"Seduce me, cara mia." He crooned. "Seduce me like you seduced those other men." * 18 year old, Rosamaria Castro, a trainee at the Italian Mafia is moving on to the last stages of her training which meant learning The Art of Seduction, and from no other than the One and Only, 23 year old, Vincenzo Dominico, the leader of the Italian Mafia. The more time Rosa spent with him, the closer she grew to him emotionally and... physically. There was always more to their story than what the naked eye could see. Join them in their journey full of steamy romance, secrets, and heartbreaks. #1 on fear #1 on seduce [Trigger warning: This book is meant only for mature audiences due to scenes of violence and sexual activity.]

What do you do when you're in a crisis? A financial crisis? A) Borrow money off someone B) Find a job C) Try sell yourself Caliana Hart, like any normal girl, chose option C. But she's made the mistake of choosing the wrong man to mess with. Temporary cover: ayeitsning

*Wattpad Featured Story* While forbidden fruit is said to be sweeter...it usually is. Elliot Monroe always found herself tangled when it comes to love and relationships. Hunter Graham is no exception. He is her secret. And it's beautiful

He roughly pushed me against the wall and looked me straight in my eyes as I winced at the pain that shot through my back. This guy has a bad habit of pushing me against the wall. "Do you have any idea who I am, Sweetheart?" He said slowly, in a dark husky voice. "No, and I don't give two shits about it either." I snapped, not breaking eye contact. He smirked. "You're very..." He paused, thinking of a word, with the same smirk on his lips. "I'm what?" I dared, expecting him to come up with an insult or some type of comeback so I can wipe that smirk right off his face. "...Unique." He paused again, inching his face closer. But I stopped him before he could continue. "Save it, and let that thought rot in the back of your head because I never want to hear it, or anything else out of your mouth again." I deadpanned, crossing my arms. Now it was my turn to smirk. I inched my face closer to his so that we were only centimeters apart. "I'm nothing like these other girls and I will not take any bullshit from you or anybody else." I pointed my finger straight at his chest. "You want to know why?" I whispered seductively as I trailed my finger up his chest and tugged his collar, standing on my tip toes so that I could reach his ear. "Because you simply have no effect on me." -------------------------- Amelia Johnson isn't that usual type of cliché high school girl. She stays to herself, does things a parent wouldn't be proud of, and doesn't have many friends, but only because she chooses not to. With her father in and out of jail, she is able to do what she wants, and that's exactly what she does. But this time, her father is going to prison and he wont be back for a while. She is immediately forced to live with her gradma up state. She doesn't want to do nothing but finish the rest of the school year and have a good summer, but a certain someone makes that very difficult for her.

In the kingdom of Vanderdash, there is no more feared warriors than that of the Scarlet Guard. Protectors of the royal family, skilled assassins trained since childhood, They follow the crown, they enforce the crown. To many, the group cloaked in red is a greater symbol of the royal family's power than the kings crown itself. Citizens respect and fear the scarlet guard, the power they hold. But within the guard there is only one who installed that very same feeling into the rest. Head of the prince's royal guard, ruthless and cunning, rarely seen by the citizens themselves. They call her Red. An expert in poisons and deception, the small girl has brought armies to their knees without once lifting a blade. A vermillion haired monster hidden behind the face of a doll. ~~ I smiled up at the men, "Would you like a cookie?" They peered into the basket I held out, spotting the heart shaped treats. "They're cinnamon with apple Jam. I do promise they are to die for." The taller mans eyes narrowed, "did you give the poor fool dead on the road a cookie?" My lips parted, "a dead man? Oh my..do you think it is safe?" "..depends on who you are miss, why did you say you were in the woods again?" I smiled gently, "I didn't." He rose a brow. "I'm delivering these," I shook the basket a bit, "to my dearest grandmama." He hesitated for only a slight second, "oh. well. be careful then. These woods can be dangerous." I nodded once still holding out the basket, "so would you?" "Would we what?" I giggle a bit, "like a cookie silly." "Ah.." he scratched the back of his head, "sorry, I'm not too fond of apples." Damn it. I sighed softly, "strawberry next time then." "Right..." As I turned to go I looked up at the two tall men, "you be careful now too gentleman. There are wolves in these woods." They nodded rigidly as I spun and began to skip off, giggling to myself. He asked the wrong question. I didn't give the dead fool a cookie. I gave him two.

Second book to Mafia's Secret --- Celestine had taken over Ravens spot as the Goddess after the accident, that happened a year ago. But Raven forgot about someone from the Perez family, and they're back for revenge. With a secret of their own. -- WARNINGS This book is not for people with faint hearts, or get triggered easily. There will be graphic pictures, Violence, Swearing, a bit of underaged sexual content, and other mature content. If you comment on my book that this book is 'upsetting' I will be upset. I have warned you ahead of time. Other than that, enjoy.

❝What would you do to find your Prince Charming?❞ Everyone knows your first kiss is supposed to be the most exciting thing in your life. For Grace Carter it just so happened to take place in a janitors closet with a boy she doesn't even know. Now with the memory of a kiss she'll never forget, with a boy she doesn't even know, she decides it's time to find her Prince Charming once and for all. Kissing half the boys in your class is hard enough, but kissing half the boys in your school is a whole other problem. Firstly, she has to figure out a way for them to actually kiss back. Secondly, her best friend thinks she's crazy for even thinking a guy like him exists. Thirdly, she can't help but wonder if it was all in her head to begin with. With senior year almost ending, and the boy in the janitors closet still a secret, Grace is willing to do whatever, and kiss whomever, to find her mystery man. Even if she has to leave a trail of broken hearts in her wake to find him.

[Explicit Content] Jo Bennett is an apathetic college student by day and a highly skilled spy by night. She uses sex to get what she wants and alcohol to numb her feelings. She's perfectly content with the status quo and has no intention of looking backwards... until painful ghosts from her past come looking for her. When Jo's long lost brother and childhood love break into her apartment, her carefully constructed double life begins to fall apart, piece by piece. Kidnapped by her brother's enemies whose end game is to kill them both, Jo has to employ every trick in the book to make it out alive. The question is, will it be enough? WARNING: This book contains sex (and lots of it), violence, strong language, and drug and alcohol use.

When Damon Carbone, the rightful heir to the Italian Mafia gets overthrown and betrayed by his own family, he is forced underground. He now lives his life in the shadows as the notorious assassin, Il Mietitore, gaining the skills necessary to take back his throne. He devises a scheme to overthrow his cousin, Don Martino Mendoza, and get the revenge he's been craving for the past five years. But in order to accomplish that, he requires the help of a mysterious Femme Fatale. A Femme Fatale with a hidden past and her own agenda in mind.

"I'll let you go tonight, Amore, despite your lies. I've decided to stay in town for a while longer so I am...positive that we'll be together again. Goodnight, Adrienne." Suddenly he let me go. I wobbled a bit before regaining balance and walked away from him. Right as I made it to the entrance, something possessed me to look back at him-one final time. He watched me go with a mischievous smirk. When we made eye contact, he shot me a wink before sitting at the bar. He was right. This won't be the last time I see the Devil reincarnated Christian. --------