𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖆, 𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖓, 𝖉𝖊𝖘·𝖎·𝖉𝖊·𝖗𝖎·𝖆 [𝖉𝖊𝖘-𝖎-𝖉𝖊𝖊𝖗-𝖊𝖊-𝖚𝖍]. [Plural of Desiderium] 𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖓, 𝖕𝖑𝖚𝖗𝖆𝖑 𝖉𝖊𝖘·𝖎·𝖉𝖊·𝖗𝖎·𝖆 [𝖉𝖊𝖘-𝖎-𝖉𝖊𝖊𝖗-𝖊𝖊-𝖚𝖍]. 𝖆𝖓 𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖆𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖙.

He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.

To create. That's what Gianna Alexie wanted to do ever since she was a little Gia. After graduating college, the woman vowed to create a book for the world to love, though she knew she'll be needing help. Help came in the form of her mentor, Keenan Travino, a man more than a decade her senior with thin patience, a love for cigarettes and bourbon, and as many issues as the clever tricks up his sleeves. - COMPLETED BUT UNEDITED - 1ST DRAFT - PAPERBACK NOW AVAILABLE

I watched his stormy grey eyes stare back at my ocean blue orbs, and in that tiny moment I felt like I belonged to someone and something, and that someone belonged to me. He brought his head up to my lips and sat inches away from my mouth. I could feel his breath on my peach lips only making my mouth water and my eyes flutter close. I welcomed his passionate kiss that lay before me; he belonged to me after all. "WHAT THE FUCK!!!" Oh and did I mention that he rejected me in high school, and soon after I left the pack, he claimed another she wolf who also happens to be my ex-best friend?! No? FML.

The Perfect Recipe For Love: One imprisoned Mafia Don, Two spoonfuls of Sexiness, A pinch of Cockiness, And a pair of Handcuffs. All served with a healthy side of Sex.

Lonely and sexually frustrated, Lucille resorts to a more dangerous solution to her problem: an incubus. She summons a fatally handsome demon with an insatiable lust that Lucille may not be able to keep up with.

"You want me to be a genius or do you want me to fuck you?" • • • The Alexandrettia is the finest school in the state, known for producing the smartest, and most talented kids in America. 21 year old keen painter Mia Hanson managed to get a spot. She worked her whole life to get inside, to see the hallowed halls her biggest idols once walked through. But those very same halls gets vandalized one wild night, and the person responsible gets sentenced to do community service, working as a janitor to clean up his mess. With his brooding eyes, filthy mouth and body covered up in ink, Eli the type of guy you run away from; The type who only lives for the trouble; The type you just know packs a brain the size of a peanut. But when one of Fermat's biggest unsolved mathematical problems gets solved by an unknown source, rumors start as to who and where this genius might be... Well: Three guesses who?

𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴. 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮. 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙮𝙨. WARNING: This story will contain: graphic images, mature scenes, unhealthy relationships, age gaps, adult language, mental illnesses, self-harm / drugs, and dark content. All rights reserved, Copyright © 2020 by fxrgetmenot

BOOK ONE OF THE BLACK SERIES -- "Well, behalf of my dick, who cannot speak for himself," Kade said simply as he watched over my face, one of his eyebrows risen, "I would like to say for him that he doesn't care about my brother's feelings at this current moment - or his reaction to the photo." "Well, I do," I muttered, my sentence coming out muffled in my hands as they covered my face. "Do you know how this makes me look to the public eye? To be sleeping with my boyfriend's older brother?" "Look on the bright side, Em." I didn't even spare him a glance as I shook my head, grunting. "Emara, look at me." My hands were pulled away and Kade stared at me, his vibrant blue eyes twinkling and his dirty blonde hair covering his eyebrows. The sight of his effortless beauty made my hard glare slightly soften. "You know I won't tell him if he finds out, you know me," he mumbled to me, "but I'm not going to lie to him when he finds out and say that if I had the chance to change what we've been doing, I wouldn't - because I would do it again without a second thought."

❝Tell me a story, love.❞ In which, a slave girl tells a bloodthirsty king a story in exchange for her life. [07.15.16] all rights reserved ©2016