"Don't touch me, darling. Not unless you suddenly want to find yourself with my cock in your mouth." • • • Sins come in all shapes and sizes, but she never expected it to come in the shape of him. He was what you called a Sinner; His touch made you sin in every biblical way possible. One touch was all it took; one catastrophic sin. Cara had always lived the virtuous life as a faithful Catholic. She never expected her life to be abruptly turned upside down when she yelled at a rude man with sinfully wandering hands. But when you've lived your whole life as a saint and start to mess with a Sinner, you're bound to do something bad; You are bound to (do) Sin.

Brooke is a hardheaded, blunt, champion boxer who hasn't lost a fight and doesn't take no for an answer. when her Bestfriend Evanley brings her to a BDSM club things end turning out wrong. she meets billionaire club owner who's looking for a new sub. will she submit to him? or will he give up everything to submit to her? Don't copy my books!! EXCERPT below!!! I smooth my hands over my dress. He's wearing a black suit with a black tie. He looks... nice... or whatever. Him eye-fucking me is really starting to get under my skin. I grab my backpack that's at the bottom of the stage, I don't plan in staying in these clothes but I'll wear them until I can get a chance to change. I narrow my eyes and approach him in a cautious but bitter manor. He gets the picture because he plasters a triumph smirk on his face. That fucker. "What are you doing here leach" my words are like acid hopefully hinting that I don't want him to be here. "I can't get a hello from my date? You look beautiful" his eyes roam up and down my body and I stiffen. The muscles in my stomach tighten and I swallow the lump in my throat. I agree I do look nice. I'm wearing a cream colored dress that's open in the back. There's a thigh high split that's a little too far up for my liking but its fine. I put my hair up in a ponytail but it looks nice I guess. "So where are we doing this?" I question, ready to get this thing over with. "Dinner sounds good to me, ready baby?" he stretches out his hand which I reluctantly take. He pulls me to him and snakes his hand around my back to clasp my waist. "Your skin is so soft love" he purrs in my ear. "I'm not your baby I'm not your love or whatever other cute names you want to call me, and keep the touching to a minimal" he chuckles and leads me out side to a black Porsche that's waiting for him. So he's got money. I can see where the cockiness comes from.

Isabella Stanford never thought that one day she would have the Playboy Billionaire hottie for a guardian but did when her parents died in a tragic accident and left him with that responsibility. Now, ten years later, she discovers that the big crush she had always had for the badboy was still very much alive and he was igniting more than curiosity from her. After the death of his partner, Liam Vergil was shocked to discover that he was granted guardianship for his partner's sole daughter. The last thing he needed was for a child to enter his glamorous life...until he laid his eyes on her and something engraved deep inside him. There was nothing more he wanted than to protect and cherish this young woman.

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*

He had spent centuries with only himself for company, he fed, tortured and killed that was his life and he liked it that way, until she came along and stirred something in him, something he couldn't and wouldn't accept. “If I were you I’d keep that stake sharp. Don’t expect anymore visits like this, next time I come I expect you to use that thing,” he told her pointing to the stake on the bed, and then he was gone.

"You're mine, Leanna." His lips brushed against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. Blinking multiple times, I tried to pull away from his strong grasp. "Don't run away because you won't be able to escape." He growled and purposely bit my earlobe. "O-Owen, let me go." I muttered, trying to fight the attraction for this person. He chuckled obviously noticing my inner turmoil. The room was pitch black and I couldn't even his face which was right in front of me. There was an obvious question that hung in the air though. It was 1 in the morning and Owen didn't belong here, so what exactly was he doing here.... what were his intentions.

Bailey? Well she can be a complete mystery sometimes. She does gymnastics and loves to box with her older brothers. But what happens when Hunter, her best friend, introduces her to the gang.

Cassandra Lowe's parents seem to be always working, making them leave behind their two children with relatives far more then they would like. When Cassie's father gets a call for him and his wife to take a trip to Australia, thousands of miles away from their children. They accept the offer but know they can't leave their seventeen and eight year old with their grandmother since she was recently bedridden. The couple decide to intrust Cassandra to watch after her little brother with the help from an assistant caretaker who would make daily trips to see them. The pair was pleased with their arrangements, but when the sitter is late the couple must leave before meeting the woman who will be taking care of their children for the next week. With slight hesitation, the couple leave, boarding a plane, assuming the elderly lady would arrive sooner or later, but little did they know they hired a dangerous psychopath killer named Harry Styles. Will Cassandra and Ben escape the harmful hands of their psychotic sitter? Or has he already set his eyes on the young and pure Cassandra...? -COMPLETED- • NO TRANSLATIONS • Description updated on 1/29/17 Highest Ranks: #11 FanFiction #16 Mystery/Thriller Editor : @GrumpyKatx Cover by: @navigate Trailer by: @cuddlingashton Copyright© 2014 _Discovered_

Book 1 James Bail is a drug lord. Didn't take shit from no one. He is collecting a dept. but the man has nothing but his daughter, so James takes her as collateral until the man can pay of his dept. Grim Santos (reaper), wild child with a mouth of a sailor. She likes to have fun, enjoy things in the moment no matter what the consequences are. She is a family person, she would do anything for her family. Mature language Sexual language A lot of cussing!

"I was so surprised when I saw her red hair that day. I didn't have anybody with red hair in my family. So I figured she got that feature from him. And I found out years later when he needed me to pick up his mother from the airport. Her hair was red like fire, too beautiful to be fake. Just like my little Emma's."