"You're angry, frustrated. You want some form of release. I can help you with what you want." I drop my hand to trace the edge of his wrist sensually. "If that's what you want. I'm consenting." His eyes turn from brown to black within a matter of seconds, his nostrils flare as he attempts to keep everything together but I could tell he's struggling. He opens his mouth to speak but ends up pressing his hand to my throat, slamming me into the corridor wall. Kassian's lips graze my jaw, feeling the heat of his body radiate against mine. "What I want is to fuck you hard until you're screaming, your legs are shaking and your pussy is dripping." My mouth quivers at his words, keeping the eye contact between us. "Then take me," I pant out desperately. "Right here. Right now." . . . When Cleo is cursed by her mother because of long term envy, she turns to a life of misery and torment. The curse slowly killing her day by day, the main purpose to block her ability to sense her mate. Cleo despises everyone, destroying anything and everything in her way, her heart growing colder by the second. When she trespasses on Kassian's land, an Alpha with severe anger issues. His pack fight to spare her life after Kassian is adamant on killing her, not trusting her vicious ways. But Cleo is out for revenge on her mother and she won't stop until she's got it. 18+

Nick Jackson is Ole Miss's hottest player on and off the field. Bagging himself a football scholarship to the college of him dreams, he finally gets to focus on playing ball alongside his best friend. Hopping from girl to girl being his usual routine, he returns back to college but with another addition made. His younger sister Haley got into the same college. Carter Steel, has a famous last name in the football industry. She keeps it to herself until people find out, when they do they only want to use her to get to her brothers or her father. Very quiet and shy girl but will snap if you push her too far. Originally from New York, she got into Ole Miss and is starting college the coming fall. Not good at making or keeping friends, she's nervous to meet her new roommates in the college her parents and older brothers went to. Being on her own will help her independence, but she's a family girl and makes a promise to herself to make new friends and to enjoy college. Little does she know that it'll end up bringing complications. New friends, new environments and new boys. WARNING ******This book contains mature scenes and strong language. Read at your own discretion****** *I don't own the rights to the cover photo*

He is all I can think about, since the day I first caught his scent. I try to imagine what he looks like, tastes like. but nothing I dream up seems like it will do him justice. Imagine finding your mate. You want him, he wants you.... right? I mean that's how it should be.... and well his scent is always there. Everywhere I go I can smell him. From sun up to sun down he's there, always in the shadows but the problem is I've never seen my mate. I don't even know what species he is. All I know is his name. Soren.

*WARNING* This story contains supernatural characters, biting, romance, infuriating stubborn men, plot twists and a ton of mature content only suitable for readers who are 18 + Rory Knight has grown up in a world of supes, but nobody knows who or what she actually is. When she falls into a hopeless romance with the dashing Seth Beaumont, she thinks all her dreams have come true. But what happens when jealousy rears her ugly head? What has the moon got in store for Rory? Vampires and werewolves... what could possible go wrong?

"You're playing a dangerous game, Leah." Underneath those thick lashes peeked jade crystals, blazing with some daring spark that once again woke that primitive greed I could not control. "You're my wife now. I can have you whenever I please." I had leaned over her as she sat in the bathtub, all tumbling hair of gold and one daring smile that had my blood rush with mad desire; an erection that throbbed since the second I had interrupted her bath. Wrenching her gaze from mine, she ran her hand over her lathery bare leg. Damnation. She was playing my resistance. "Can you? Remember the rule?" A mere glance up at me and another wave of heat rushed up my legs. When she traced her wet finger over my jaw, I had to suspend that crippling necessity to scoop her in my arms right then, and take her to my bed for the night. "Six months.. One night. Who will break it first?" Those crimson lips moved in a way that had me pulsing with lust. A growl broke from my chest with the realization of her words. A rule I made up. Hell, it was supposed to be a marriage of benefits only. Six damned months only. And yet- "The rule stands for you only." I reminded. Why was I still dressed? Why in the hell was I holding back when she sat there naked in that tub, waiting for me to ravish her? "I will never beg for a night with you, Valentine." She said the obvious. "Because you'll do it first." *** |18+ Mature Content|

Ethan Miller runs Miller Inc. a worldwide luxurious business company that has its hands in many parts. Hotels, private airplanes, cars even the music industry. You name it, the company has ties. Taking over the company in recent years from his father, with the help of his two other brothers. The youngest recently being graduated they're ready to succeed together. Ethan is a notorious playboy known to the female population as the sexy Greek god who saunters around with a famous smirk on his face making panties drop wherever he goes. Chloe Jennings runs her own family company. Jennings Inc. taking over from her grandfather, and siding with her own father. After a tragedy happening to her oldest brother, she was seen as the back up plan for running the company. As her father grows weaker, she must learn the ropes of the company faster than expected. Chloe and Ethan were childhood friends that used to get on each others nerves growing up. When the two companies are expected to work together on a project to open a high end luxurious hotel. They must see each other after ten years of loosing all contact to accommodate their busy lives. What will happen? **WARNING: this story contains strong language and sexual scenes for mature readers. Read at your own discretion** *I don't own the rights to the cover photo*

Ryker Fox is a spoiled, hollywood playboy in need of a reality check. Emma Riley is an independent, no nonsense type of woman unhappy with the way things are going. What happens when their paths cross? *Mature Content*

Alexis Montgomery-Logan lived a life of luxury. Great schools, fancy cars, dance training - if she wanted it then she could have it.....well she could, up until one of her parents business associates steps out of line, changing Lexi's life forever. Finding herself living on the streets Lexi is forced to adapt to a new life, learn new skills, rely on old training and surprising new friends. What forced Alexis to the streets? Who will she encounter? What will her next move be? Please note, though this is a sequel to Treading Water, it can be read as a stand alone novel. That being said, if you haven't read Treading Water, please check it out!! You might just love it!!

[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."