Our pasts have a funny way of haunting us, sometimes as ghosts in your mind and sometimes right in front of your face. Alex Belkov would do anything for Anora. Anything. All for a woman who didn't even recognize him. • • • Whoever said love makes you do crazy things was fucking right. And I wasn't even mad at it. If anything I felt a sick sense of relief as I beat the man bloody- finally putting a bullet through his thick head. I had killed before. On the job you know, when it had to come to that. As a detective now I wasn't out on the field like I used to be. But I sure still knew my way around a 9mm. This wasn't exactly so different either. It was for justice- but my own justice. Her justice.

Disclaimer: Mature Audience Only This book is specifically designed to be viewed by adults and therefore may be unsuitable for children under 17. This book may contain one or more of the following: crude indecent language, explicit sexual activity, or graphic violence. Isaac and Jessica were head over heals in love with each other, to the point that they were planning their wedding, talking about starting a family, and moving in together. That all changed when Jessica met, Alexander, Isaac's father. Alexander captivated her body, mind, and soul. He demanded her attention, her love, her innocence until nothing else in this world mattered to her, but him. "Once upon a time I loved Isaac, once upon a time he was everything to me, but over a few short months he no longer meant anything at all. It wasn't intentional, to fall in love with my fiancee father, but I could never regret it. He mesmerized me to the point where I tossed my morals to the wind and prayed for guidance. I craved him, I ached for him, I needed all of him. Alexander was off limits, in more ways than one, but that wouldn't stop the fire that burned between us. Our souls demanded to be one, how could we fight against fate?" How far will they go to be in each other's arms? Read to see how this tragic love story unfolds. "Touch yourself for me," he breathed. With a shaky hand, I slowly moved my hand down in between my breast, venturing lower. My breathing hitched as he spread my legs wider. His smoldering eyes hypnotized by my traveling hand. A soft moan escaped my lips as a brushed over my soaked panties. "Take them off." He demanded. I didn't even give it a second thought before removing them. Handing them to him, he brought my panties to his nose and inhaled deeply. Hungrily he stared at me. Bare and open to his lustful eyes. "Please," he begged. UNDERGOING MAJOR EDITING/REVISION. -I do not own the rights to these images. © Copyright all rights reserved

After losing her grandmother and her home, Mara takes a job as a housemaid for a wealthy couple. The mistress treats her cruelly, but the master is kind-too kind. As Mara and Alexander's forbidden connection grows, dark secrets begin to surface. Will she break free or remain trapped in velvet chains? ------------------------------------------------------------------ He settled between my thighs, kissing a line down my stomach, tongue flicking, teasing. He paused, looking up at me with a wicked grin. "God, you're perfect," he said. "And you're gonna let me ruin you, aren't you?" I moaned, already halfway undone. Then his mouth was on me-hot, greedy, devastating. His tongue parted me with sinful precision, slow and thorough like he had all the time in the goddamn world. Each flick, each swirl was calculated, torturously perfect, like he'd studied exactly how to undo me. He groaned into me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my core. One strong hand gripped my thigh, fingers digging in possessively as I writhed beneath him, helpless against the onslaught. "Fuck, Mara," he murmured against me, his voice low and reverent, like prayer wrapped in filth. "You taste like heaven and sin. So fucking sweet. So wet for me." I whimpered, hips lifting involuntarily, chasing his mouth. "That's it, baby," he growled, licking a slow, deliberate stripe up my slit. "Grind on my face. Show me how bad you want it."

19 year old, Sophie chambers lives with her short-tempered father and step-mom. The family have a worryingly small amount of money and a large debt to a man who has an especially twitchy finger on the trigger. Sophie's father and step-mom finally come to a "smart conclusion' of a quick way to pay up their mistakes, and this was by selling their daughter to one of the most dangerous and feared Mafia. After, the Italian capo, Damon, the man who could not control and get Sophie to be the submissive he wants he puts her back on the market to someone that isn't the most kindest man in the game. A man who desires Sophie in worst kind of way. What will happen next?

Chantay Pierre is new to Montana, from the big city. She never imagine she would find so much peace in the country. She was ready to start her new life and leave the past in the past, but when she bumps into an unexpected cold cowboy. Things happen. Xavier Lee, born and raised in Montana was always deemed as cold. He didn't know if it was resting bitch face or huge body build. Not being respected as a cowboy due to his ethnicity he struggles to fit in and get his ranch up and running.

She was hired to clean his home, not unravel his heart.Dante lives in a world of violence, power, and control. Amore doesn't belong there-but neither does her softness.Still, something about her quiet defiance draws him in.Secrets fester, danger looms, and love becomes the riskiest game. As enemies close in, desire turns dead. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• His teeth graze my jawline as he growls low in his throat. "Beg prettier." "Please, Dante... I need it. I want you to make me cum...please." My voice cracks, desperate now. Finally, he chuckles, a dark, dangerous sound that sends heat pooling low in my belly. "Good girl." Without warning, he lets my legs drop from around his waist. I barely have time to catch my breath before his hands grip my thighs, spreading them wide as he drops to his knees in front of me. "Keep those pretty legs open." He commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. Then his mouth is on me. I gasp, my hands flying to his hair as his tongue flicks over my clit, sending shockwaves through my body. He groans against me, the vibrations making my knees threaten to buckle. "Oh-fuck... yes." I moan, my hips rocking instinctively. His hands grip my thighs tighter, keeping me pinned against the wall as he devours me like a man starved. His tongue moves with devastating precision, switching between slow, teasing licks and fast, relentless strokes that make my head spin. "Such a mess already." He growls against me. "You taste so fucking good." My fingers tug at his hair, my body trembling as I feel the orgasm building fast and hard. "Dante, I'm gonna-" "Not yet." he said, pulling back just enough to blow cool air on my throbbing clit. "I'll tell you when you're allowed." "Please, I'm so close..." I whimper, hips rolling. "You'll wait." His tongue dives back in, and this time, he doesn't hold back. The pace is brutal, unrelenting.

+18 Igor patted his thigh-slow, deliberate. "Come here," he said, voice thick with amusement. "Sit on my lap. You look tense." Etta stood her ground, she didn't want him to win. His smirk deepened "You want to see what happens when I ask again?" **** When Etta agrees to a spontaneous trip to Russia with her best friend, she expects snow, sightseeing, and maybe a little adventure-not to be hunted down by a brooding, relentless police officer with icy dark grey eyes and a claim that burns. Igor doesn't ask. He takes. And from the moment he sees her... she's his. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, NASTY sexual scenes, Reader discretion is advised.

Ciara has always been viewed as less than because of her skin color. King Nolan of Respiria has always been viewed as a monster. When they cross paths a friendship is formed, but is Nolan feeling something more? Will he ever tell her if he is? Respiria is a mature book, please continue with caution.

"Fuck." I whisper to myself, as I try and pull my hips away and she just presses them back to her and I bite my lip to keep my moans from falling out. "Tiana, you should stop or I won't be able to control what happens next." I've been on edge all day and the way she's moving and looking at me right now isn't helping my situation at the moment." --------------------------------------------------------------------- Tiana Thimble has been caught up in a thunderstorm in the woods after getting lost. Frustrated, she screams and that draws Mark's attention. He takes her back to his cabin, to wait out the storm. Will love possibly bloom from this situation? Or will Tiana end up regretting taking Mark's help? Find out in 'The Cabin.'

Meilani Reed is the loud outgoing friend, she bought the life and joy to her college friend group. All of her friends took a different path after college, some even indulging in Illegal activities. Like Trent who not only is book smart, but street smart...he didn't have family so when he met his friends they became family...except Meilani. He tries to balance his activities and his friends, while keeping it a secret.