COMPLETED: 24/02/17 *Warning: LABELLED MATURE. Due to sexual content and graphic language, this book is recommended for readers 17+ in age* Rising boxer Jaxon Cage is known to be a fighter on and off the ring. He's a man on a mission; redeeming the death of his little brother, who was on his way to become a boxing star. Jaxon holds himself accountable for his brother's death and now takes his place in the ring to continue his dream. Turns out, he's a natural. With a 5-year-old daughter he's raising, he needs the money now more than ever and is steadily making his way to the top with the help of his Coach. There's just one problem - he's taken a keen interest in his Coach's daughter and can't afford the distraction or any further burdens. But resisting her and focusing on his torturous reality is easier said than done. Quiet and shy Emily Resnick leads a simple life as an elementary teacher. Or she did, until her father took the talented and outrageously handsome Jaxon Cage under his wing. Now, she finds herself consumed by the dark and brooding but secretly soft-hearted man. She was a goner for him the second she saw the devotion he gave to his daughter and new-found job. As she discovers the many layers to this difficult man, she can't help but want to ease his burdens and carry his demons. She can't help but want him, period. Jaxon is intent on pushing her away, though, and Emily must decide if she should run from the inevitable destruction of her heart while she can, or fight for the fighter. All copyrights reserved to TheFeveredBookaholic. #1 in Fight #3 in Adult Book two: https://my.w.tt/hZHitjLyuV

When River crosses paths with a man who speaks to every hidden hunger inside her, their connection spirals into an all-consuming pull neither of them can resist-but is she Grayson's salvation... or his ruin? *** Everyone in River Avelle's hometown knows about Grayson Maddox-the troubled bad boy who almost killed another student in the middle of the school hallway. Those who look into Grayson's eyes only see pure fury and hatred. They all think he's beyond redemption, even Grayson himself. But not River. As the seemingly perfect good girl, River saw something more in those alluring grey eyes. Something worth holding onto. From the first time their eyes connect, both Grayson and River feel the intense, undeniable attraction between them...but neither of them understand what's pulling them together so fiercely. The closer they get and the more vulnerable they become, River has to wonder: is she saving Grayson from his darkness? Or is she just pulling him further into hers? *** He tips my head toward his with his index finger, keeping my eyes trained on him and driving me crazy with the primal look on his face. His grey eyes look heavy, filled with dark desire, and a shock runs up through my core. Everything around us disappears and all I can sense is him and the hardness pressing between my legs. "What are you doing to me, River?" he whispers, his voice raspy and utterly captivated. His face is lowering and I'm closing my eyes, waiting for soft lips to press against mine. My whole body is on fire as I hold my breath for his touch. *** Cover by @strayin

『°☁︎ ⇄:*˚:｡☁︎*.We stroke our polymer facades on a branch treading intricate threads of our ruptured human societies. We dismantle our shells to shoot out pleasing words, while our vulnerability sinks underground;inert and inanimate .In us, vacant molecules hung in the air freely,as they were bombarded by the rest. Just like that, our collisions sped up the swaying of miniature atoms. For the more we crossed paths, the more we bonded.And as we bonded, time elapsed, gushing your humanity away slowly, like it was an autumn leaf;escaping gradually . Our atomic structures grew brewing cold and burst to pieces beyond repair. Your arteries stretched resiliently into ventricles of adrenaline, as we adjusted ourselves in threshold galaxies, which were stroked by the roaring red in your eyes. I prepared for the turbines of emotions,ambling and strolling wirelessly.Perhaps, we attempt to flow through our entity smoothly to no avail. │However The truth is : │ · * • ˚ ✶ : · • ✵ ˚ : ✬ We live through our ongoing tragedies under our moonlight blues. The first page of my story was you. You were my first poem. Despite you being agonizingly human with the holes in your chest,you were my muse. Despite the tormenting paradox you caused, bittersweet nostalgia eased it while I gripped onto what happened. Darling, You couldn't even attain what was left of yourself, so now I'll show you a sketch of those bruises elapsing from our bones. ║━━━━━━━━━━𑁍┊ ˎˊ˗━♡♡ I deliberately dispatch the first one. The first image delineating who you are to me For this is a letter,in our torn envelope to you. To you, whose dolour touch made me flinch』 ╰────────✬ * ˚ ✶

I anticipated every breath, and every word. Each day, you could only take an uneducated guess at what he would say. What he would do. My heart tremor as he leaned in. "I was wrong, sweetheart. I was so wrong," he whispered, the words tickling my ears. "Because with you, there are no doubts. Only love, so, so much love. And, I will spend every single day, every minute, and every fucking second proving that I deserve it." *** Kimberly Wrighton, the new girl who is desperate to make it through her senior year with as little issue as possible. The girl with a diary containing her insecurities, her secrets, and her true self. Kade Ryder, the typical popular guy who feeds off of fights, anger, and violence. The guy that gets whatever he wants, no matter who or what he has to destroy in order to get it. The bad boy that girls swoon over. The guy with a heart so cold, he would laugh in the face of someone's insecurities. This time, though, Kade had gone too far. What if the most rudest, arrogant, popular, and most beautiful man in your school took your diary? What if he read every thought, every bare emotion, and every word of it? What if, in the venture to get it back, you begin to see the real man behind the cold, hard exterior, the real you, and the real truth?