College senior Rosaline Valencia hasn't been one for dating or much of anything as far as boys are concerned. Saddled with an unfortunate reputation from an incident that took place in high school, Rosaline even at twenty-one is still a virgin. That is until the hot band Sixes and Sevens shows up early for their gig at her college's Finals Fest. Noah Silas, the man of her dreams since she first started noticing boys, is close enough to kiss and touch and do so much more... and he's willing for all of it. However, Rosaline will be the first person to admit she's out of her depth with him and is skeptical of why someone like him would want anything to do with her. Making matters worse are Noah's explicit lyrics, which hint at all the dark and kinky exploits of his past.

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.

Tessa was the epitome of innocence. Shy and reserved. Everything that is the opposite of her roommate. Going on a dare she decided to let loose. Just for one night. Sharing a night of passion with a random stranger, fulfilling fantasies and running the whole nine yards, with a man she doesn't even know the name of. It's completely out of character for her. Doing things that would make her sexually free roommate blush like a novice. Little does she know that now she would have to work for the man. Their relationship bleeds into every single crevice of their lives, but like Icarus, it's hard to stay away from the sun. Something so beautiful and dizzying can leave the biggest wound, and Tessa can only hope she'll survive and keep a love so great. But it can never be that easy, can it? (The mature content warning is there for a reason) (Passion Project)

[MATURE CONTENT] "He can't make your body feel the way I can," he breathed, proving his point with a simple flick of his finger as I almost came right then and there. I forced myself to say, "I love him." "No, you don't," he said, easily. "And even if you were with him, you wouldn't be able to go a day without my touch." "You're wrong." He rammed his finger up into me. I was forced to hold onto him to keep steady, my chest heaving against his as I desperately tried to control myself. Those dark eyes stared into my own with amusement, eyebrow cocking as if asking, 'you sure about that?' His lips brushed mine, and I had to resist the temptation to push mine into his. Then they were at my ear, warm and hot and a reminder to the excruciating pleasure he could make me feel with just his mouth. "Now let's show that lover boy of yours just what it sounds like to make you come undone."

[MATURE CONTENT] a rumpelstiltskin retelling #1 in the ODD FAIRYTALES series "Do you enjoy torturing me?" He asked on a groan as his hand travelled from my inner thigh to further upwards, finding me sans panties. "Only-" I breathed raggedly as he began tracing my slit with gentle strokes with not enough pressure to relieve me of the burn charging my core. "- when it suits." "Well," he said, finger dipping inside me, making me cling to his shoulders. "For your trouble, I'm about to fuck you so hard they'll write about us." "Like a fairytale?" I asked on a whisper, amusement dancing in my voice as I stared into his glowing golden eyes. "Be careful," he warned, ducking his head until I felt his hair brush my face. His lips were a millimetre from my ear, his breath making something thrum within me. "The ending will make you scream." I didn't doubt that.

~In which a girl named Eris meets a boy named Killian.~ ... Killian was looking at me through hooded eyes, scanning my attire. "What are you wearing?" He asked. His tone was defensive, showing he wasn't sure how to act. "Nothing, why? You don't like it?" I asked innocently. "Eris, you look delicious. Take it off." ⚠️ Trigger Warning; mentions of rape and abuse.⚠️

The brooding and mysterious Cameron St. Laurent isn't intimidated by the feisty woman at his doorstep. And when she asks him for the impossible, Cameron knows just how to sweeten the deal. ***** Spitfire in Love is a published book! As a Wattpad reader, you can access both the Published Edition and Original Edition upon purchase. When Cameron's prized motorbike got side-swiped, he had no clue that repayment would come in the form of an irresistible spitfire and struggling university student named Kara. But she's determined to pay back the debt, and Cameron can't let the deal slip through his fingers. He needs to pursue her; the two of them together are combustible, their chemistry an undeniable ticking time bomb. But Kara is used to being alone, forced to grow up fast to protect herself and her brother. Having built up walls, she has a hard time trusting Cameron, who has deep wounds of his own. And when his dark past comes knocking, he realizes that he'll have not only slay his demons, but lay himself on the line, to win Kara over, body and soul. Book 1 in the In Love Series

*** This story is now FREE!!!*** After a traumatic breakup with her college sweetheart, Aria Davenport meets an older, more sexually experienced businessman who promises to change her life forever. ***** When starry-eyed Aria Davenport discovers her long-time boyfriend is planning a future without her, she's devastated. His betrayal unhinges life as she knows it. As she tries to come to terms with her new single status, she's reminded of the charismatic entrepreneur, Phoenix Prescott, and their romantic tryst she'd rather forget. But it just so happens that Phoenix is always in the right place at the right time, and even with the 10-year age gap between them, Aria can't stop fantasizing about life with this older and more...experienced man. Can she bring herself to let love in after being burned so badly in the past? Content and/or Trigger Warning: this book contains mature language, sexual themes and suggestive content. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]] 🚨Book 2, sequel ELECTRIC IMPULSE: A Bond UnBreakable is out NOW! Check my profile and save it to your reading list.♥️

Bree Portman has a rather unusual job. She is paid to kill people, and her next target is the one and only Elijah Lancaster - her ex-best friend. He is known to be a man whore, and it seems that he 'accidentally' slept with a married woman. Now, someone wants him dead, and she has to get rid of him. Elijah is always surrounded by people, particularly of the female gender, and Bree figures that the best way to kill him without causing a scene, is by getting close to him again. Maybe that wasn't her best decision...

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.