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SAND, SEQUINS & SILICONE is now available in bookstores and online! This is just a sneak peek of the published book. If you read it and love it, please remember to leave a review on Goodreads or Amazon. And tag me on social @piamia & @fpxwpbooks! Order your copy - https://frayedpagesmedia.com/book-sand-sequins-and-silicone Sand in my toes, wind in my hair, and my friends by my side . . . What more could I ask for? Princess came to LA to make something of herself, to share her music, and find real love . . . She's got an amazing squad of friends and a certain blue-eyed man who she can't get out of her head. With a new single just released, everyone wants a piece of her: party invitations, paparazzi, and custom couture dresses abound. She's living her California dream. But Hollywood isn't exactly what she thought it would be. Behind closed doors, there's lies and loneliness disguised by smiles and laughter. It's hard to know who to trust, or what's fake and what's real. Princess just wants success―on her own terms―but needs to make sure she doesn't lose herself in the process. This juicy debut novel by international recording artist Pia Mia is an intimate, insider peek at the ups and downs of fame in the music industry, told from the point of view of an up-and-coming pop star.

Maddie can't remember the last 2 years, but she knows Ethan is the handsome boy who's been haunting her dreams. Do they have an insta-spark, or a past? *** When a skiing accident leaves sixteen-year-old Maddie Monroe with a brain injury, erasing all her memories from the past two years, her personality undergoes a massive transformation. Long gone is the carefree girl she used to be, and old friends feel like complete strangers. One of the strangest side effects the accident leaves her with are her dreams -- or more specifically, the boy who plagues them. She has no idea who he is, but he comes to her most nights; handsome, funny and charming as hell. When he shows up seated beside her in English class one day, she feels an instant connection to him - and as their relationship develops, Maddie can't help but feel like there's a hidden past between them. Have they met before? Who is Ethan Ryder? [[word count: 60,000-70,000 words]]

I stand there wide eyed and frozen where I am being held in place. The sounds of fists connecting on skin, cracking under his bloody fists. How can he be so cruel and heartless? Why doesn't he just leave me alone? "STOP PLEASE JUST STOP!" I hear myself scream feeling warm tears fall down my cheek. I couldn't bear it anymore. At the sound of my scream, he stops midair snapping his head towards my frightened one with a sadistic smirk. He does that every time someone begs. "Sorry Princess, I don't think I heard you?" He heard me, that's how he plays with people's emotions. "Stop just let him go he didn't do anything wrong." He stares at me blankly. His eyes show anger. "HE DID DO SOMETHING WRONG! HE TOUCHED YOU! NO ONE TOUCHES WHAT'S MINE!" I flinch from his screams, something I always do when he yells. "I'm... we aren't." I shake my head. "Say it. I WANT.TO.HEAR.YOU.SAY.IT!" I know what he wants me to say, I just couldn't. He notices that I am not going to say the three words he wants to hear. Turning to face his punching bag, he lifts his arm again, hatred in his eyes. "STOP! I -- I'll say it, just please stop. He's had enough." I say defeated. Dropping his arm, he drops him on the ground like a sack of dirt and stalks towards me as the arms that restrain me let go. "Tell me Princess. Tell me what I want to hear." he cups my face with his bloody hands. Staring into his cold-hearted eyes I let out a shaky breath "I -- I'm...only...yours." His lips curl up into a smile pulling me into his lips. Kissing me possessively, I shut my eyes tightly. Pulling away he goes back to a serious face. "You.Are.OnlyMine! Remember that. You belong to me. You know I will kill any guy that even thinks to look, speak or touch you. Do you understand me? I nod my head yes glancing over at the limp body on the ground then back at him. Stepping back, he turns and kicks him on his side making him spit blood out. "Next time you're dead!" ... I'm only his...

Fight! Fight! FIGHT!!! When everything that you've ever loved has been taking away from you, what would you be willing to do to get it back? What would you become in order to execute your revenge on all those who have wronged you? And even if you survive the battle with your enemies, will the war you're fighting with yourself kill you? +++++++ "Yes." "Ms Widow, we have got a lead on Natasha, but you aren't the only one who wants her dead. There are rumours floating around that someone extremely dangerous is also looking for her, he's offering two million for her capture." I crushed the phone in my hand, "Well, I'll double his offer, put the word out. Natasha is mine!" He whistled, "Sure thing, boss, I'll let the guys know." "Oh, and Levi, kill him if he gets in your way." I could hear the smile in his voice, "Yes ma'am." +++++++++++ "Touch yourself, baby, I want to see you pleasure yourself." I didn't hesitate; I let my hand slide down my body until it found my sweet spot. Slowly I run my fingers up and down, watching him as he watched me. "Faster," he said, "I want you to go faster." I obeyed, moving my fingers faster. He stood there, eyes glued to the rhythm of my hand. I watched him stroke himself in time with me, I felt the pressure build up inside of me, causing me to arch my back. He grunted then swore, "Go deeper baby, use two fingers." I did as he asked, using two fingers to pleasure myself. As I moved my hand, my hips rise to match it. My free hand grabbed my breast, and I squeezed hard, panting his name. His eyes never moved from between my thighs, and his own hand kept on stroking himself.

Siana King Louis was the quiet, innocent, good girl that you had in your group of friends. Siana didn't like going to parties or even going to family reunions. She would rather spend her time in a library reading a good Harry Potter book. Her bestfriend Monica was the total opposite of her, loud, mean, disrespectful. Monica was that girl who would steal your man for a day then break his heart for breaking yours.

Important Note: This story is no long available on Wattpad. The new version of this story is titled "Extra Credit" and can be found over on my profile. Thanks for reading! * * * * * Final exams are only months away when Calista Hale is told news that no senior in high school wants to hear; she's being held back from graduating. The only way for her to receive that rolled up piece of parchment at the end of July lies in Lincoln Pierce. A master of deceit and skipping class, Lincoln is sure to give Cali a run for her diploma. But as it turns out, she may be his last hope. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Copyright of Luisa Dituri © All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. ONLY AVAILABLE REAM!

[ PREVIEW ONLY ] He's a criminal. She's hasn't broken a rule in her life. He's Italian. She's American. He's mean. She's nice. He's like coffee, dark and bitter. She's like tea, light and sweet. After having the most awkward interview in the world Lily gets confronted by her Italian-American boss and it's not because she got the job. He's watching her and she's about to get taken against her will for an unknown reason. He's dark and dangerous, like the night. It's hard to live when your life is a lie and it's hard to run when someone is chasing you with a gun. This book is the first book in The Ferity Series and it's intended for a mature audience.

"Mi fai innamorare di te..." His warm breath danced on my skin. "Make me fall in love with you." He whispered against the crook of my neck. Although he couldn't see my facial expression, I smirked at his words. "You've already fallen." ************** I always loved the way fire burned. As a child I was scolded to stay away. Something about it was mesmerizing and I could never escape my affection for it. There was a new form every time, not once was it the same. It was unattainable but you could work your way around it. So when he showed up, it wasn't much different. I was immediately attracted to him. Everything about him reminded me of it-his fiery attitude and smokey essence...I couldn't get enough of him. Something in me never wanted his blazing inferno to die down. I had the burning desire to touch fire. I had the burning sensation to touch Vince Valentino.

I hurried to Dimitri's bedroom. I gasped as I saw the curtains by the window dancing freely in the wind and parts of what used to be a window lying on the ground in shatters. Dimitri was nowhere in sight. The beating of my heart escalated to bullet speed as my body began to shake violently. "Dimitri?" I yelled. No answer. "Dimitri!" No answer. "DIMITRI!" What do you think happened to Dimitri? I guess you'll have to read to find out...