-COMPLETE original version PLUS first half of new version!- "I don't know what to do," I admitted for the first time to both her and myself. "I don't know how to maintain this without fucking something up. I don't know how to keep spending time with you without setting a bad example or slipping up in front of my Family." Violet sat up and turned to face me. "I can't answer that for you," she said with a sad smile. "But I can go. I can make this easier, stay out of your way for a while." She stood on her knees between my legs, close, but not touching, and watched me with those wide, ocean eyes. I should have told her to go- listened to her suggestion and put some real distance between us. It would have been smarter, safer. But it would feel like cutting off my own hands. "I don't want that," I murmured, and reached for her waist. (excerpt from new version) --- Vengeance. Vendetta. Violence. These three words are all Violet Harcourt knows. For years, her world has been centered around killing Bill Pfeiffer, the hitman who murdered her father and sister. She's learned the criminal underground inside and out while masquerading as a quiet art student, bringing her closer and closer to her target. Now, it's time to blow her cover, and Bill Pfeiffer's brains out. Vitale Fierro lives a carefree life at the top of the Salvaggi Mafia. Business has been good, and Chicago isn't a bad place to call home when you're a professional criminal. But when a girl with purple hair murders the Family's prized hitman, he's given the responsibility of what to do with her. To kill, or not to kill seems to be the ultimate question- one he must answer while managing a promotion, taking down a rival Family, and trying not to fall in love. Book 1 of the Rough Love Novels

I feel the breath of air on the back of my neck. My limbs freeze and my breath catches in my throat. The male hands grab me by the hips. I can't move. His lips are by my ear, grazing the skin, his teeth tugging on my earlobe. His breath is hot on my skin, his lips moving down to my neck. My head tilts slightly. I shake my head. He doesn't have a weapon, I do. I turn in his grip, raising my bat. He catches the swing with one hand. He doesn't even flinch. "I wouldn't do that baby." His voice is like velvet, filling up the room. His lips are back on my neck, his tongue trails over the skin. The voice, the lips, are familiar. "You might mess up my pretty face." "Pretty face, my ass." I let the bat drop to the floor in-between the two of us. I should've known. "What are you doing here?" "Besides scaring you shitless?" "You didn't-" "Don't lie, I saw what you did to those poor hangers." *** It's a game of cat and dog. A game that's lasted four years. A game that expires in three short months. It's a battle of wits, of sarcasm, of teasing one liners, of sloppy kisses that may lead to more but nothing passed physical. It's a game with no rules. And they seem to be breaking them all. Thea Shaw and Ethan Michaels have a complicated relationship. One that neither wants to come to an end. But with college nearing and feelings developing what will come of their little game? He promises her one last summer of underage fun; parties, sunsets, long talks, sweet kisses, and no talk of college until it's time to leave. There are only two ways this summer can end. Either in each other's arms or the breaking of their hearts. #4 in New Adult [COMPLETED]

"You're my Angel." #1 in STUTTER #1 in HOT #1 in MENTAL HEALTH #1 in LONDON

This book is a regular, romance /teen fiction about finding love in college with your roommate. *********************************************** Hannah is a 18 year old girl who lives with her mother who is a famous designer but is taking steps on her own in becoming independent . Noah is also 18 years old and his father owns the college. And was known as the "bad boy" and "player" since highschool. What happens when these two , end up sharing a dorm together.

Will I Always Be: Just A Friend? {Book 1} *** {Teen Fiction #1} Ashton Thompson is everything you'd want in a boyfriend. He's funny, caring, childish at times, loving, romantic...oh and he's drool-worthy gorgeous. It's just a shame that he's my best friend...NOT my boyfriend. Being in love with your best friend SUCKS. Watching him kiss other girls HURTS. Acting like he means nothing more to me than just a friend KILLS. *** Lydia and Ashton have been best friends from the very beginning. They tell each other everything and know everything about one another. Well, so Ashton thought... Lydia has been secretly in love with her best friend for as long as she can remember. However, she keeps it to herself, not wanting to ruin their close friendship. Now they're both 18, things begin to change after a couple of 'moments' between the pair...will their friendship stand the test? And will Lydia only ever be to Ashton...Just A Friend? **THIS IS NOT A 5 SOS FANFICTION** *Credit to @XxTofiexX for my gorgeous book cover* Highest Ranking - Teen Fiction #1 (10/11/15)

Do you think having two best friends who are brothers pretty hard? ..... Well it is! I experience what it's like to deal with this not so good situation. Things don't always turn out as planned.

After messaging for six years straight without meeting face to face, Gen and Curtis finally meet. At first they just said hi and bye but then things drastically changed with one look into each other's eyes. Gen Joseph is a very down to earth 20 year old who believes in finding her true love one day. She has been through a lot of pain and heart ache and after her last relationship decided that she will remain single and chace after her. A year of being single, he comes face to face with the most gorgeous person he has ever seen. Will he let his guard down. WARNING!: Contains violence, Mature Content P.S book is in the third person. Enjoy

" You play the piano?" I question. " Yeah" he says. " Woah... What can't you do?" I rolled my eyes. " Unfortunately you." - Katerina is a 17 year old girl who got dragged all the way to Florida to live with her mother's fiancé and his son. Katerina has never been in love, never had her first kiss and never even liked a guy before. Is she willing to let her opportunely of being in love for the first time go, when it's with her soon to be Step brother? ~ WARNING~ 1 - This book is not edited. I will do it once it's finished. 2- if you're going to leave negative comments, then leave. I don't want to deal with negativity. 3 ~ It's my first book, so be gentle. 4 ~ Last but not least. I wrote this last year (2016) and I do not approve of my writing but that's your call if you choose to read. ;)

"You'll do anything will you?" Keeley smirks, a mischievous glint lighting up her brown eyes. "I dare you, Jade Elsie Brooke, to break into Trystan Woods house and steal a pair of his boxers without him finding out." Jade Brooke was the dare devil who had never turned down a dare, no matter how bad it was. So when a simple game of truth of dare ends up flipping her life upside down in the form of a dare, she has no one to blame but herself. Trystan Woods was the boy out of reach for most, who stood at the top of the high school food chain. Everyone loves him, and he was the football team captain. Jade had never interacted with him, until the day she was dared to break into his house and steal his underwear. The only flaw in the plan? When he catches her in his room holding his boxers. || Humour #1 || // this story is in major need of editing and sucks quite badly so read at your own risk you have been warned \\

"He's staring at you," my sister whispered, wide-eyed. Now that I realised, I could feel someone's eyes burning the back of my head and as I turned around to see what my sister was talking about and my jaw immediately dropped whilst a cold shiver ran up my spine at the sight of the school's dangerous, certified bad boy. I shrugged nervously and turned around to face my sister. "Maybe he's just looking at what I'm wearing." The outfit was pretty cute, hands down. "But he never stares at anyone. He has only given them a cold stare that lasts for at least two-seconds." Oh hell no.