Cruise ships are all fun and games...until yours is hijacked. FBI agents, Simon and Eddie are no strangers to danger. It's a constant in their lives, reminding them just how messed up the world can be, and exactly why it is necessary to remain focused and unyielding. They know what it means to fight for their lives, and for those around them, so when their cruise ship is hijacked while on vacation with friends, they act quickly and efficiently to bring the situation under control, but some things aren't as simple as they seem. These modern day pirates are vicious and determined, and the agents soon find themselves in over their heads as they fight tooth and nail to survive. Lives are lost, prisoners are taken, and love is found. Now they not only fight for their lives, but for the life they can have together...if only they can manage to stay alive.

Fire fighter Damion Tazzo lives life on the edge; running into burning buildings, saving lives and saving the day. He knows what it means to take risks but most of all, he knows how to be discreet. He doesn't do emotional entanglements, not when the life he has is fraught with so much danger and uncertainty, but a chance meeting with a sweet little sub at the first gay bar he's been to in years, has him throwing all caution to the wind, and taking the little guy home with him. He only wants sexual release, what he doesn't expect is the beautiful, trusting eyes, and the tenderness that washes over him when he wraps his new lover in his arms. Now he has to fight against emotions he'd rather do without, and thoughts of a life he has never wanted before. He's a man who knows how to do his job, but there are only two things he can't tame, and that's his beating heart, and the fire between the sheets.

"Ethan." Aiden pauses. "I want you." He softly bites my ear. "I want to kiss you more than you will ever know." Trying to avoid the daily beatings of the school bully can be challenging. But what happens if the schools bully has a crush on you?

"You're mine. And no one else's, got that?" Hunter asked looking down at me with a serious expression displayed on his face. Cover by: fatii227 ^_^

(y/n) is a cunning mischevious girl with a soft spot for a certain silver head. A short and funny story of two lovers trying to confess to each other.

Eighteen year old Anastasia is almost robbed on her way to work one day so her parents hire her a bodyguard named Luke. Little does she know he starts to become more than just a bodyguard.

A Vanity Fair writer does what it takes to get the biggest scoop! Written for Cosmopolitan.com's 50 Shades of Grey contest! ~My heart slowed down when we got to his high-rise. I didn't ask questions. I didn't wonder why we were here and not my apartment. Maybe because they'd be stupid questions. Maybe the answer was obvious but my eyes were too muddled to see. But I didn't care. I welcomed the vast black, marble floor of his apartment; I welcomed the hearth where a picture frame of his family sat upon the mantle; I welcomed the plush, dark sofa that accepted my frail, shaking body as I sank into it. I welcomed the floor to ceiling uninterrupted window view, where on a cold, dark, night like this one, the universe graced me with a blanket of twinkling stars and a moon so pure, so rich, so beaming with tranquil light, the soft rays ebbed with a certain serenity only dreams could conjure. "Here," Christian said and handed me an icy can of carbonated lemonade. "I don't want it," I said, monotone. He pushed my hand away. "It'll take the edge off. Just drink." I gave in. I didn't want to fight any more tonight. I took one sip, then two, then three. On the third, I brought the fluffy, grey blanket over my head when I burst out crying. I sniffed, trying to contain myself. Christian pulled the blanket back, but I covered my face with the open palms of my hand. He chuckled lowly. "Don't hide." "I'm sorry," I wailed, tears rushed out like a waterfall. "I'm trying to stop." "Don't. Let it out." "Ugh," I scoffed. "Don't look at me." I turned my head to avoid his gaze. "Why?" "I must look like a rodent, right now." He cackled bubbly. "You look beautiful." He placed a finger underneath my chin and turned my face to face him. "Look at that-" he pushed away strands of hair that stuck to my cheek with my tears as adhesive. His fingers delicately stroking my jawline, the sensation so calming I closed my eyes- "Beautiful."~ Enter if you dare...

got this flight to london i ain't pop no xanax for it

How these 3 girls ended up sexing sleepsleepover/slumber parry ugh