'Standing up I looked straight at Professor Garrett, smirking evilly. "Hi, my name's Christy Evans and I'm an English major. Let's see," I said tapping my chin in concentration, all the while trying not to laugh out loud, "I'm the leader of a group of intergalactic beings who are here to terminate all those who are deemed too conceited for the good of civilization," pausing I gave Professor Garrett a pointed look of my own, "I live on planet screw you, and I'm allergic to bullshit." Smirking and feeling very satisfied with myself, I waited for Professor Garretts next move. ' -When Christy finds her long term boyfriend isn't who she thought he was, what will she do? She's about to begin college-the same one he chose to go to as well. With the help of her best friends and a new forbidden love interest, can she be persuaded to let go and love again?

Emily is a mother of triplets with an upcoming first birthday! She couldn't have been busier if she tried. That was until the werewolf father of her triplets comes home with another pack to negotiate their place in Finn's Continental Pack. Birthdays, negotiations, jealousy, and werewolf's tempers are all things Emily has gotten used to. What's Emily to do when one of the people she's known the longest betrays her? (Sequel to Twisted Fate)

After four years Anastasia returns home to find that the boy she once knew was no longer there. In his place stands a cold, arrogant, mysterious man. His flawless looks, and billionaire statues is enough to make him every girl's dream, be he quickly becomes Anastasia's worst nightmare. As push comes to shove, Anastasia tries even harder to figure out what changed the man that was once her best friend. He holds secrets that she desperately wants to get out. But will she realize too late that secrets are hidden for a reason?

Football star, Dirk Curry, is the type of man that women all over the world fantasize about. A deadly combination of endearing charm, outgoing personality and movie star good looks makes him nearly irresistible- most of the time, that is. Chelsy Lawson hates sports. Her father, Torrence Lawson, was well known as Dallas Supernova's most beloved Quarterback after winning MVP for seven years straight. If that wasn't enough, her mother was known for being one of the most aggressive female sport's agents of her time. And then there was her baby sister, Mary Lawson, who just so happened to be one of ESPN's most popular female sports analysts. Growing up, Chelsy found herself surrounded by sport's athletes. Many of them coming in and out of her home, making her life crazy with their inflated egos and an insane desire to talk about themselves. After college, she settled down with a prominent law firm as a legal assistant. With her life just beginning she wanted to stay as far away from famous athletes as she possibly could. But there was one place she couldn't avoid said athletes- her sister's wedding to another famous football star, Jet (Colton) Jordan. It was supposed to be the wedding of the year. Everyone was supposed to be there, including the magnetic, Dirk Curry who is instantly intrigued with the little spitfire whom he later learns is the older Lawson sister. Sparks begin to fly as Chelsy does everything in her power to dodge Mr. Dirk Curry. But Dirk Curry was a player and when he played- he played for keeps. All he needed was the perfect plan. Game plan, that is.......

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."