#previous title..his second chance #Book one of my first series__ "Open Wound" Jake William's the golden boy that you would call every girls dream. His possesiveness, arrogance, former notorious playboy and also utterly charming he could draw in any girl he desires. After letting the influence of his friends ruin the one thing he desired the most, his bestfriend and also the girl of his dreams that no one at Kensington prep could get through. After being separated by half truths and lies. The two young lovers, golden boy Jake Williams then the beautiful and popular Hannah Jensen crosses path again. After years apart, Jake finally tries and find a way to tell his part of the story she so wished she could forget and always refused to hear. But through it all there would be temptation and events that would make matters worse and test both lovers and they believed it was nothing new. Problems surrounded them and in the end it will either leave both in hate or love. ****** "I hate you. I hate you so much." I cried as I voiced out those words. The hurtful truth. "No, no you don't." He whispered as he came closer and placed a lingering kiss on my forehead. "I wish I did." I responded painfully. "I know, I'm so so sorry."

ON SALE DECEMBER 16TH ON AMAZON IN PAPERBACK AND EBOOK + AVAILABLE ON KINDLE UNLIMITED Book One in the Wilder Wolves college hockey sports romance series A year ago, Alondra Brown quit figuring skating, and since then, she's spent every day trying to piece back together the broken parts of the person she used to be. After an impulsive night out, Alondra finds herself caught in a lie, pretending to be the tutor for the charming stranger she kissed the night before, now realizing he's her father's star hockey player, Jack Schultz. Avoiding Jack becomes impossible once he begs for their lie to become a reality after admitting he needs her help to maintain his eligibility to play. Caught between resisting the pull toward the hockey captain, and the fear of being hurt again, Alondra's surprised to find out there's more to Jack than the front he wears as the playboy who doesn't believe in love. The lines of their unlikely friendship become blurred as Jack and Alondra struggle to fight their connection. No matter how much they try to deny it, the heart wants exactly what it shouldn't. highest ranking: #41 out of 2.2 million in love

I whimpered as I felt the cold metal touched my back. I know he's an ass but I never thought he would go as far as hurting me physically. I looked at him as he strayed towards me. "You're not going anywhere, babe."he said. He pulled my hair up and started licking my neck. Sucking it and biting. "P..please Tyler. S..stop this.", I said between my sobs. I can still feel the excruciating pain at my back but his kisses on my neck are somehow helping decrease the pain. I hate myself for thinking like this. "Say it.. say sorry for talking back at me.", he whispered menacingly. I looked at him ridiculously but immediately regretted it. "Ha. So you won't say sorry?" Without waiting for my response, he turned me to face the wall. He was holding my arms at my back. I winced when he tightened his grip. I yelped when he lift my skirt and slapped my back. "Fuck.", I groaned as I felt the sting on my lower back spread. A tear escaped my eyes, followed by a train of tears. "P-please.. Tyler..stop this.", I begged. "Ha? That's not what I wanted to hear." For the second time, he slapped my ass. It was so loud that it almost echoed in my empty room. I closed my eyes as I felt his hands slowly caressing my skin. I feel sore already. "Do you want to say something?" I bit my lower lip and tossed my pride out of the window. "I.. I'm sorry Tyler." I heard him snicker. "Sorry for what?" This is so frustrating. Yet I can't do anything but beg. "I.. I'm sorry for r-raising my voice and talking back at you." i said between my sobs. "What else?" I closed my eyes as I hear my heart beats faster. He yanked my hair. "What else?! "I'm sorry for.." I swallowed the big lump on my throat. "I'm sorry for.. n-not letting you touch m-me." "Good little step sis.", he patted my head. I heard him snicker before he pulled me for a hard kiss.

Amirah Harris is 23 old women stuck working dead end jobs of being a waitress and a motel maid. She works by taking orders, cleaning disgusting floors, and working inhumanly long hours. She goes to college on top of that which eats at her as well. One night things changed as Amirah hears some noise. It came from one of the motel rooms near her. She makes the mistake by listening in on what happens to be a mafia hit. What happens when she's caught by the members and taken to the boss? 'I was then taken aback by a noise of muffled speaking as I stopped in my tracks and stopped the carts of cleaning supplies. What is that? I thought as I pressed my dark brown ear against the thin wood door, all I could hear was talking then a man who sounded angry. Eh, nothing much as I about to make an attempt to step back when a gunshot rang out. I gasped as I heard three more following the first. I creeped back slowly not wanting you make any noise, but god wasn't on my side I guess as my behind hit the cart knock over bottles on cleaning sprays, a mop and a red plastic bucket of dirty mop water. I cursed under my breath "shit."

(ON HOLD) RYKER YOUNG... I was a father at twenty-four. I was a single dad to a rowdy three-year-old boy and a professional ice hockey player for the Chicago Blackhawks. Since my girlfriend died three years ago, I haven't exactly had time - or the mental strength - to return to the dating scene. Other girls weren't exactly at the top of my list of priorities. Until my high school sweetheart appeared on my doorstep as my son's babysitter. In all of Chicago, it was Kasey Williams who was in my house and all I knew was that I wasn't going to let her go a second time. KASEY WILLIAMS... The only reason I agreed to the babysitting gig was because I needed the money. I was a broke PhD student living in the city. I knew I should have asked more questions. I should have found out whose house I was about to spend hours in. Whose child it was that I had to look after. Even if I had a thousand guesses, it never would have occurred to me that it could be Ryker Young's house and son. Not in a million years. I also never thought I would ever forgive him or that I could fall back in love with him but now I know that anything is possible.

why did you have to do this to me?

extension of Gary's stry from Mimi+Before Mimi

Some people like the cookie. Some like the cream. I like them together, with some milk of course. But, I'm not talking about Oreos. Nope. This is my life. ___________________ BWWM ___________________ ©All Rights Reserved 2014. Disclaimer: read this book at your own risk. It's terrible. I was extremely young when I wrote this and did not know better. This book is an apt example of "it gets better" (or more tolerable) if you manage to stick around til chapter 17-18.

"What the_" He pinned me against the wall,covering my mouth with his gloved hand. "Say anything and you're dead I'm serious." his accent was slightly Italian mixed with a little Russian. I managed to create a small nod. "So I was sent here because I heard you hurt my bros girl? Is that true?" Wait Rene?! I'm gonna kill her!!!!! "No it's not." He reached into his pocket pulling out a knife putting it close to my neck. "Ok! ok! I did! Just don't hurt me please!" "Yeah I'm gonna hurt you..." He pushed the knife closer to my throat. "What do you want from me?!!!" "I want you to die!" He slammed me on the ground causing my head to slam on the hardwood floor. I struggled to maintain a clear vision as he punched me violently across the face.

"I want to love. I want to feel safe in your arms. I want to let my guard down. I need to be happ-" "Then why don't you?" Gianni shouted hurt and broken by the woman in front of him. "What if you hurt me like Mark and Oscar did?" Anya asked as she stared at this man, a man she knew deep down that she loved, a man she knew she was too good to her. "I'd never hurt, let alone do what those two pigs did to you! You don't understand what you do to me Anya. I love you beyond words, I've loved you from the first time I saw you. When you came into my office asking for a job and handing me your resumé I knew you was special. I love you Anya, but I love myself enough to know that I can't do this." Gianni cried out in pain as he held Anya's face in his big hands. Crying too he wiped her tears with his thumb. Letting go off her face he held her chin with his index and gently kissed her lips. "Goodbye Anya." ***** Anya Jones is a rape survivor who is often busted by the demons of her past. Unable to get through it by herself she finds comfort in the arms of her boss, Gianni De'Luca. MATURE CONTENT.