(Book 1 of the Mafia standalone series) "Do you need anything?" I ask, turning to Jeremy even though my voice trembles. Jeremy throws his head back against the cushions and smiles. "Keep speaking," he says, eyes half-lidded but glowing. I blink. "What do you want me to say?" "I'm so happy I was shot" he murmurs, grinning up at the ceiling like a lunatic. My mouth drops open. "If I'd known hearing that gorgeous voice would require a few bullets" he adds, "I would've taken them sooner. Happily." Heat crawls up my neck. "Keep talking, or I'll pass out" he threatens lightly, waving a limp hand in my direction. I roll my eyes, but I can't help smiling. "Jeremy Romano, don't pass out on me." His eyes fly open as if someone electrocuted him. "Say that again" he says, suddenly wide awake. "Don't pass out on me?" I repeat cautiously. "No" he breathes. "The two words before that." I frown. "Jeremy Romano?" His reaction is immediate, his smile brightens until it practically lights the whole room. "Say it again" he whispers. "Jeremy Romano." He lets out a dreamy groan. "I'll die a happy man." I slap his arm. Harder than I should've. He winces and I instantly panic. "I'm so sorry!" "Kiss it. I'll feel better," he says, smirking.

There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket. My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real. My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?" The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings. "No" he whispers. "I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim. But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow. His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me. His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one. My tears. My pain. My silence. All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him. He came because he chose to.

Isaac pulls back, his eyes burning into mine. "Look at me after I kiss you" he says, voice low and rough, like he's fighting for control. I nod, breathless, cheeks flaming. "Are you shy?" he asks, a teasing lilt in his tone. I shrug, my voice barely a whisper. "I-I don't know what to do. It's my first time kissing someone." Isaac's eyes soften. He smiles-a slow, dangerous smile that sends another shiver through me. "It's also my first time, Mila" he says, voice warm and low. My head snaps up, eyes wide. No way. He's too good at this. "It can't be" I say, disbelief colouring my voice. He leans closer, lips brushing my ear. "Just because it's my first kiss doesn't mean I don't know exactly what I need to do to make you feel good, sweetheart." Heat blooms in my cheeks, spreading down my neck. My hands tremble as they rest on his chest.

My fingers instinctively grip his suit jacket, my body burning at the sensation of his lips moving against mine and at the way his hands hold me. I can feel his breath hitch when I hesitantly kiss him back with more confidence, my lips parting slightly. He lets out a soft groan, tilting his head to deepen the kiss even further. My stomach flips, warmth spreading through my chest as I melt against him, completely lost in the way he tastes and the way he feels. When he finally pulls back, I barely have time to catch my breath before he kisses me again. Soft pecks this time. One on my cheek. Another on the tip of my nose. And then, finally, a lingering kiss on my forehead that makes my eyes flutter shut. My heart is betraying me with its rapid beats, and I'm pretty sure I've forgotten how to breathe properly. Tropes: Only soft towards her Arranged Marriage (forced) Love at first sight Villian mmc (kinda?) Touch her and die 🤭 HEA

When he meets her, a girl with an (almost) unealthy obsession with cinnamon hearts, he knew it was meant to be. As for her, she didn't understand how her body reacted to him. her heart beating faster, that pink blush on her light skin, how she felt sad when he stopped touching her... They both had dark past, but could a light make its way in their lifes? Only if they stuck together... written from both their povs!

As a result of past trauma, Lucy, a hardworking nurse, has kept herself in a safe bubble, only letting her closest friends in. She knows she needs to shake it up and talk to new people, so when her best friend, Kiera, suggests that she sign up to have a prison pen pal, Lucy agrees. Never did she expect to be paired with the piercing and gorgeous Braden Valencia. What will happen when she starts to let Braden in, but he is hiding a huge secret? Snippet: He leans down and captures my lips into a searing kiss. He hums huskily in my ear as he pins me up roughly against his cell wall. My fingers rake the back of his orange jumpsuit, feeling the strong muscles move under the breathable fabric. He moves his lips to my neck and slowly places wet kisses in a downward motion. "You're mine." Top Rankings: #4 in Prison #6 in Soulmates

When Peyton left town sixteen years ago she thought it was forever. When she returned to the town she grew up as an ER doctor she runs into her little brother. He's now part of an outlaw motorcycle club. Luca, the club president instantly draws her attention. Neither know of each other's pasts. The secrets peyton holds are not just to protect herself but her her son as well. Can Luca save her when her past comes for her? This book is a motorcycle club romance and contains violence.

For over a century, humans have been forced into hiding from the galaxy. Arielle and her family were hidden for years until one day they were captured and taken, she was never supposed to survive let alone be found by the High Warlord Kairon. Kairon has conquered worlds, followed the Council's orders without question, and buried whatever humanity he had left a long time ago. That was until he came across a human for the first time captured and scared in a cell. And it changed everything he thought he knew about humans. What starts as survival slowly turns into obsession, and then into something far more dangerous. Because Arielle isn't just human, and the bond forming between them is forbidden, powerful, and capable of tearing empires apart. As secrets come to light and history starts repeating itself, they're forced to decide how much they're willing to burn to stay alive and stay together. A dark, slow-burn alien romance about power, fate, and a love that was never supposed to exist. Mature themes, explicit scenes, and violence throughout. ••••• 🥇 Ranked in Scifi Romance 🥈 Ranked in Fantasy Romance 🥉 Alien Romance

"I've killed. I've slaughtered. I've done unspeakable things, and I know that there is a light at the end of the tunnel for one as evil as me. That means there is hope for you, my angel." "And how do you know that?" I ask bitterly. He presses his fingers to my chin, tilting my face up to stare down at me. "Because as soon as I saw you, I knew there was hope." ✄❥ ✄❥ ✄❥ ✄❥ ✄❥ ✄❥ ✄❥ ✄❥ ✄❥ ✄❥ Anyone who stands within a foot of the werewolf that is Tressa assumes that she is exactly what she wants them to think. A bitch. A tough, mean exterior is simply her way of keeping herself safe. Safe from her mother's abuse, from her pack's attention, even from herself. Inside of Tressa's harsh defenses is a lost girl longing to be loved, longing to break free. Ryk is a lycan, and he's evil. Pure evil. He relishes in killing, and bathing in the blood of anyone who stands in his way. But, he has not always been this way. Dark magic and manipulation hold him captive inside his own body as a prisoner. A battle wages inside him between light and dark, wrong and right. And there's only one person who can save him, and she's just as twisted as he is. COMPLETED ✓ *Book 1.5 of the Selenophilia series Best read AFTER Klepto If you read this book by itself you will be ultra confused, and get major spoilers It's more of a companion Novella of sorts You have been warned. lol* Rated PG-13 for mild language, violence, abuse, and themes of eating disorders. Read at your own discretion

"I'm a psycho at the bottom of the pack, and you're a warrior built to kill. Isn't it a weird mix?" He shrugs, a wicked grin plastered to his face. "I think it's the perfect mix." ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ *Completed * Klepto is a werewolf, an omega, and exactly as her name says. A kleptomaniac. She's a compulsive stealer. So it's not a surprise that everyone in her pack despises her for her flaw. To distract herself from the constant bullying, she sticks her nose in books, dreaming of fictional worlds. Ezra, on the other hand, is a prideful lycan warrior with a desperate need for an attitude adjustment. When his team is assigned to protect a pack in the mountains of West Virginia, he is anything but thrilled. He wants power, responsibility, respect... things that don't come with being a babysitter. It's when they arrive that Ezra spots the curvy werewolf that happens to be his soul mate. In that moment he finds his entire world shifting. Klepto is a thief, and she knows just how to steal his heart. * Rated PG-13 for mild language, abuse, some adult content * Highest rankings #1 in new adult - 6/29/19 #4 in werewolf - 3/18/19 #1 in warrior - 6/24/19 #3 in lycanthrope - 6/4/18 #52 in love - 3/18/19 #5 in mates - 4/2/19 #63 in alpha - 3/25/19