"The Angie I know would never buy that dress, let alone wear it!" Steph practically screams. "Maybe it's time I stopped being the Angie you know." I said, handing over my card to the lady behind the counter for my new little black dress.

|| WHO WANTS TO MAKE ME A TRAILER? COVER MADE BY ME || I stand frozen in my spot starring attentively at the stranger ahead. Not making a sound nor moving a muscle. All that could be heard was my jagged breath and the gush of wind on this cold December night. He's tall with dyed blond hair and is dressed casually with jeans, a t-shirt, and a blue hoodie. But what really catches my attention are his beautiful Blue Eyes.

[SAMPLE] Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. "I heard a scream," he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed. Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarrassment won. "Everything's fine," she muttered, trying to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out. "But you screamed." "Because I came, Reed." His bewilderment only grew. "Came where?" And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life. So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin. "I had an orgasm, Reed." She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his cock she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head - not that she was trying. Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her. She pulled her sheets away.

[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."

Emily found solace in a small mountain town five years ago, though after running into an amnesiac on the side of the road, her old life makes a resurgence. ***** Emily has been hiding from her past for five years in a remote mountain lodge - until the night she nearly runs over an injured man on the side of the road. North has amnesia, and while he recuperates at the lodge, he and Emily can't seem to ignore the growing chemistry between them. There are just two problems: without his memories, North doesn't know who he really is or what he's left behind. And Emily can't risk leaving her safe haven to face the world she's hiding from once his memories return. Content/Triggering Warning: this story contains scenes of sexual and physical abuse, violence, sexual content, and mentions of suicide and mental health. [[word count: 90,000-100,000 words]] Cover designed by Lily Taylor

A scorching novel about sexy singles, intense competition, a cash prize—and no touching allowed. Lured by the promise of a million dollar prize, Tara reluctantly signs up for the new hit show Erotic Island, where sexy singles hook up on international television. It’s about as far from her scene as possible, but desperate times call for desperate auditions, and Tara is willing to do almost anything for the cash prize. The last person she expects to meet when she shows up in paradise in a thong bikini is Chris, a sinfully gorgeous barista with whom she shared a coffee—and an intense attraction. The last time she saw him, he was standing in judgement over her decision to audition. So why is he on the island? Was it all a ploy to throw her off her game and win the prize? And why is the ‘no touching allowed’ rule suddenly so very hard to follow? This book is available through all major e-booksellers. Please enjoy the first three chapters as a sample here on Wattpad.

At San Clemente High the odds couldn't be more stacked up against Jordan Bradley. She has a brother who loves her and a dad who tries his best to be there but that's the only break she could catch in life. She didn't fit in anywhere. She couldn't be an athlete because her dad made a big deal of her asthma, she couldn't be a cheerleader because she just didn't have the guts to try out, she couldn't be a nerd with a B+ average, she couldn't play any instruments so the band geeks were out. She didn't have a reason to be goth or emo, she never tried alcohol or even thought about smoking so the alcoholics and burnouts weren't an option. She couldn't skate so cross out being a skater girl, she didn't have the encouragement to be a mean girl, she wasn't one of the bullied kids because no one except for Olivia Hastings talked down to her and she could take it. She wasn't even an outcast when she went out, if she went out. Every clique has a specialty and every school has a tradition; this one just happened to be that the cliques didn't interact with each other. No matter the circumstance. And since she wasn't a part of a clique, she spoke to no-one. That is, until Hunter and Alexandra Adams joined San Clemente High. Their aunt - as their parents said, was the only one who could keep them out of trouble and coincidentally, she lived next door to and was very close to the Bradley family. What do you think will happen when Hunter and Alex decide to team up with Jordan and mess with the clique rules? Read and find out but I should warn you, its anything but what you expect.