7/18/2015, 7/22/2015, 7/23/2015, 7/24/2015, 7/26/2015, 7/27/2015,7/28/2015, 7/29/2015 & 7/30/2015, 8/9/2015, 8/10/2015, 9/19/2015, 9/21/2015, 9/22/2015, 9/23/2015, 9/24/3015, 9/25/2015, 10/5/2015, 10/6/2015, 10/9/2015 & 10/10/2015, 11/21/2015, 11/22/2015, 1/30/16, 2/2/2016 & 3/11/2016 with over 3 million reads - thanks for the love. Meet Melanie Guillory, the assistant to Marc Hernandez, a rich investment banker in New Orleans. He asks Melanie to be his date for the hospital ball but what's unknown to Melanie is that Marc has other things up his sleeve. Read about what Marc has planned and find out if Melanie will take the bait. This was a Valentine's Day short story but Due to Popular Demand, this story has been extended. Hope you enjoy this little tale. Story will contain bonus chapters after epilogue. (This story is not edited.) Southern Lingo and slang will be used. These stories are typed from my phone so there may be spelling errors, I'm not perfect. ***Before leaving negative comments about certain situations please read the entire conversation first*** *disclaimer- please read my profile page.

As Claire aims to leave her oppressive stepfamily behind, she befriends Zion. Will he be her ticket to freedom or a distraction in achieving her dreams? ***** Claire Olsen has had a crush on Zion Petrakis since the first time she laid eyes on him, but he never noticed, instead only having eyes on the school's it girl, Maddie Jennings. Knowing she couldn't compete with Maddie, Claire hid her feelings for Zion, satisfied with admiring him from afar. However, when a series of events led Claire closer to Zion, her feelings for him grew from infatuation to love. And despite fighting hard to keep her feelings contained by distancing herself from Zion, he was determined to show her that he's earned a spot in her life. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

***DISCONTINUED*** OLD BOOK. READ NEWER ONES. "Bentley... I'm sorry... I didn't mean it that way.." i softly say, sighing. "no, don't give me that bullshit... you fucking think of me as a fucking prick, and you know what... you're getting punished" He shouted in a stern voice. I looked up at his tall self, compared to me. I was a size of a child.. He grabbed me by my wrists and directed me to his bedroom, The spankings, the hickeys, everything that happened between us, I can't forget. -----------------------