Revenge. I'm familiar with it. You have to be when you're the firstborn son of a notorious mafia leader. Death and vengeance have been the very foundations of my life. So who in their fucking mind would be stupid enough to cross me? My brother and I have been wrongfully convicted of a crime we didn't commit. We know who is behind this. We bid our time behind bars, planned and prepared for the day we got out. Now we're free and hungry for redemption. I know what must be done. I know whose blood will be spilled. But before I go after him, I'll go after his daughter. I never said I play fair. *Book one in the Marino Brothers Duet. Rated 18+ due to explicit language, sex, and violence.*

Blanche lives her life trouble-free, but it doesn't stop trouble from finding her. On her first night out in NYC as a free woman, she garners the attention of a mysterious, troublesome stranger, who makes her forget about her previous life. Hunter is never alone, but he is eternally lonely. The woman he has loved for years has gone away with another man, leaving Hunter bereft and heart-broken. Living in a city with millions of people, and thousands of single women has its perk, if only a temporary one. The two meet, keeping their own secrets from each other, and ignoring the shadows of their pasts; nonetheless, they share a passionate night together. But what happens when that night creates consequences the two do not expect? ***This story contains MATURE CONTENTS. It is ideal for readers 18 years old and over***

Warning: Mature content *Unedited version* This is a re-imagined story of our favourite girl in the hood. Little red riding hood isn't so little anymore. Mildred "Red" Thorne is the hottest tattoo artist in New York City. After the big, bad Wolfe Wainright stumbles into her studio during one of his drunken nights, she can't shake off thoughts of him. She's a hopeless romantic, and he's your typical hot, billionaire and womanizer. After their next morning sober encounter, he insists that he must have her, and he is willing to do just about anything to make it happen... Even possibly fall in love. Will Red accept? *****For 18+ readers, some chapters contain scenes of sexual nature, rude language and offensive tattoos. ***Unedited First Draft***

Two teenagers, Two completely different personalities, And one white washed location. ----- #104 in teen fiction: 03/11/2016 #44 in short story: 11/07/2017 ----- Detailed synopsis inside.

M A T U R E C O N T E N T #1 in Romance 12/22/18 "Do you feel that?" He said quietly next to my ear. I struggled as more tears stained my cheeks. "The tingles..." I froze at his words, "I feel it too." "I don't know w-what you're talking about." A small gasp left my lips when his mouth stopped inches from my neck. "Don't lie." He half whispered against my skin. My body melted into his in a way that I couldn't comprehend. His very touch halted every fiber in my body from resisting. He had me, whether I liked it or not, we were two halves of something greater.

I watched as it suddenly stopped its eyes continuing to stare into mine as if it was looking directly into my soul. I couldn't look away from its brown eyes despite the fear that seemed to consume my entire being. The sound of bones breaking and snapping filled the air whilst the wolf began to growl. I felt my eyes widen even more as the wolf began to shake and slowly change until a human was crouching down in its place. There tanned back on display as they stood to their full height completely naked. "Mine."

Copyrighted 2017 *Completed* Highest rankings: #6 in Werewolf #1 in Wolves #3 in Featured He was said to be powerful, the most powerful of them all. A king of kings- a dark king. Complete control. He needed it- thrived on it. He was power, he was dark, and he was beautiful. They say he was a descendant of the first wolves- of shapeshifters so fierce they could kill with barely a glance. He was respected, revered. Feared. The King of the North. And we were the idiots sneaking into his territory. *Not your typical werewolf book* --please reframe from hateful comments directed at me or other readers who enjoy the story. *This book has no sexually mature scenes and is PG-13* *This book has nothing to do with The Game of Thrones, and is not a fanfic of any kind*

C O M P L E T E D In which a Puerto Rican woman with a strong exterior (and a rather weak interior) learns that her past yields no power over her, and she can learn to love the man that she just wants to fuck. ~*~ Published: 12/09/2016 Cover: _salacious

*Book one in the Hell's Company series* Lucifer was the brightest angel in Heaven, But in service of God, he was condemned to darkness. After thousands of years, the darkness took root inside him. ~ Ammi is a flame no one can extinguish Forged from God's holy fire to combat his darkness. A gift made for Lucifer. ~ He clucked his tongue disparagingly, shaking his head, "Tell me your full name." I groaned, running a hand down my face. "Fine. But I'm not explaining it to you." His face told me that I would if he wanted me to, but I soldiered on. "My full first name is Amirykal. Happy?" I muttered. His reaction took me completely by surprise. He blinked slowly at first, processing, then his face split into a wide grin and he threw back his head and laughed uproariously. I was hit with a wave of arousal at the sound of it-it was rumbling and husky, heating me up at the core. "What's so funny?" I grumbled, sure he was laughing at my expense. He looked down, that gorgeous grin still on his chiseled face, showcasing his lovely white teeth. "Oh, Kitten. Your name, Amirykal, do you know its meaning?" He asked, his voice sensual and erotic as he spoke my name. "No-I was found with that name." I answered struggling to keep my voice even as he slowly approached, like a predator would his prey. "Well, Love, I'll tell you. Amirykal means 'gift', or, more exactly, 'a gift from God'." He purred as he got closer and closer, so there was barely a foot between us. "And why is that funny?" I had a very hard time focusing on the conversation at hand with him at this proximity, using that lovely tone. "Because, Amirykal, I am Lucifer. And God made you to be mine." *HIGHEST RANKS*: #1 in Paranormal #2 in Supernatural #7 in Werewolf* *Takes many liberties on Biblical stories and has graphic violence and adult content. Please do not read if such things offend you.*