"How is it that when your chest is against mine, that even though our hearts don't beat the same, and your breath exhales when I inhale. I feel as though we are in sync. You move left when I move right, you begin your sentence as I end mine. Your lips close as mine part." He says as his eyes move from my frozen wide eyes to where he holds my hands above my head. With every breath he takes I feel my body react in sync, the way I can still feel every touch and caress he has drawn out along my body, the invisible mark like my own personal tattoo. "Say you're mine." He breaths down my neck, the heat of him encasing me as he holds me in his own way, I feel the tingle of his kiss under my ear, against the join of my neck and shoulder as he begins to cover my skin in kisses. "Say it." He purrs against my ear and draws back so he can look into my hooded dark eyes. "I'm yours." I whisper. And in that moment I know I have got myself stuck in something I may never be able get out of. I had been completely and utterly owned by Grayson Nolan. ********************************************************************************************* So this story is a little dash of bad boy, a little dash of business man, tattoos and seduction (so there will be a few hot and heavy scenes) and lots of possessive alpha male syndrome going on.... so please give it a try and let me know what you think! There will be sexual scenes so please read with caution!

A young girl is lost between the conscious and subconscious world. One mans obssession can bring her back, but is she better off where she's at???????

[Edited Version ● Alternate Ending] "I will savour every part of your body; every nook and every cranny. I will make you feel like my last meal. And I will do it with your husband in the next room." Sofia's breathing became ragged. She held the stupid cookbook to her chest like a lifesaver, but she couldn't stop her heart bashing against it. And Vaughn? His hand had somehow slipped up the hem of her dress... (Cover by @ilovepizaaaa)

"I'm a stripper, not a prostitute." I say as he slowly pushes me against the wall. "Not much of a difference now a days." He says, raising an eyebrow. "You bastard. I don't even know why I wasted my time with you." I say through grit teeth. "Cause you can't deny a good fuck and lucky for you I can't either. Keep the fucking money or I'm going to take you on the wall and not care who walks in." He challenges. "Even your wife?" I ask quietly. "Even my wife. Now what do you say?" He finalizes. I inhale deeply and narrow my gaze on him. "I swear to God, I loathe you." I murmur. He smirks, "Feelings are mutual." He says grinning and I crash my lips onto mine. Coming in August 2013

Open your minds, not your wet lips down there.

[Edited Version] "We only read erotica," Fiona said with a straight face. "Come again?" I asked, clutching my copy of Jane Eyre to my chest. I suddenly felt like a girl who'd come to a fancy-dress party dressed as herself. "Oh, come on, Janelle," Fiona smiled, pulling my hand and leading me into the room. The light in the library was dimmed to a dull glow, and then I heard a man's voice reading: "I entered her from behind, squeezing the taut skin of her buttocks and driving myself even deeper, until..." Somewhere in the dark, I heard moans of pleasure and the unmistakable yowl of a climax... [Cover by @headfullofstars]

[Slow update ] I have a wild fantasy when i'm bored. And 90% of them are always perverted. So I thought "why the hell not?" and bam, this book was born. Copyright © LadyAriya , 2015