"Say it" he growled in my ear pulling my head back by my hair. He slowed down his entire body and I whimpered in protest. "No" I sobbed, I didn't want to g down, at least not like this. "All you have to do is say it" he whispered in my ear. I wiggled my body and tried to get some type of action, but I only made it worst, keeping me on the edge. "SAY IT!" he yelled. "Fine! I'm yours, no one else can have me" I whimpered, and he whispered the one word that changed my life. "Come" WARNING!!! I am currently editing this book, chapters might be missing.

Sophia will do anything to escape an arranged marriage to the arrogant billionaire, Enrique Monteiro, but he has more control than she knows. ***** Enrique Monteiro, a powerful Brazilian billionaire, has gotten everything he wanted in life. He has looks, wealth, power, and women. He travels in his private jet to negotiate business deals all over the globe. His godly looks and reserved attitude makes seems to pull women in. With just a snap of his fingers, he can get everything he's ever wanted. Everything except Sophia Castello. [[word count: 50,000-60,000 words]] Cover designed by Karen Roberts

Mia Harper is a 19 year old girl on her summer break from college. She is very shy and self conscious about her body and the way she looks making it impossible for her to interact intimately with the opposite sex. She is also still a virgin in more ways than one when it comes to that subject and her best friend Lauren wants to change that. When Lauren takes Mia to Virginia Beach to spend the summer at her parents villa the both of them cross paths with two handsome strangers. See what happens when one of the two handsome strangers takes a liking to Mia and teaches her things she never expected. Read to find out what happens See what happens to Mia

A deep, sexy voice answered my greeting. “Yes, Miss Scarlett. My name is Saxon Bishop Ridge, and I was requesting your services for a private dinner tomorrow night at the Santa Monica Bistro. I fear it is of the utmost importance.” “I-I, okay. My fees are two thousand for four hours, and one thousand for two hours.” I said, sighing as despair filled me once more. As I rattled off my address, I felt the hopelessness that came with being what everyone else would see as a whore.