[ C O M P L E T E D ] With one final breath, I raise my hand up and slap him across the cheek. I would've bitch slapped him but I only met him today and his face is too pretty for me to mess up. The whole crowd gasp at what I just did. Even I'm surprise at what I just did. Good thing is, I've got his attention. Bad thing is, he's glaring straight at me, piercing into my soul. Oh dear lord, have mercy. - First story of the How to Love series. Highest rank: #11 in Teen Fiction #1 in Fiction #3 in Funny Available in Russian translation by @msissqueen On iReader

[C O M P L E T E D] crooked grins, sly hands, and one dangerous voice "Corbin Foxx. 18 years old. Spoiled snobby kid born with a silver spoon who thinks he can do anything he want and bully whoever he wants just because his family is rich. About right?" Corbin smirks, clearly amused by the twinkle in his dark black eyes which resembles his soul. "Hazel Reyes. 18 years old. Boring good girl who's in love with her best friend all her life. Her life revolves around her best friend and that's all she knows how to do. Stop giving your time to someone who's not worth it." - Second story of the How to Love series but can be read as a standalone. On iReader*

A high school girl, is very hard to get but no one really knows the reason why. Her older brothers best friend takes a shot at winning her in bed, but the quiet boy comes along and takes a shot too... who will win?

"Amara come and dance with me" Riley demands while dragging me into the dance floor. I detested clubs and parties but I was dragged here by my best friends for my 19th birthday. As I started dancing I could feel a pair of eyes on me. I began to scan the room subtly until my gaze was connected with a pair of bright green beautiful eyes. This wasn't a man, this was a God. His hair was dark and not too short but just that length where you can push it back and it looks effortless. His body looked sculpted and chiseled as if every little detail about him was carefully planned out. He wouldn't stop looking at me. I tried to avert my gaze until a couple of seconds later I felt two large strong arms wrap around my body.

I slightly turned my head, making eye contact with him. My lips part softly as I got a good look at his eyes. They were different than usual, they were now dark and sensual. His sharp eyes didn't break from mine as his hand on my stomach paused, and instead of up it slide down. His pinky finger was at the waistband of the pants I was wearing. "You're such a good girl Niara, ain't that right?" he asks as the tip of his fingers slowly slipped under the waist band. "Y-yes.." I responded breathlessly. "Yes what?" he hummed. "Yes sir" --- Niara gets a new homeschool teacher, who just happens to be the most beautiful man she has ever seen. Killian Donovan was hired by a trusted friend of his to teach his 18 year old daughter.

When sent a final assignment by her psychology professor to study the recent criminal arrests and random mental institution disappearances happening in the city - Carter Mason, a 23 year old psychology major at the University of Georgia, packs up her bags and heads to the city of Atlanta to jump on the case. Determined to earn an A on her final graduate report, Carter finds herself at one of the biggest law firms in Atlanta and the country, Martins, owned by the mysterious, forbidding lawyer Sam Martins. While conducting her research Carter is offered two propositions by Sam Martins himself: money and a session of private interviews, to end her research of the cases. Conflicted with the offer, she blindly accepts. But, as the two spend more time together Carter catches Mr. Martins eye and out of his favor begins to have a relationship with him of only "strictly fucking". As time goes on Carter discovers the real Sam Martins and why she was bribed to end her research to begin with.

AVAILABLE NOW IN PAPERBACK AND EBOOK! College football star Bronx Miller and pre-med major Olivia McCausland are paired as anatomy lab partners, and throughout the rocky semester the two become closer than they ever could have imagined. *** Bronx Miller is the hotshot college quarterback with a rough past. On track to make it to the NFL after graduation, Bronx is hyper focused on football, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have his fun as campus's most notorious player on and off the field. While Bronx has a well-known zero commitments policy, that doesn't stop campus's queen bee, Adrianna, from desperately trying to lock him down for herself. It isn't until Bronx is paired with straight-A, pre-med student Olivia McCausland as his anatomy lab partner that he realizes he may actually want something more. Instantly drawn to her, Bronx starts to let his guard down and his playboy persona slip. Throughout a rocky semester full of study sessions, bets based on test scores, and driving wedges determined to keep them apart, Bronx and Olivia become close, realizing they're more alike than they originally thought. And when faced with turmoil, Bronx comes to learn that scars come in all forms, shapes, and sizes. If you look hard enough.

|18+| In one night of drunken, post-breakup passion, Lizbeth manages to hookup with the dominant boy of her dreams. It was supposed to be a one night stand, one and done, never seen again. Until she does see him again, as her professor. Private tutoring sessions never sounded so good. |This is a BDSM-themed, erotic romance. If that and other assorted pervy things do not appeal to you, take this as your warning.| × Highest Rankings × #1 in Breakup #1 in Kink #1 in Passion #1 in Professor #2 in teacherxstudent #32 in Romance

[Edited Version] "We only read erotica," Fiona said with a straight face. "Come again?" I asked, clutching my copy of Jane Eyre to my chest. I suddenly felt like a girl who'd come to a fancy-dress party dressed as herself. "Oh, come on, Janelle," Fiona smiled, pulling my hand and leading me into the room. The light in the library was dimmed to a dull glow, and then I heard a man's voice reading: "I entered her from behind, squeezing the taut skin of her buttocks and driving myself even deeper, until..." Somewhere in the dark, I heard moans of pleasure and the unmistakable yowl of a climax... [Cover by @headfullofstars]

[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."