"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14

"I know I'm hot, but keep your legs closed, Mason." *** "Fuck you." I panted out at him. His mouth moved to my ear, sending a chill down my spine as he whispered. "I think the correct phrase is 'fuck me'." **** Contronym: Opposites in the same mold That's what Sylvia Mason and Finn Riley are. After moving to the highschool lacrosse capital of Connecticut to play men's lacrosse, Sylvia is faced with the pain in the ass Captain, Finn Riley. They both hate the very idea of the each other and can't even hold eye contact without making snide remarks. They both want the other gone no matter what but they also have undeniable similarities in their mannerisms. They are sheer opposites but they are also identical. He was her darkness but also her light.

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"You have yourself convinced you don't want me, but that changes as soon as my head's between your legs." "Not everything is about sex, no matter how much I like you between my legs." "Says the girl who sleeps in my arms every night to feel safe." *** Danielle Riley has big shoes to fill. Between the expectations imposed by the people in the men's professional hockey world and the unintentional pressures set by her sister in-law, Danny has one goal: become the first woman in the NHL. For that to happen, everything has to go perfectly but Danny's life is far from perfect. A haunted past and estranged family makes her life hard long before Beckett Sampson comes into play. With a new captain from a rival college, whom Danny has already crossed one too many lines with, senior year of college just got a lot harder. One more year until the draft. One more year until everything comes together or shatters into a million shards of ice. ***Spin off of the Contronym series. Can be read as a stand alone, but has Contronym and Synonym spoilers.***

The broken can never be healed. The same weak cracks will always be there no matter how hard you wish for them to fade. I am facing more grief than I can handle at the moment. Then add on my new professional hockey career and the fact that my biggest nightmare might walk free in a few months, and you get a piece of glass about to shatter into a million unsalvageable pieces. Here's to hoping everything doesn't fall apart, because there's no waking up from my fall.

"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?

"Explosions are my specialty, I can and will be your doom, Now get down on your knees, baby, I'll make your world go boom." • • • Unconventional poems of a conformed man. I voice all my inner chaotic turmoils in rhyming words so they sound less pathetic. And also, I spice it up with dirty poetry, in good ol' me style, so I don't ruin the esthetics.

When Everly Reed collides with the cynical and devilishly handsome Mason Valdez, she knows trouble is ahead, but she never could have guessed how much she would be drawn to the storm. ***** Nineteen-year-old Ever Reed likes when things make sense. Which is probably why she excels at math, enough to secure her a spot at an Ivy League school out of state. Sheltered by her mother and older brother Asher for most of her life, Ever hasn't experienced much of the world, but she knows New York will be an adventure. Enter Mason Valdez: cynical, arrogant, and undeniably attractive-exactly what Ever doesn't need. But as their paths keep crossing, Ever finds herself intrigued by Mason, and eager to know the boy behind the bitter mask. As secrets, scars, and painful pasts rise to the surface, Ever knows one thing for sure: they can only make it through if they face their storms together. [[word count: 150,000 - 200,000]] Cover designed by Frances Louise De Ramos Spinoff to The Hoodie Girl Book One of the A Thousand Storms series [[The Fiction Awards 2018 Best Overall Story and Best Romance Winner]] Content/trigger warning: This story mentions sexual assault and childhood abuse

❤️🔥⚠️Praise for TEMPTING EVE "I am honestly OBSESSED with this story." "...it's just so good. It's probably one of the best Wattpad books I have read to date. Which is saying a lot. It's something I would go into the store and definitely want to buy." "Oh my the tension! God! I can't get enough of your book!" ***** EXCERPT FROM TEMPTING EVE:❤️ "I've never," my voice wavered. "I mean, it's my first..." He nodded, his nose almost brushing against mine. "Then let's make it good." I was about to pull away when he put his teeth on my lower lip and squeezed. Not tight enough to hurt, but enough for my virgin mouth to gasp, parting my lips and allowing his tongue to slip inside. His tongue stroked mine as he pulled me more firmly into his body, his tall frame curled around me. Something hard pressed into my stomach, and both of our breathing became faster, shallower, as if the oxygen in our tiny sphere of warmth was fading. He slowed the kiss and without thinking I licked his lips, begging for more. He laughed, deep and husky, resting his forehead against mine. "Happy New Years," he whispered. Then he shrugged his jacket off, put it around my trembling shoulders and walked away. (THIS BOOK IS RATED MATURE FOR GRAPHIC SEXUAL DETAIL AND IS RECOMMENDED FOR 18+) ********** Highest Story Rankings: #3 in AFTER 2/26/19 ❤️❤️❤️ #3 in AFTER 3/28/19 #7 in FIFTY 3/28/19 #12 in JERK 1/16/19 #2 in SEXY 2/20/19 #4 in NEW AUTHOR 2/26/19 ********** Started: 1/1/19 Finished: tbd 1k reads: 2/1/19 2k reads: 2/8/19 3k reads: 2/12/19 4K reads: 2/16/19 5k reads: 2/20/19 10k reads: 3/4/19 15k reads: 3/28/19 ********** As you know, writing a novel is a labor of love, sweat, tears, time away from your family, random quick dinners, piling laundry and sometimes overwhelming stress. Please don't take a writers words from them. Please don't take their voice. My writing is my time, and that's extremely important to me. RESPECT THE CO

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