"We could be more than just colleagues, Sophie." • • • It's been years since Alexander took off into his business and got so absorbed, he lost the one girl who kept his brilliantly smart head out of the clouds. Now they're both grown up and living each their separate lives. Although not so separately after all... - Hold on to your panties, because the genius is loose again.

This is the sequel (continuation) of After. Hardin and Tessa's relationship will be tested in ways she never expected, but he knew of all along.

What would happen if the daughter of Hardin and Tessa, (Emery) fell in love with the son of Zed Evans and Therise Thompson? After all that time, the memories of the past of Hardin and Tessa will come back to their lives.

The passionate story of Tessa and Hardin continues as family secrets, deep betrayals, and career opportunities threaten to tear them apart.

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

"Before I show you who I am, I want you to remember what you're fighting for," Aide replied cautiously and gave them all a piercing stare. "Keep an open mind." "Just tell us, lad," Hanke snarled impatiently and bobbed his sword. "Brace yourselves," Aide said as he slowly reached for his hood. Emaia's heart pounded vigorously in her chest, so loudly, she feared people could hear. This was it. She would finally see the face of her rescuer, the face she had so longed to see. Aide gave them all one last lingering look before he closed his eyes. "Your whole world is about to change." He punctuated his sentence by pulling off his hood. The entire crowd gasped and all readied their weapons, as long silver hair burst free from the cloak and long slender ears appeared. It was impossible, Emaia thought. They had been extinct for decades. But there was no denying it. She looked at the man who had rescued her a few nights ago, and remembered him as charming and valiant. It all made so much sense now-why he could do, what he could do. He was an elf. And not just any elf. - A Northern Elf.

He growled a low sound in my ear as he ran the tip of his nose down my neck. "What'd you say?" he spoke. "...No..." I breathed. There was a pause-a moment in time if you will-where he seemed to stop breathing and I seemed to be loosing my sh*t. I took this moment as my chance to escape and began to slide towards the door when suddenly two iron bar arms slammed on either side of me to prevent my escape. "Wrong answer kitty." *** Jade Rowan is 'kinda pissed' to say the least. Her family has moved from the warmth of Florida to the dark dreariness of Washington, she is now apart of a bigger pack-one which she doesn't want to join-and, she can't seem to find her mate no matter how hard she looks. Oh, did I also mention the fact that she found out it just so happens that the next-in-line Alpha will be going to the same schools as her? Fantastic. Throw in a scary rumor about the mark of the moon, and it's pretty obvious this is going to be one hell of a year. Will Jade make it out of her junior year alive or will something or someone make things much, much too complicated to survive?

"Never underestimate the power of a decent vocabulary." • • • Imagine if you could hear everything your neighbor did on the other side of the wall. Cook - clean - masturbate? Detective Russell Crane quickly deducts that the wall in his new apartment is surprisingly thin. And that his female neighbor has a fondness of vibrators. How much would you listen to? And more importantly; How would you react if you heard your neighbor moan your name after having just met her once?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap!" Iris murmured lowly as she threw the stick that held her new found destiny towards the ground. Was this real? How could this even happen? Was she dreaming again? What the hell was going on?! She was pregnant. She. Was. Freaking. Pregnant... But how?! How could a definite dream spin such a realistic reality? The dreams had felt so real but she knew they had to have been fake because... Because there was no way it could have happened. It was as simple as that. There was no way she had slept with Eric Havok. Absolutely no way; it was just a dream. But then how did she end up pregnant?! He was the only person she could think of that had touched her... But only in her dreams, right? Iris couldn't tell what was real anymore! Because if he truly was the father like she thought, then that would also have to mean that he had glowed that night; his entire body. He had lit up like a Christmas tree and spoken in a language she'd never heard. No man does that after sex, right? More tears poured down her face as she collapsed backwards on the bed, her mind replaying the first dream from vivid memory... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Read to find out more! Just a F.Y.I the Mature chapters don't kick in until chapter 30（＾ｖ＾）

My name is Abby Blair. I write erotic romance. I don't practise what I preach, though. With a string of failed relationships behind me, my books are now the only passion in my life. I create fictional men, because the real men in my life often let me down. I create a woman's perfect fantasy, because my fantasy doesn't exist. My female leads luckily get what I don't. Devotion. Love. Sex... A happy ending. So when I meet Yate Sheridan at my very first book signing, he makes me question a lot of things. He is like one of my leading men, jumping out from a chapter and jumping into my real life. He is charming and wickedly sexy, with a smile that could cause a roomful of knickers to drop in an instant. There is no question; Yate is appealing. He is also a cover model...a definite no-no for me. I don't like my men to be constantly drooled over, I leave that for my readers to do with my fictional men. So, as much as I like Yate, I can never date him. I'm way too insecure to go out with a guy like him. I have a painful past regret that has chipped away at my confidence. Being with someone like Yate, would only feed those insecurities. I write about sassy, confident, and bolder than brass heroines. They are sadly, everything that I'm not. When Yate kisses me; I know that I need to walk away. I need to walk, whilst my knickers are still on and my heart is still in tact. Only he doesn't want to leave things there. After that single kiss... He wants more. I'll admit, he gets under my skin, but I don't think I can give him what he wants? Yate Sheridan, well let's just say, he has other ideas. This is our story. ***DOES CONTAIN SWEAR WORDS & SCENES OF INTIMATE AND GRAPHIC NATURE*** WRITTEN WITH HEARTS Published by K B Mallion Copyright © 2016 K B Mallion All rights reserved