"𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋" he said, She rasied an eyebrow, " 𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓?" The next moment, Her face was down hips up and she Was begging for more. *** Lucy, a young woman bored with her life and craving something exciting, begins writing letters to Mark Hughes, a notorious, dangerously charming inmate convicted of violent crimes. What starts as curiosity and fantasy turns into obsession when Mark becomes fixated on her in return sending her money, gifts, and eventually showing up in her real life. As their connection deepens, Lucy finds herself pulled between fear and desire. She's drawn to the thrill and danger Mark brings, even though she knows he's capable of terrible things. But the more she plays with fire, the closer she gets to being consumed by it. Mark doesn't just want her attention he wants her entire life. Her world becomes tangled in his as he pulls her into his web of power, control, and twisted affection. By the time she realizes it, it's too late she's become part of his empire, his possession... and maybe even his weakness. This is a heavily sexual book so before reading just know you gonna see a lot of smut and self masturbation. All editing done. Updates weekly!

"Let me whisper your name my sweet Birdie and feel your soft feathers brush against my skin" ~~~~~~~~~ The candlelight was dancing around his skin now, too, as he stood there, still shirtless, exposing all of those muscles that she'd licked down and kissed up so much since the middle of May. Those were the same muscles she'd had countless wet dreams and day dreams about when she'd been locked up. Amusement had Carmen giggling as she thought to herself, And look at us now. Well, whaddya think?" Carmen asked, arms spread as she turned in a slow circle for him. Chance let out a low whistle that had her skin burning, and god, his voice was so gravely and even deeper than usual. A shiver slid down her spine as he said, "Bend over." As she planted her feet on the carpet, legs closed, she did as he requested. As her fingers brushed the carpet, she looked down at them, took in how they were shaking with excitement before she turned her head over her right shoulder so she could see his expression. She was glad she did. With the way that her boyfriend's face was twisted up, if she didn't know him, she'd have thought that he was grimacing in pain, not raw need. "I think I'm the luckiest fucking man on the face of the earth," He all but growled, eating up the distance between them in a few long and hurried strides. ~*~ You could say that Carmen and Chance are... pen pals. His momma calls her Birdie. After Wesley, a mutual friend between the pair, recommends that Carmen reach out to a skeptical Chance, a friendship blooms into much more. COPYRIGHT 2016-2026 to _macc_ I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO REDISTRIBUTE MY INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY TO ANYONE OR ON ANY SITE

"Stop apologising." So I did. Then I apologised for stopping. I'm the girl who eats lunch alone and tells herself she chose it. A girl who's never been kissed, who hides behind books and oversized jumpers and a smile that says please don't look at me. Malakai Vashko looks at me anyway. Six foot seven, Russian, with knuckles that never heal and eyes the colour of something cold and far away. He fights men twice his size for money and walks out of rooms without explaining himself to anyone, and his enemies have learned not to come for him. They come for the people standing next to him instead. He told me he didn't need a friend, and to stop looking at him like he might be one. I should have listened. But I'd already caught him trying to buy flowers for someone who couldn't receive them anymore, and something in me understood him before my brain caught up. He hides with silence and fists. I hide with silence and books. I didn't fix him and he didn't save me, but the night I grabbed an underground boxer by the hoodie outside a corner shop and told him to stop, something started that neither of us knew how to end. "I don't do this," he told me. "I don't let people in." He still doesn't smile. But he stayed. ------------------ ⚠️ Mature themes: violence, dark content. No explicit sexual content.

[COMPLETED]Donovan (Blaze) Hill is a mystery. He rarely talks and when he does, it's only short answers. The man doesn't know what a smile is and no one knows where he's come from because he only existed five years ago. But we all know one thing about Blaze: he's exceptional at his job - which is protecting his clients. Especially his Everlee. Everlee Cabrera is the owner of a jewellery brand and has worked herself up to be an extremely successful businesswoman - no thanks to her mentor Leona Tahan. Unfortunately, with her success, comes a lot of danger, especially when her father is a famous scientist. So what does he do? He hires a bodyguard for his precious daughter. Blaze, to be exact. +++ "I'm here to protect you, nothing more, nothing less. So stop looking at me like I'm your favourite person in the world." "Maybe you are." "Shut up." #1 in Bodyguard 29th June 2022

𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗘𝗗𝗚𝗘 ❆ "Move, Carlisle." I kept my chin lifted, refusing to look away from the center of the ice. He didn't budge. Instead, a massive, bruised hand slammed flat against the cold glass beside my head, caging me in. The freezing air of the empty 2:00 AM arena suddenly felt suffocating. "You smile at everyone else like they hung the moon, Nadia," he murmured, his voice a low, vicious scrape. "But you look at me like I'm dirt." He leaned in, his chest brushing mine, his mouth stopping a breath away from my jaw. He left a smear of blood from his split lip on my pristine collar. "Keep looking at me like that," he whispered. "See what it makes me do." ⛸️ 𝑵𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍 has one rule: absolute perfection. If she loses her figure skating scholarship, she loses everything. She doesn't have time for distractions, and she certainly doesn't have time for the suspended, feral enforcer of the university's hockey team who steals her late-night ice time. 𝑽𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒏 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒆 is the university's star but brutal hockey player. Comes from old-money roots, built for violence, and entirely unhinged. He's used to people either bowing to his wealth or cowering from his temper. But Nadia? She just rolls her eyes and tells him to get out of her way. That was her first mistake. Now, Vaughn isn't just taking up her rink. He's watching her. Stalking her. Discovering the secret, raw passions she hides from the world. And he's decided that her flawless, untouchable world is exactly what he wants to shatter, and he won't stop until every broken piece belongs to him.

Nia never got into any trouble, she never hung around the wrong crowd. All she did was focus on school and her future. Until Caine came into her life and made it better in more ways than she ever knew she needed. This is a love story! And don't be frightened by the length. The smut, tension and everything you can think of is THERE. You don't want to miss.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐄𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝...𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭," 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝. Born into a world of wealth, privilege, and expectations, there's Eira Thorsen, a talented ballerina with dreams of securing a place at one of the world's top dance companies. Her life is a carefully curated performance-perfect hair, impeccable posture, and her unspoken drive to succeed. Her passion is her poison and it is only a matter of time before it kills her and behind that polished and impeccably orchestrated veneer of hers, lies a yearning for something real, something unfiltered. "𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐙𝐞𝐤𝐞. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮," 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝. Ezekiel Beckett is a different story. Smart with the side of an addiction. Smoking, the only way he knows how to cope, his home away from home, the only way he can deal with his life crumbling before his eyes. Ezekiel is the exact opposite of Eira, broke, struggling to make ends meet and look after his sister all whilst stuck in a constant spiral of a habit he couldn't seem to break or escape despite his wit shining through the haze of his addiction. His rough edges and turbulent life seem worlds away from Eira's poised existence but somehow, they make do. 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬. Later... 𝐒𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨.

Kiara Hendrix walked away from the only man she ever loved because loving him meant losing herself. When Yurii Bolosh became Pakhan of the Fedorov Bratva, the man she loved disappeared behind silence, blood, and an obsession that consumed him: uncovering the truth behind his familys' deaths. The higher he rose, the further he slipped from her grasp. He stopped choosing her. Stopped letting her in. So she chose herself. She walked away before his hunt for justice buried them both. But Yurii never stopped searching, not for answers, and most especially not for her. Now, pulled back into the same orbit by loyalty, the marriage of their bestfriends, and unfinished love, Kiara finds herself face to face with the man she left behind. He's more powerful. More dangerous. And still undone by her presence. She knows she should stay away. Because Yurii Bolosh does not love in halves. He never has. What he gives, he gives with teeth, with blood in his mouth and devotion. And that terrifies her. He tells her he will respect her distance. That he understands why she left. That he will not touch, will not ask, will not beg. But restraint has never been his strength. And as the past claws its way to the surface and vengeance inches closer to becoming reality, Kiara must decide what frightens her more: Walking away from the man who still knows her heart like the back of his hand. Or staying long enough to find out whether she was the one meant to save him from himself or if she was always destined to be the thing he would lose last.

Nyla Monroe knows better than to trust a man like Kairo Bennett because he was tied to everything she should avoid. But the harder they fight their connection, the deeper it pulls them in. When buried family secrets begin to surface, Nyla realizes the man she's falling for may be connected to the one betrayal she'll never forgive.

"Love can find you, where you least expect it"