Agatha 'Aggie' Stevens decided to join the Army as a nurse to make a difference. Having lived a charmed childhood, she felt it was important to do something worthwhile as an adult, but she didn't expect it to be so difficult. Dr. Roark Merrick was a surgeon in the same unit. He never smiled or laughed, and he never mixed business with pleasure. He was an enigma who kept to himself, and there was nothing Aggie liked more than to poke the bear. It wasn't uncommon for her to let her mind wander in the direction of Roark because it made the days go faster. Now, Aggie's tour is over and it's time for her to go home, ending the business between her and Roark, but does that mean it's time for pleasure? What will happen when she returns home and Roark stays behind?

❝ You are a Lair, Professor! ❞ I said as I slapped him across the face. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him. ❝ No student of mine may disrespect me like that and get away with it ❞ He said with a force that would have made any person in the world tremble. But not me. I gazed into his green eyes. ❝ But I am not anyone, Am I? ❞ ___________________ When Wahaj, a practising Muslim, received an acceptance letter two years ago from a prestigious college, she never thought she would marry her cold professor who doesn't even look at her direction twice. Still, she did, and the secrets are unfolding. Ibrahim Yilmaz is a cold-hearted genius who became a professor at the age of 24, and he only cares about his career, but everything changes when Wahaj comes into view.

Henrietta serves the riches and cruelest man in all of Theodosia. After having lost his wife during child birth he retreats from the world and Henrietta is left to fulfill her mistress last wish. As the years go by, Calvin soon realizes that a maid has been a mother figure to his son. Angered and ashamed, Calvin opens the doors of his Manor to seek a proper mother for young Henry. He seeks to rid himself of Henrietta, but soon he will realize how much he really needs her.

Heart broken and mistreated by her arranged husband, Scarlett Heart seeks refuge in a massive garden hidden in the center of a labyrinth. When Dathan falls prey to an accident in his very home, Scarlett is blamed for the incident and forced to care for him. Without trying or realizing it she slowly begins to unfold the metaphorical blind fold around his eyes. Will Dathan allow his confused and troubled feelings to go unnoticed, or will he fight to keep the woman he now realized he loves.

[Book 1 of the Carter Brother Series *Can be read separately*] Rated R novel so please ensure you are of appropriate maturity (recommended age for reading is 18+). This is the OLD VERSION of this novel. The edited, newer version is available in my library (please go to my profile to check it out). Major edits include: storyline updating, extra scenes and better spelling/grammar. I leave this on here in case anyone prefers this version :) ******************************** Dane Carter is the youngest of the Carter brothers and at 18 he's only got a few more months until he finishes high school and inherits his family's legacy of BDSM clubs. Good thing he's already found his soul-mate then! Only he hadn't expected her to be ready for his kind of lifestyle before. However now, catching her reading a raunchy book-he's ready to claim what's his. And he won't stop until she's stripped, tied up and screaming in pleasure for him. With a jealous cheerleader adamant that Dane should be hers, Emery may be faced with the tough task of the one to fight for her mate.

**SPIN OFF OF MARRIED TO MY BEST FRIEND** LOVE...The feeling that makes you feel complete. And once blessed with it, you do everything to cherish it, to never let it go. So when Samreen Khan falls in love with her step-cousin, Zayer Qureshi, she hides the demons of her past in a fear of jeopardising her relationship with him. But what is love if you can't be honest? She hides her past and hiding the past is as good as lying. What happens when her Lies catch up to her? ©Love_is_vanilla

[MATURE CONTENT] Have you ever wondered, what happens when a blood thirsty psychopath wants to get a therapy session just for the sanity of a name which leaves a trail wherever he goes. And what happens when that therapist wants nothing more but for him to sink his dick deep inside her to quench that undying lust against the line of her career. ***** "Say my name flower." Hoisting her smooth legs on his waist violently thrusting into her pussy as she bites her lips holding down the huge ball of moans just to taunt the green eyed Russian. Her client. "Never." Saying affirmative, Rosie swears in mockery not understanding the more she dares the psycho, the more hungry he gets for her. With that, a devilish grin crosses his face looking down at her lying on the table squirming hard obviously holding herself back from giving the tattooed man thrusting hard, deep, fast and so fucking good her brains melted, lost in the expertise of him inside of her. But no, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of her loving every thrust he gives her sopping wet pussy until he accepts he needs her just as much as she needs this psycho. Softly, he whispers sucking her earlobe that has her toe curling and her pussy dripping. "By the end of the day I will have you moaning, begging and screaming my name flower, because you are mine. Fucking mine." **** Mature content Violence Mature romance 18+ IF YOU ARE NOT A FAN OF CONTROLLING MEN AND A SEMI-SUBMISSIVE FEMALE LEAD, PLEASE DO NOT READ. I REPEAT, DO NOT READ WITH INTENTIONS TO BRING HATEFUL COMMENTS BECAUSE YOU DO NOT LIKE IT. THANKS.

| 18+ | Completed | • • • "Did you wax that p*ssy for me? Make it nice and smooth?" • • • River Ballas has a talent for one thing: Cooking. Well two things, if you count harboring a secret fixation on someone- a talent. Vance Lawson was her secret. Her roommate's cold and asshole-ish older brother was not supposed to be in her mind as she laid in bed at night, wondering how skilled his hands really are. And he - definitely - wasn't supposed to be on her culinary school schedule listed as the teacher in room D32.

[Reached #1 in Spiritual] He stands there tall, but not the same man I saw yesterday. This man had his shoulders slouched, he was heaving up and down. Not strong and confident as his usual self. His back was to me but he was facing the large office wall that's made out of glass. He leaned closer to the glass and put his head against it. His right hand joined and the glass started fogging. His breathing slowly blurring out the lively New York City. "Mr. Saleh?" I Whispered. He sighs heavily and turns around. I was shocked. His eyes were puffy and red. A fresh tear was slowly making its way down his cheek. He cleared his throat and clenched his jaw. "What?"

One twirl, one moment, and everything changed... She wanted to sway with the wind and experience the breeze. She wanted to be so much more than whispered words of insanity. She was delusional, and her storm was showing no mercy.