"Marley," he groaned against my neck when I detached our lips, needing to breathe. "Let's take this to my room," I said, cupping him through his jeans. "I have a nosey neighbor and I don't want her to see what I'm about to do to you." ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ *Longer description inside ;]

Written by Jenny Rosen & Edited/Developmentally Edited by Kristen Maglonzo @kaelking12 Love's a disappearing act, death's an illusion. When Hailey Anderson, daughter of a dangerous D.C. senator, slams into Caleb Evans, a pretty boy with a million-dollar smile and a million ugly secrets, she figures fate has finally given her an escape from the broken home she's desperate to distance herself from. Their seemingly star-crossed encounter results in her being drugged and dragged out of Washington as Caleb's ugly background bubbles to the surface. Caught between deadly family ties, financial desperation, and an intriguing new hostage, Caleb struggles to walk the line between loyalty and frightening new feelings for Hailey. When his brothers discover Caleb distancing himself from their last chance plan for survival turned federal crime, they stop at nothing to tear the two of them apart. When helping Hailey means losing everything, will Caleb stay barbwire-tied to his brothers or hold on to a hostage who's got a hold on him? ***The Runaways sequel, WANTED is now available on my profile!***

Heartbroken after the betrayal of those who once meant everything to her, Isabella begins to pave her own path to freedom as she realizes that shared blood doesn't always mean family. And family doesn't always mean love. [This is the sequel to Caged. It cannot be read as a stand-alone] • • • Contains sensitive material (no cliches). Copyright © 2021 by luxedreams. All rights reserved.

Rhea Thurman has always been goal-driven despite the tragedies of her past. Her obsession with criminal law leads her to the most prestigious internship in the city, working under up-and-coming lawyer, Davina Jenkins. But Rhea never prepared to meet Braxton Patridge, a client about to go on trial for murder. His rude and heartless attitude should be his downfall, but Rhea can't seem to back away as she fights to understand his complex case before the jury bring down their verdict, once and for all.

[completed] Where do you go when you can't go home? Simply put, a crescendo is a building of intensity. Jules Calhoun is ready to begin her crescendo; Theo Bryne has been trying to move on from his. When the two come together, will they find the perfect harmony, or will they drown in a clash of discordant notes? Take a peek inside to find out if the soundtrack to the journey on which these two embark ends with a blissful duet or a mournful requiem. This dual perspective novel holds a story of rebellion, loss, love, and finding what truly makes you happy. I hope you'll join me on this next adventure! [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]] Praise from my lovely readers: @docistheboss: "Your writing is so beautiful! It touches every string of emotion in me." @ajokemiowon: "Your updates make my weekends, the fact I know you're gonna update just keeps me going through the week." @ronaeleyoj: "YOUR UPDATES LITERALLY MAKE MY DAY. My day gets ten times better every time I see the notification on my lock screen." As always, thank you to each and every one of you who helps support my most favorite hobby! :) #148 in Romance on 11/20/17! Featured in the Romance Category on 10/31/17! All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or copied without the expressed written permission of the author. If you are reading this work in any format other than the one presented here, you and whoever reproduced it are in violation of US and international copyright laws. Please inform me of any instances of my work appearing outside of my Wattpad profile. Thank you. This is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to actual persons (living or dead) or events is simply coincidental. All characters, names, places, businesses, events, and incidents are products of my wild imagination. Copyright © 2017. All rights reserved.

When a teen boy moves to a new schools, with deep trauma and bad anxiety, he meets a girl, who somehow, lights up his life.

Freya Jones is a psychiatrist, trying to understand the psychotic minds for a specific Psych ward, Oak Valley Psychiatric Hospital. Recently, she was given a patient, Archer Williams, who was known for murdering his last 23 shrinks. She walks into the interrogation room to see Archer strapped down giving her a cold glare and a smirk on his face. "Come to fix me?" He asked intriguingly.

❝ Don't you get it? ❞ His tone is dangerously low, almost threatening. A warning. "You have no right to get near me. I'm not good, I'm not nice, I'm not safe. ❞ ❝ I don't believe that, ❞ I answered. ❝ Not for a second. ❞ ❝ Well, you should. It's easier that way. ❞ *Under major editing (beware) *Mature topics such as: alcoholism, abuse, suicide

❝ Even the most beautiful masterpiece would have a bitter truth hidden beneath its deceptive covers. ❞ - - Iris learns that her brothers have decided to take her in after she gets into a severe accident. With a dark past and twisted truths, she has to survive in an environment that is utterly new to her. Truths unfold and secrets unravel. Will Iris ever learn the reality of the events that took place the night of the accident when her memories begin to resurface in her mind? Or will she drown deeper into the embrace of her old friend - darkness?

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN