Book 2 in the Blackstone Inc. Series • • • ⚠️Trigger warning: There is talk of sexual abuse. Viewer discretion is advised.⚠️ ******************** • • • He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. "I belong to you as you belong to me." My breathing turned heavy, and my heart started racing. "But only in public?" He chuckled lightly and placed a small kiss under my jaw. "There are no eyes on us right now, are there?" • • • Preston Blackstone is the 33-year-old CEO of the Houston branch of Blackstone Incorporated. He is known in the media as the 'Blackstone Bachelor' but to the people who know him closely, he is kind and sweet and caring-willing to risk it all for those he loves-even if that means risking himself in the process. After a recent rejection, he hadn't been looking for love... but love is exactly what came his way--in the form of a girl with demons to match his own. ---- Daisy Mitchell is a 21-year-old woman with a hellish past full of abuse, neglect, and torture at the hands of a man whom those would assume should be her biggest protector. When she escapes his hands and goes off on her own, she lands a job as the secretary of one of the CEOs of Blackstone Incorporated. • • • A harebrained scheme to up the companies rating forces Preston and Daisy together for a fake relationship-one that quickly turns real. • • • With all this good luck Daisy has, bad luck is sure to follow, right? Will her past send Preston running for the hills? Or will he go on the attack-quick to try and save her from her demons? And if so, will his get to him first? Will Daisy sit back and let another man take her fate into his hands? Or will she stand up against her past, her demons and come out the other side victorious? *At least 130,000 words*

"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

Imagine living in a world where you are the last of an age old race, a world where supernatural creatures once prevailed. Talon knows exactly what that’s like, she’s lived her entire life believing she is the last of her kind; a race she knows very little of. Her fading memories of a less than delightful childhood her only clue to her ancestry. One rule she never forgot despite her early fascination with them was to stay far away from the Black Slayers, especially the Cursed One. After centuries of living as a pre-pubescent teen something strange happens; suddenly her body starts to develop, maturing at an accelerated pace. Her once dark hair lightens with each passing day, her skin glowing with vitality. Peculiar things start to happen. An encounter with two young men with a curious interest unleash foreign feelings - a strong, irrational pull in the pit of her stomach. Talon learns just how hard it is to keep her secret safe and people are not always what they seem to be.

Alpha Cross of the Macabre Pack was a ruthless killer. He was known for leaving pack after pack in a bloodbath with not a single survivor in sight. A cold blooded killer with no feelings of remorse, pity, or grief whatsoever, Alpha Cross is someone no woman could ever hope to love... But of course, like all werewolves, he was destined to have a mate. Elair Richelieu, daughter of the beloved Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack is a fierce woman. Shrouded in mystery, Elair has survived the worst of the worst, most of which she cannot remember. Convinced by her duties Elair lived as a leader to her pack and her squadron, a mysterious group in which she grew up. But Fate had other plans... They were each others' mates. But there was one little issue... Elair can't feel their bond. Together, the two struggle in a relationship in which dominance is a power struggle. ****** The Alpha walks towards me and I raise an eyebrow. When he gets to point where our distance reduced to about half a meter in front of me I drop from the desk and stand up. "Whoa, there cowboy." I say as I hold my hands up. My jaw drops when I realize what he's actually trying to say. "Hold up. Are you saying I'm your mate? Because, well, I don't... uh... How do I put this simply... I don't feel you... Bro." I say as I dodge him and his disgusting stalker-ish approach of walking towards me. "You seem to think that you have a choice." The Alpha says to me with a smirk and I roll my eyes. "And you seem to think I give a shït." ------ Highest Ranking: #1 Werewolf Warning: This is INCOMPLETE. After its publication in 2016 the last ELEVEN chapters were taken down due to copyright. So if you wanna read up to 24, go for it. Get it on Amazon here: https://goo.gl/c9R2F2

Ashley Ridgell I was a simple girl with a simple life; father in the government, mother as a lawyer. My life was pretty good, almost perfect if you could call it that. I refused to leave, to move to another city, but I had to. It couldn't be that bad after all; new school, new friends, new life. It was a star over, at least I thought I had one before one specific boy changed everything. Austin Mahone Annoying, dangerous, but highly attractive; the boy I hated the most, or at least I thought I did. He wasn't the popular guy in school, he was pretty much the opposite; everyone knew him but no one dared to look him in the eye. He was the feared one, and he loved the feeling; power over others, exactly what he wanted. Since the first time I saw him I knew something was off. The people he hung out with, The Crew, weren't very friendly either. Everyone knew about them, about the dark business they dealt with; everyone knew it was better to stay away, but I was stupid enough not to listen. They say things happen for a reason; but what happened to me? That had no reason at all. Just one night, five boys, and one leader. That's all it took to change my life forever.

Alice is a normal girl living in a scary world. Scientists have created a new species called the Ys. They are inhumanly gorgeous men who kidnap girls and women to be their brides. But what happens when Alice, whose own mother and best friend were taken, is kidnapped herself and starts to fall for one? <3

He was a prince. She was a guard. When Isandra's past catches up with her, her job of protecting the royals gets harder and protecting herself in the process was near impossible. Her duty was to him and the throne he would be sitting on, but things get a bit out of hand when she gets assigned to be a royal guard. Men from the past, needed to stay in the past.

We're always drawn to something we can't have. I just happen to be drawn to a criminal, a man who is beyond the pale. "Mi Amor, put the knife down." His words were so calm and husky. They weren't suppose to arouse her. She was holding on to the butcher knife with her dear life. "How do you know where I live! You shouldn't be here." Her voice wobbled, the first sharp stab of anxiety hit her when he took a step towards her. Why was he here? She stared in fear at the man in front of her. His naked chest glistened with sweat, his body tight, muscly and toned. Mouth watering. In the dim light of her kitchen, her eyes managed to travel over the tattoos on his right peck and bicep. "I shouldn't, but I am." He gave a slow sexy smile at her as he put his hands up in surrender. Her eyes widened at the evident bulge that was restricted in his black sweat pants. "Get out!" Before she knew it, he had lunged at her. Her knife now at her throat. "Silencio." Book Cover by Createdforyou

***The wrong girl is sometimes The Right One.*** Charlotte Samuels thought she'd be stuck waiting tables at Marlow's until all her debts are paid off-in about ten thousand years or so. She definitely didn't expect a marriage proposal from the arrogant Brandon Maxfield who was blackmailed by his father to make her his wife if he didn't want his least favorite cousin to run Maxfield Industries. Charlotte's instinct was to say HELL NO! but she's stumped by a few obstacles: 1.) His old man Martin Maxfield is dear to her heart and has been recently deteriorating in health. 2.) She gets a million dollars if she stays married to Brandon for a year. 3.) She would rather like the opportunity to teach the attractive but awfully rude man a few lessons he didn't think he needed from a 'teenage gold-digger' which was his term of endearment for her on their first date-er, business meeting. So what's a girl got to do, right? Sure, she's young and a little rough around the edges but there's something her would-be husband didn't know about her yet-she's nothing like he ever expected. Thrust into the glitzy world a standard-issue Mrs. Maxfield would fit perfectly and rule with impeccable social grace, Charlotte will either have to force herself into the mold or break free of it, risking what little she has left for everything that she can gain. *** Copyright © 2014 by Nina Tippett. All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Nina Tippett. This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Images, music and videos used in the cover art and any of the multimedia content posted in this story are the sole property of their respective owners.