"What would you like me to play; The violin or your pussy?" • • • He lived on the street. They called him a tramp. He slept with trash and found his meals in the garbage. Nobody knew who he was. Melody knew the moment she met him, something about him was off. Something about him was missing. Impassive and unpredictable, he always lurked around, his hulking figure a wandering question mark on the streets of New York. But give him a violin and watch him play...

When Rocio's boyfriend invites his best friend on their trip to Ibiza, she thinks nothing of it--until his smoking hot body makes her think again. ***** The summer before her last year of university, Rocio plans a romantic, drama-free vacation to Ibiza with her boyfriend Axel. But nothing goes according to plan when their party of two becomes a party of six, and when Axel invites his best friend Levi--who Rocio has never met--on the trip. Because Levi is everything that Axel isn't: he's charming, flirtatious, and rocks a sexy Australian accent just as easily as a six pack. But as Rocio continues to deny their instant, irresistible connection, she can't help but wonder...what's the worst that could happen if she gave in to temptation? All she has to do is kiss Levi to find out . . . Content/Trigger Warning: contains references to sexual assault. [[word count: 60,000-70,000 words]]

"I could nibble at your nose... or at your ear... or at your lips... or..." • • • It's December, and Jack Frost has just come to town. Literally. Summer is one of those people who hates winter. Not just because she was named after the opposite season, but because she hated the cold with a burning passion. But when a stunning man with silver hair, frosty blue eyes and a jovial charm walks into her coffee shop, ordering an iced caramel macchiato with extra ice, she suddenly finds it hard to hate the cold. Especially when (despite his constant cold hands) he always seems to burn her with his touch. Something seems off about him, and Summer is not mistaken. Jack Frost is known for bringing on the cold, but Summer is about to learn that he sure as hell knows how to turn on the heat, too.

Conner Rogers: Hot, athletic, and popular, with an ego the size of the Empire State Building. Selena Rider: Clumsy, uncoordinated-and-most-definitely-not-athletic, and sarcastic, with an unfortunate affinity for making self destructive life decisions. Against all odds, Selena and Conner have remained best friends longer than either can even recall, joined at the hip and constantly searching for adventure. Or trouble. Or both. Until puberty kicks in, and BAM!, they go from being best friends for life, to best friends with benefits. No one else knows, for now anyways, and keeping it that way will prove more of a challenge than expected. The two will have to deal with the fact, that the things they want, are sometimes the things that they never expected to want. There's a test of devotion and friendship approaching them, and no one is certain that they will make it out with their hearts in one piece. After all, best friends are forever. Right? UNDER MASSIVE CONSTRUCTION! So if things aren't making any sense, it's because I've been going back and editing everything XD

"Never underestimate the power of a decent vocabulary." • • • Imagine if you could hear everything your neighbor did on the other side of the wall. Cook - clean - masturbate? Detective Russell Crane quickly deducts that the wall in his new apartment is surprisingly thin. And that his female neighbor has a fondness of vibrators. How much would you listen to? And more importantly; How would you react if you heard your neighbor moan your name after having just met her once?

"We could be more than just friends, Soph." • • • He was a player with the brain of a genius. She was his best friend, the only one who could resist his charm. And yet... - Hold on to your panties, because a genius is loose.

"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?

"Guns and sex... that's what you are." • • • Rya Wilkins is a top trained agent, working under the orders of the president of USA. Her job involves brutal interrogations, dangerous undercover CIA work, and killing people who pose a threat to their nation. - And a threat like that just so happens to come in the form of a lethal and dangerously handsome Italian agent, who managed to break into the CIA and steal confidential information. It is now Rya's job to retrieve that information and stop the goddamn mischievous, sexy, son of a-I'm-going-to-make-your-body-explode-in-more-ways-than-one agent and bring him into custody. But there's a thin line between hatred and love - and that line turns out to be Rya's thong.

(Book #5 out of Best Friend Series) ______________________________ "Nina." I halt in my steps, moving away from Jace as he walks closer to me with a thunderous expression. "Jace?" I question, still backing away from the man in front of me. The Best Friend of my boyfriend. "Be quiet," he demands softly, his eyes on mine in a dangerous, predatory way that has my insides quivering. So wrong. I want to speak again, but his body is so close to mine now. He pushes into me, ever closer than before and I suck in a shaky breath. He's so close that I can feel his body heat sizzling against my chest. I feel my face flush. "We can't," my voice cracks. Get it together, Nina! "I don't care," he growls, pushing me against the wall until I'm fully pressed to the cool material. His forearms glue themselves beside my head, his face only centimeters from my own, and his hips pin me in place. "I'm sick of trying to ignore it, Nina. I'm sick of seeing you with him, seeing his fucking lips on yours." "Jace-" "They should be my lips, Nina." His voice grows quiet. "They always should have been." I don't get a chance to respond this time, not like it would've changed anything, because his mouth is on mine. That's not the worst part. The worst part is me closing my eyes and giving in. Worst mistake yet. WARNING: sexual content, explicit content, violence, swearing and drugs. Read at own risk!