She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

His hand slid beneath my dress, fingers curling around my thighs with a possessive grip. "I always knew that scumbag couldn't treat you right," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly as his lips traced a slow path from my jaw to my neck. "Still can't figure out what you ever saw in him." I drew in a shaky breath as his hands moved higher, fingertips brushing the band of my panties, sending a jolt of heat through me. "Women like you are prizes, Sienna," he whispered against my lips, the words melting into my skin. My grip on his shirt tightened, knuckles white. "And prizes? They're meant to be fucking claimed. Owned." In the haze of intoxication, Alexander Grayson looked like the most beautiful thing on Earth-or perhaps he really was. "Can... can you make me forget about Ryatt?" I breathed, my voice trembling. A smirk tugged at his lips, dark and predatory, as his hand slid inside my panties, finding the heat of my wet, aching pussy. A soft moan escaped me, and I clung to him, every nerve alight."I'll make you forget about yourself, flower," with that he crushed his lips to mine. *** From the moment I met Alexander Grayson, I despised him with everything I had. But when with fate's cruel sense of humor he forced his way into my life, everything changed. He was everything I loathed-a womanizer, a violent monster, a spoiled heir with an ego larger than life itself. He should have meant nothing to me. Yet, I learned the truth the hard way: nothing about Alexander Grayson was ever simple. Alex dragged me into the hell he'd created, where he sat as the devil on the throne of darkness And the most terrifying part? I wasn't sure I wanted to escape. Because somewhere in the chaos, I realized I didn't just want to survive him-I wanted to burn with him. After all, being hated by Alexander Grayson was terrifying. But being wanted by him? That was lethal.

A series of unsolved murders in Rusk County, Texas, has Sheriff Jules Knox at her wit's end as the clues seem to point in different, confusing directions. So, despite her dislike of bureaucrats, she contacts the FBI for help. The case file ends up in SSA Hotchner's desk and after a brief look, he decides that the BAU would consult and keep an eye on it while they work on more urgent cases. Until there is a shift in the case, and the bodies start dropping in a faster rate. Sheriff Knox communicates with Agent Hotchner interrupting him from other cases. He doesn't like her attitude, but decides that it is time for the BAU to fly down to Rusk, Texas. Will the two be able to work alongside each other?

As an FBI agent in the Dallas field office, your unit calls for collaboration with the BAU. Years later, a decision is made for you, catapulting you suddenly into that same team - this time as a trainee. Amongst the flurry of cases, new teammates, and the struggle to keep up with the load of work, you start to carve out a new life. And if the man who'd grabbed your attention back then, SSA Aaron Hotchner, happens to slowly become your friend - you welcome it with open arms. Developing feelings for him - less so. This is a slow burn, and title from Maggie Rogers' song :) (Sorry I don't know how to write something that is not about yearning or pining) Image from tumblr user @0420-1102 I do not own Criminal minds, the characters or the story!*

when the team goes on their annual vacation in jamaica they are able to let loose and have some fun. when y/n and hotch are assigned the share one of the four rental apartments on the resort they find a weird sexual tension between them that wasn't there before, will they make a move on it or will they deny it.

"I know you hate me." His hands paused at your cheeks, yearning to explore. "Is this something you want to continue?" "Yes." "Good. Because I'm going to fuck you like I hate you." To Aaron Hotchner, protocol was everything. Rules, laws, and guidelines: the holy trinity of a professional life. Except when it came to sleeping with Y/N: the newest agent at the BAU. He lets his professionalism slip, yet quickly stops himself before catching romantic feelings. So, how long does it take to get Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner to crack? ★ Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader You just moved back into the country, barely even unpacked the boxes laying around your apartment, before Jack Garrett came to you with a proposal for a new job. Little did you know, this job would have you stumbling into the one person you'll grow to never want to be without. **** Book cover made by me

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 back at him.

After successfully fooling everyone with their faux relationship, Clark and Elias think the hard work is done...until news drops about their wedding. Surprise! Now they're fake fiancées. As the lies pile up, and an old flame comes calling, their hope of a real future together begins to slip further away. Season 2 of His CEO *** After a whirlwind faux romance saves his company, CEO Clark Ashford and Elias Barnes, his romantic partner in crime, nearly get away with their lies - until an unhinged associate runs their mouth on national television about their unplanned wedding, forcing them to take their deception one step further by confirming their engagement. Elias struggles to adapt to the relentless attention and criticism that comes from being a CEO's fiancée. Cracks begin to form in their arrangement, so when a handsome new face appears and tempts Elias with a simpler, quieter life, Clark realizes he might have real competition. With his company thriving but his personal life unraveling, Clark is on the verge of losing Elias forever, unless he confronts his true feelings. Can their staged romance survive long enough to become something real? Or will they lose everything by playing pretend?

Forced into a marriage neither of them wanted, a fierce Greek mafia princess and a ruthless Sicilian underboss must navigate a storm of power, passion, and betrayal-only to discover that their greatest battle might be against their own hearts. *** They hated each other from the moment they met, but little did they know, they were destined to be together. Millicent Rhea Darmos: Princess of the Greek Mafia. At 25 years old, she's established herself as a self proclaimed boss bitch, running her own publishing company. But now it's time she fulfils her duty to her family's organisation. It's time she gets married. Costantino Salvatore Accardi: Underboss and Heir to the Sicilian Mafia. At 28 years old, he has no interest in settling down-he already has it all. He believes in family above all, so why bring in an outsider? Yet, after a strange string of events, the two of them find themselves thrust into married life. It's full of chaos, drama and all kinds of tension. The question is, how do they survive their marriage and the storm that follows? *** "I've never kissed anyone." My voice trembled with a tinge of vulnerability - something I hated. But Costa didn't seem to mind that I was nervous or anxious. "Good. You're mine." He spoke so seriously, without a flicker of doubt as he took my hand in his. "So you want it be special, principessa?" "Every girl's first kiss is special." I whispered, watching as he brought my hand up to his lips. "I only care about yours."