Love and marriage has it's problems but for a couple truly in love their is one thing it should never have. A fire that can be distinguished. Remember to keep the fire lit and enjoy what you have because in the end nothing is hotter than a fire, love and passion that know no bounds.

She's a nerdy geek and he's her erotic dream....

(Cover by: tianajade) There is a tradition in his family. A tradition in which every male in his bloodline has kidnapped the woman they intend to claim as their own. A tradition that Rafe has yet to follow. Enter Skylar Thomas. For three months since her eighteenth birthday Skylar's been having dreams, dreams her grandmother claims will lead her to the man Sky is meant to spend the rest of her life with. What happens, though, when the man of her dreams turns out to be the man held accountable for her older brother's death six months ago?

"Say it" he growled in my ear pulling my head back by my hair. He slowed down his entire body and I whimpered in protest. "No" I sobbed, I didn't want to g down, at least not like this. "All you have to do is say it" he whispered in my ear. I wiggled my body and tried to get some type of action, but I only made it worst, keeping me on the edge. "SAY IT!" he yelled. "Fine! I'm yours, no one else can have me" I whimpered, and he whispered the one word that changed my life. "Come" WARNING!!! I am currently editing this book, chapters might be missing.

Ricky moved closer to Nadia on the couch, and slowly pressed his lips to her soft luscious mouth. Heat and passion rolled over her private part has he deepened the kiss, tasting her sweet tongue. She went under the spell of the kiss, and surprisingly, she did not make any attempt to push him off. She had dream about this moment since she hit hormones. She strapped her hands around his neck to get more of him and pressed her body hard against his. She might get embarrassed about that later, but right now, she didn't give a care in the world except for the delicious mouth she was kissing. Nothing ever felt so right at this moment; she belonged here in this world. Even his brain went blank by kissing his childhood friend, which should have felt very wrong, but wow, it felt the opposite. He pulled at the zipper of her dress and pulls it down her gorgeous legs, hungry for the feel of her hot skin. His muscles tight again her bra, his sheer size aroused against her feminine sensuality. An animal-like sound made its way out of his throat and he dragged her into his lap. Breaking the kiss he asks, "Should I keep going or stop right there?"

Remember that story from Hercules? The story of Meg and how she sold her soul to Hades? We kind of did the same thing... See, I loved this guy named Drew but he was dying. Desperately, I asked help from this man and he promised me that Drew would live-- as long as I agreed to his bargain. Dumb as a rock, I accepted his offer. Then it turns out Drew loved another girl. So here I am in the 'Underworld', rotting and heart-broken, because what I gave, in exchange for Drew's life, was my soul.

In a school where every student, both male and female, is obsessed about a certain person called Evan Morris, its hard to resist the urge to follow the crowd. But Rose Carter is resisting and has won, until Evan himself decides to meet her. What happens when he tries to make Rose fall in love with him? And in that process, what if Evan finds out something about himself that will eventually harm himself, Rose and everybody else around him?

(Cover by: KaraRobinson) (Warning: Sexual Content) “You know the truth now, Olivia.” Thane's voice was grave, the cool mask he always wore back in place. “There's just one question, Liv.” Adrian started but they both finished the statement in that odd way they always had. “Can you handle it?” I swallowed, lips parting soundlessly. Could I? Olivia Deveraux has been able to lean on Adrian McNamara and Thane Montgomery for as long as she can remember. Since they were in diapers the two have appointed themselves her personal bodyguards, but the friendship they've built over the years goes much deeper. When the two boys she's trusted with her life for too many years drop not one, but two, bombshells on her in one day, though, the secrets they've kept from her threaten to ruin the very foundation of everything Olivia's always believed in. She's struggling enough with coming to terms with the feelings the two of them bring forth in her, adding the Supernatural to that just makes finding her footing with her two best-friends even more difficult. ~Ménage à Trois... With A Twist: Book One~

Kitana is a recent high school graduate with ex-boyfriend problems. She has a plan, though; after the summer ends she will move away for college, and will NOT return home until she has graduated. Avory is the Prince of Vampires and he detests all humans. His parents however order him to make young Kitana fall in love with him. They banish him, and he cannot return home with out the girl, and she must go willingly. Will Avory be able to accomplish his mission so that he can return home? What happens when Kitana's ex-boyfriend steps back into the picture? Will Avory's self righteous attitude, his arrogance, and rage get the best of him? What happens at the end of the summer?

He kissed me hard then and I screamed into his kiss as my eyes welled with tears of pain that I had never before felt. The rest of the night passed by in a, slight, haze, but I remembered everything. I remembered everything I did to him and everything he did to me. I woke up the next morning in complete pain. Not only did I have a massive hangover, but every movement my body made hurt. I was alone in my bed, save for a note, on the pillow next to me. I grabbed it and read it. I'm sorry about last night. I should have known better. You're a pretty girl and I apologize for taking advantage of you. I paid for you to be able to stay here for a week after your stay was supposed to be. If you don't want to, just take the money. Again, I'm really sorry. -Keegan Lux Realization sunk in. My name wasn't even on the card, because I doubt he really even remembered. I cried, and I cried hard. I was 23 and in L.A. by accident. ** I awoke to a small set of hands shaking my shoulder. My pillow was wet. I had cried in my sleep. I looked from the tiny hands, to the flock of blonde hair. "Mommy, you were crying in your sleep again." "I'm sorry baby," I said as I mustered up the courage to sit up in my bed and look at my two year old son, without crying my eyes out. He was a splitting image of his father. "Where's your sister?" Did I mention he was a twin? "She's trying to turn the TV on in the living room, mommy."