When Sherlock Holmes is being assigned to teach a class in his brother's University, the devoted rationalist finds himself drawn to a similarly-aged student who outsmarts him with every chance she gets. When Moriarty peeks into their lives and wants both Sherlock's and Rhea's head on a silver-plated tray, they need to make sure that the bishop does not madden the entire chess board. 🎓 🎓 🎓 "I wanted her to witness the pleasure of slow, teasing motions. My lips placed butterfly kisses all over her arched jaw, and the corner of her Cupid's bow. The rising of her chest increased, as the up-and-down swinging of her bust invited me to join the fever of anticipation. Taking over her in an excruciatingly slow manner was burdensome even for me. Possessing self-control was utterly useless and I found myself disrobing it with no second thoughts. I crashed my lips to hers and devoured the sweet madness of her flesh, nibbling every inch of her moist skin." 🎓 🎓 🎓 Copyright 2016 DocendoDiscimus Cover by @cakebakinq

"Come to sit on my lap again?" • • • It's that time of the year again, and people are all waiting for Santa to come by with their presents. Hazel is living a humdrum life in her small hometown, doing nothing in particular when a certain Santa Claus asks her if she wants to sit on his lap. Brown eyes, chocolate hair and abs carved like stone, Nick is nothing like the traditional Santa you know, yet he still straps on the beard and red suit. In town for just the season, Hazel slowly discovers there's more to Nick Saint than what meets the eye. Peeling back one layer at a time (like a Christmas present) she uncovers what truly lies beneath that red suit of his and finds herself in shock at the result. As the saying goes... Santa smirks because he knows where all the naughty girls live... And he was smirking at Hazel.

[Explicit Content] Jo Bennett is an apathetic college student by day and a highly skilled spy by night. She uses sex to get what she wants and alcohol to numb her feelings. She's perfectly content with the status quo and has no intention of looking backwards... until painful ghosts from her past come looking for her. When Jo's long lost brother and childhood love break into her apartment, her carefully constructed double life begins to fall apart, piece by piece. Kidnapped by her brother's enemies whose end game is to kill them both, Jo has to employ every trick in the book to make it out alive. The question is, will it be enough? WARNING: This book contains sex (and lots of it), violence, strong language, and drug and alcohol use.

Sequel to Cliché. In which two familiar people never really want whatever relationship they have left to end. And the other younger two don't know how to start.

She wore her collection of sins on her skin.

"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?

Sequel to The Styles Effect (Must read The Styles Effect first if you haven't before reading this one)

Is it cheating if it's the same man but different personalities. Date started: 2/04/17 Date finished: never lmao sucks to suck

"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.

She claimed that she could see his true colors. But the only color he ever knew were the red of his assignments. -Cover made by @Tonii