"I didn't ask to be in the middle of your ego-battle," I grumble. Blake pins me to my locker, hands resting on either side of my head. "Well, you got it in anyway, Darling," he whispers. His face is inches away from mine and damn me for licking my lips. I am NOT falling for these guys. And then, at the corner of my eye I spot Owen and his gang approaching. Well, that's just great. *** The West and East gang of Tygerwell have been at each other's throats since the dawn of time. And the two leaders of these gangs want to end the fight, once and for all. But fighting with fists is easy. Fighting with wit and charm, is a whole other ball game. Blake. West-side gang leader. Leather jacket and killer glare. Don't talk back. Owen. East-side gang leader. Fancy coat and toxic stare. Don't resist. And in comes Amber. Hair of gold and oceans in her eyes. Has too much sass for her own good and always, ALWAYS, manages to get into the middle of trouble. But these boys have no idea who they're really dealing with. And when Amber descovers she knows a little too much when it comes to guns and fighting, she has to question everything she thought she knew about herself. Three can play this game. *** "Let's settle this. You got rejected, I got rejected. It's only fair that the fate of the gangs be on who gets the girl first." "That sounds rather good, Rhodes. I'll take that bet on the golden girl." *** COMPLETED FICTION AWARDS: Best new story and best new account Highest ranking in Teen Fiction: #1 on 25/06/2018

| 18+ | Damian looked so different with his shirt off and a crop in his hand. He felt more real: no longer wearing the mask of the good doctor, he was the Exorcist, the master over my wildest fears, the stones on the shore over which my ocean of madness could crash without fear. He trailed the crop over my throat, down my chest. "Your demons have not been playing nicely," he said, a warning in his tone. Goosebumps prickled up my arms as the smooth leather teased over my navel. "No, sir. They haven't. They don't much like you." He grinned, and it was such a wicked sight that my stomach clenched up with desire. I desperately wanted to feel those teeth, the softness of those lips. Patience was nearly impossible. "I must admit I don't much like them either," he growled. "Turn around. Hands on the wall. Spread your legs." I obeyed, my breath catching in my throat. I felt him lean close, his breath hot on my neck as he left kisses along my hairline. "But they don't own your body, do they, darling? Who owns this body?" "I do, sir." My breathing shuddered. The crop tapped between my thighs. "That's right. And who have you chosen to give your body to?" "To you, sir." × × × 18 year old Samara Garfield is on the run - from her past, from her desires, from the wicked voices in her head. Everything seems to be catching up with her when she meets Damian Hearst, a doctor with perverted desires of his own. With a legion of demonic beings eager to overtake her, the good doctor may indeed be the only one who can save her. But as their dark pasts become ever more entangled and hope for salvation begins to fade, can love grow in the face of death? × Highest Rankings × #1 in Steampunk #1 in Kinky #40 in Horror

Lira Towers is a the girl that lurks in the dark wherever she goes. No one knows the story behind her crystal blue eyes. The most you'll get out of her black clothed figure, is a whisper from the lips that are always sealed shut. Alex Black is the popular bad boy. He's an open book, and everyone knows what he's capable of. Everyone knows what he does, and everyone wants him. He plays games that can get you hung by your throat. Two completely different social ladders, two completely different personalities, two types of people, that will cause chaos when put together. During a mission, Lira's ambitious side causes her to shoot Alex, and that's when everything goes down hill. A game starts, a game that'll weave through the shadows of the school, the lingering lights of the night, and objects in plain sight. Apart from the red splatters of a human, and scars from silver triangles, there's the fact their feelings get in the way of everything else. ㅇㅇㅇ "I know it was you." He whispers close to me. To close for my safety. His lips were touching my jaw, and his nose was brushing my cheek. Those long dark eyelashes mesmerizing me as they cast small shadows onto his cheekbones. They were a closing gateway to his beautiful pale green eyes. His fingers start to glide up my arms sending shivers from his cold touch. I wanted more, my skin was itching to be touched like that again. Only by him. But he had a knife, and so did I. A/N: If you clicked on this book, thank you! I hope you give it a shot <3

All our lives, we strive for perfection. But when is perfection enough? Will it ever make us happy?