[Edited Version] “You ever think about letting your hair loose?” Ashton asked, his breath kissing Amor’s neck as they waltzed. “My hair’s fine,” Amor snapped in annoyance. Ashton chuckled. “That’s not what I meant.” His hands slowly hiked up the hem of her dress and her breath caught. “What are you doing?” She uneasily glanced around at the dancing couples. “Giving a new meaning to dirty dancing,” he replied quietly. And he entered her. [Cover by @zarawhite]

[Edited Version ● Alternate Ending] "Colin? I feel so awful lying to you so I have to tell you what happened..today," Frankie blurted out, nervously cracking her knuckles as she stared at her boyfriend from one side of the living room. Colin's bright blue eyes danced. "What is it, sweetheart?" "I...I bumped into my ex-husband in the elevator today." "And?" Frankie exhaled. "And we had sex. In the elevator." There was an interminable silence before Colin smiled. "We'll work through this, honey. Don't worry." "Work through this?" she spluttered in disbelief. "How? How can we, when all I want is for him to do it again? And again, and again, and again, and..." She trailed off, sighing. It pained her to see Colin's hurt expression, but then again, it pained her to know that Konstantin had made her climax in that elevator more times than Colin had in their whole relationship... *cover by @hartlings*

The funny thing about true love is that there's no truth in it. There are no happy endings when your life isn't a fairytale, and there's no prince waiting for you when the man you love works on a farm. To be the Queen, I have to give Alistair up. Nobody says it has to be completely...

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

Time changes everything, except what’s meant to be. Seven years is a long time – long enough to transform Clementine from a small-town teenager with a broken heart into a woman ready to take on the world, but not long enough to make her forget about the man she was never supposed to see again. A temporary return to tiny Willow Heights thrusts her back into Donovan’s life and home, unearthing heartbreak and obsession that have stood the test of time. He left seven years ago too, for war and other things Clementine can only imagine. Coming back to the town where he grew up in the shadow of poverty and drug addiction makes no sense, and neither do Clementine’s feelings for him. He could never forgive her for leaving, could he? Even if she had no choice. Now, she has the freedom to choose … and so does he. Every day in Willow Heights makes it clearer: all he ever really wanted was her, and nothing will change that. Not even a taste of the hell that drove them apart in the first place.

*** COMING SOON TO AMAZON AND KINDLE *** Previously titled Checkmate on Wattpad... #1.5 in 'Rules of Engagement series' Love is a strange thing, even the toughest of the tough will one day fall at its mercy...and when I say fall, I mean plummet! It usually begins with a fight, a challenge, a feud. But don't we all know that old saying? "There's a fine line between love and hate..." Meet caring and innocent Nancy, harbouring an undying desire for one man. Now meet Nathaniel, as much rude as he is attractive. Throw in a business trip to Italy, a complicated past and burning sexual tension... Least to say sweet little Nancy is in for one hell of a ride. Copyright © All rights reserved by yours truly ~ Cynthia.S.R. 18+ as always, course language and sexual content. UNEDITED -.-

James slid his hand to the nape of my neck, holding me steady against his lips. His other hand stayed on my waist. "I thought you couldn't handle me," He muttered against my lips, reconnecting them without missing a second. I smiled against his kiss. "I have two hands." * * * * * * Charming James Roedan is making his way in the world on his own. He's twenty, in his second year of school, and landed a job with his Dad. James is very indifferent towards his dad and everything he stands for. James's job is being in charge of the new interns for the Roedan Advertising Company. James thought it would be three months of hell, It's not what he expected. Awkward Violet Bowen stumbles into James's life - literally - and makes it something he never thought possible. Violet's an eighteen year-old senior with too much on her shoulders. Her dad's been AWOL for six years, her mother has been pushing herself through three jobs to support the family, and has three brothers that are everything to her. Things in Violet's life start going much crazier than she can handle and James is there to offer her a hand. She hesitates, but takes it anyway. What she didn't know is that James never planned on letting go. *This story will be told in Duel Perspective's* -This is a spin-off/companion for Charming in Handcuffs. You don't need to read the first one to read this one.- Also, this is NOT a good girl/bad boy story.

[Edited] "You had to be extremely low on cash to wank into a cup for it," Dani sneered, feeling like a vindictive bully in a playground. But Carlo deserved it. She felt the first sharp stab of fear that went through her heart when Carlo looked at her with thunder in his eyes. "What are you going to do now? Kill me?" she continued. Fingering the 9mm in her back pocket, she remembered that she'd never even shot the damn thing, despite her brothers' pleas to teach her. Carlo's shadow blanketed her. "Kill you?" His brow furrowed. "Do you really think that lowly of me, cara? I'm wounded." "Then what the hell do you want?" His face flashed with a look she barely recognised - pure arousal. Even when he reached out and pulled her to him, she could feel it. "I realised that the mother of my child is more of a spitfire than I thought." His lips brushed her earlobe. "Call me a pyromaniac." *cover by @bullethood*

Injured, terrified, and on the run, Kisa never expected salvation to come wrapped in tattoos, scars, and steel. When she crashes-bloody and unconscious-into the garage of Slater Wylde, a brooding mechanic with a body built for sin, she wakes to more than just safety. She wakes to obsession... Slater is rough. Dangerous. Addictive. Precisely the kind of trouble she should run from, but his touch feels like protection and devotion. With Kisa's past still haunting her, she decides to lie low and enjoy a little bit of pleasure from the hands of a Wylde. There's only one problem: Slater has no intention of letting her go. Sometimes, the deadliest remedy comes with oil-stained hands and a possessive streak that burns through the soul.

Selene lives with her brother and his best friend, who she can't get along with. But a drunken mistake shows them maybe hate isn't the only thing between them, that is if they can get over the trials that stand in their way; namely each other.