"...You're going to hate how much you love it." He told me. He whispered. And he made me foolishly forget my own name every time he touched me. But he was right. I hated how much I loved it. *** Dark, bruised, broken. Our words. Dark bruised and broken. Our souls. But she was still incandescent. Just like the first time I saw her, those vast and fervent eyes took me by surprise. Because in them... In them I realized a reflection of my own soul. She became my weakness; she became the chink in my armor. My undoing. She asked me, "Why do you put up with me?" I answered nothing. Perhaps I should've said the truth. Perhaps I should've told her that she was the light in my life. She was the fire... And I had been cold my whole life. ***

Danteous and Cole are hurt, Maxis is out on the loose, and Viviana cracked under the pressure. Will she fix those cracks to hunt the bastard down herself? Or will obstacles get in the way? Those she loves are fighting for their lives and she feels like she has to fight for hers, for the life she wants. This is the 3rd in the series. If you haven't read the other two then go find them on my page.

"It never seems to fail, the rich ones' panties are always soaked at the sight of a little ink and muscle." *** THIRD BOOK IN THE CARMICHAEL SERIES - MUST READ EITHER KNOX'S GIRL OR LEAGUE OF HER OWN (or both) TO UNDERSTAND!! "Have you learned your lesson about talking back yet, baby? Or do you need to find out why they really call me Scar?" Evangeline Carmichael has lived as sheltered of a life as one can. With two insanely overprotective brothers and an even worse father, it's no wonder she snuck around behind their backs to have a little fun. But after walking in on who she thought was her prince charming cheating on her, she's decided she's done staying inside her perfect little box - no, she wants to shatter it. Who better to do it with than a particular sinfully dangerous man? **I'm awful at summaries, so please don't judge the book off of this!** COPYRIGHT authorrunknown ALL RIGHTS RESERVED **WARNING: GRAPHIC LANGUAGE AND IMAGES - READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.** Cover by Loutka REACHED 1 MILLION ON 10/21/17

Mature Content [17+] Terribly good things await Alyssa when she lands a job as a spy. Even if infiltrating the Black Lair Clubhouse to steal a ring from the Lord of the Underworld is risky business. Three women have already lost their lives attempting such a feat but Alyssa is determined she will be the first to survive. There is just one problem. Dale has three close, notoriously dangerous men that protect him at all times. Imposing, armed and highly intelligent, the four gangsters together, are known as STRIKE. They lead the Gang of Shadows; where Misfits with mutated Gifts awarded by a Dooms Day now a century past, rebel against the Government in Frankincense City [FC]. Will Alyssa complete her mission for the government organisation who hired her... or will she take the other positively evil alternative? Because, STRIKE might just have a better place for The Diamond Spy. That is, if she is partial to the idea of being shared by the four evil villains of FC, who all have the worst kind of intentions. *VERY INTENSE BDSM THEMES, REVERSE HAREM: M/M/M/M/F*

"I didn't ask to be in the middle of your ego-battle," I grumble. Blake pins me to my locker, hands resting on either side of my head. "Well, you got it in anyway, Darling," he whispers. His face is inches away from mine and damn me for licking my lips. I am NOT falling for these guys. And then, at the corner of my eye I spot Owen and his gang approaching. Well, that's just great. *** The West and East gang of Tygerwell have been at each other's throats since the dawn of time. And the two leaders of these gangs want to end the fight, once and for all. But fighting with fists is easy. Fighting with wit and charm, is a whole other ball game. Blake. West-side gang leader. Leather jacket and killer glare. Don't talk back. Owen. East-side gang leader. Fancy coat and toxic stare. Don't resist. And in comes Amber. Hair of gold and oceans in her eyes. Has too much sass for her own good and always, ALWAYS, manages to get into the middle of trouble. But these boys have no idea who they're really dealing with. And when Amber descovers she knows a little too much when it comes to guns and fighting, she has to question everything she thought she knew about herself. Three can play this game. *** "Let's settle this. You got rejected, I got rejected. It's only fair that the fate of the gangs be on who gets the girl first." "That sounds rather good, Rhodes. I'll take that bet on the golden girl." *** COMPLETED FICTION AWARDS: Best new story and best new account Highest ranking in Teen Fiction: #1 on 25/06/2018

| 18+ | Damian looked so different with his shirt off and a crop in his hand. He felt more real: no longer wearing the mask of the good doctor, he was the Exorcist, the master over my wildest fears, the stones on the shore over which my ocean of madness could crash without fear. He trailed the crop over my throat, down my chest. "Your demons have not been playing nicely," he said, a warning in his tone. Goosebumps prickled up my arms as the smooth leather teased over my navel. "No, sir. They haven't. They don't much like you." He grinned, and it was such a wicked sight that my stomach clenched up with desire. I desperately wanted to feel those teeth, the softness of those lips. Patience was nearly impossible. "I must admit I don't much like them either," he growled. "Turn around. Hands on the wall. Spread your legs." I obeyed, my breath catching in my throat. I felt him lean close, his breath hot on my neck as he left kisses along my hairline. "But they don't own your body, do they, darling? Who owns this body?" "I do, sir." My breathing shuddered. The crop tapped between my thighs. "That's right. And who have you chosen to give your body to?" "To you, sir." × × × 18 year old Samara Garfield is on the run - from her past, from her desires, from the wicked voices in her head. Everything seems to be catching up with her when she meets Damian Hearst, a doctor with perverted desires of his own. With a legion of demonic beings eager to overtake her, the good doctor may indeed be the only one who can save her. But as their dark pasts become ever more entangled and hope for salvation begins to fade, can love grow in the face of death? × Highest Rankings × #1 in Steampunk #1 in Kinky #40 in Horror

BOOK #1 in The Fire series TRIGGER WARNING IN SOME CHAPTERS He leans closer, keeping me pinned against the wall with his hands on either side of my head. I glanced at both of them before holding his glare with my own. He was giving me a cold stare, caging me in like an animal. I bit my lip, trying to hold it back. I was never good in situations like these. He stopped leaning forward when his face was just inches from mine. He was trying to make me uncomfortable. Trying to scare me, but he didn't. I wasn't scared of him. I didn't hide my face or get nervous... I just bit my lip harder, trying to hold it in. It would just make things worse for me, I bet. He kept his eyes on mine as I glanced at his friend behind him with his arms crossed and a bored expression on his face. I looked back at the man in front of me. "You shouldn't act that way around me." He says coldly. "I can have you dead right-" I couldn't hold it in. I started laughing. He leans back, shocked, but his face goes into a glare as soon as his friend behind him perks up, watching, interested now. I calm down a little. "I'm sorry." I say, catching my breath. "Continue, Continue." He watched me closely before leaning closer to me again. "I can have you killed-" Suddenly, I lost it again, laughing harder, bending a little to hold my stomach. He punched the wall in an effort to scare me but instead made me laugh even harder, falling to the ground and rolling on my side. Soon I had his friend laughing with me as the man in front of me glared at both of us. "Don't give me that look. She's the one who started laughing." His friend said, wheezing a little bit and trying to stop laughing. I calmed down a bit, standing up to face them, a smile on my face. "Now, if you're done threatening me," I raise an eyebrow. "Or at least trying to. I'll be on my way." With that, I grabbed my backpack, turned my back to them, and walked away.

Seri escaped the Protectors by slipping away into the shadows of the Paradox Palace. Now she lives within the city below, naively in peace, believing she is unknown to the Protectors Eye. However, they've located her. They know she's still in their territory and she will be intercepted. The question is, will she be cunning enough to survive? Perhaps the white shimmer of a birth mark will be her only chance left at freedom... or the very thing that seals her position at the hands of those who marked her. REVERSE-HAREM/Mature/Fantasy/EpicFantasy/Romance/DarkThemes/Magic

Viviana Michaels survived the hell of a serial killer with her Dominants, Danteous and Cole. Now she has to go back for one last mission in Iraq. Can she handle it? Can they handle her being across the world? Can Danteous handle the stress of his parents trying to weasle their way into his life while he deals with his company, Viviana being on a dangerous top secret mission, and the holidays quickly approaching? They all have a lot to handle, can they do it? This is Book 2. Book 1 can be found on my page, it's called Well Fuck Me.

Viviana Michaels is a bad ass. She is an ex marine sniper who was forced to retire. She is now a homicide detective who hunts down serial killers. The weight of the deaths and the PTSD she suffers from becomes unbearable sometimes. When it gets bad and she needs a distraction she goes to Pulse, a BDSM club a city over. She doesn't do relationships because of her job but what does she do when two men worm their way in her life and into her life? My promises: A lot of sex, a lot of drama, constant updates. 18+ please. There will be MM and MFM, there will also be cussing. Book 1