I wiped my eyes once again to see deep piercing green ones looking down at me. More tears came as I saw the root of my anger, and I stood up pushing past him. I tried to run but got pulled back by a hand grabbing my wrist. "What happened?" Clyde demanded angrily. "Get off of me!" I growled and pried his fingers off my wrist and continued to the bathroom. Once inside I went into a stall and grabbed some toilet paper to wipe my face. Why was I always crying? I heard the door open and I tried to contain my sniffling so that they wouldn't hear. Then I looked down to see the feet and saw Clyde crawling under my stall. ~~~~~ Alexa Moore is a crybaby. She can't deal well with her emotions; if she is frustrated, angry, sad, mad, or hurt she can't help but cry. She hates that she always feels the need to cry and tries to stay happy by being unconfrontational, and staying away from jerks. Clyde Wood is seemingly heartless. Through the bad, sad, hurtful, and pissing situations he appears to be tougher than nails. Sure he is happy most times, but in the eyes of many he is a heartless jerk that picks on everyone. If it wasn't for his great looks he'd probably be with the Gothic kids, not the popular ones. That, and he made a hobby of being a player. Alexa meeting Clyde was definitely a recipe for disaster, causing her to shed more tears than in her entire 17 years. The year goes from good to bad to good to bad, and end bad? With so much heart churning events, will there really be a rainbow after the storm?

When Sherlock Holmes is being assigned to teach a class in his brother's University, the devoted rationalist finds himself drawn to a similarly-aged student who outsmarts him with every chance she gets. When Moriarty peeks into their lives and wants both Sherlock's and Rhea's head on a silver-plated tray, they need to make sure that the bishop does not madden the entire chess board. 🎓 🎓 🎓 "I wanted her to witness the pleasure of slow, teasing motions. My lips placed butterfly kisses all over her arched jaw, and the corner of her Cupid's bow. The rising of her chest increased, as the up-and-down swinging of her bust invited me to join the fever of anticipation. Taking over her in an excruciatingly slow manner was burdensome even for me. Possessing self-control was utterly useless and I found myself disrobing it with no second thoughts. I crashed my lips to hers and devoured the sweet madness of her flesh, nibbling every inch of her moist skin." 🎓 🎓 🎓 Copyright 2016 DocendoDiscimus Cover by @cakebakinq

Meet Cameron Grant. If he could say everything he was dissatisfied about in his life, he would. If he had the courage to tell his all-time crush Brooklyn Davis that he liked-loved her, he would. If he could curse and swear so much that nobody would ever kiss him, he would. If only he wasn't mute.

Grayson "Gray" Miller had never had much luck with love. While his talent as a special operative for Knight Security was unmatched, his love life was lacking. When an injury forces him to take a step away from his team, he finds himself in close quarters with a breathtaking physical therapist. Emma Bailey understands him in away no other woman has, but for reasons that make their relationship anything but simple.

He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.

DISCLAIMER: Sample ONLY. The book will be available for purchase on AMAZON from January 22nd. Camilla has lived and worked all her life in the manor with her mother, the housekeeper. After her death, her boss, the Duchess Hawthorne, became the closest she has ever had to family-until she passed away, too, leaving nothing but uncertainty in her future. The manor is inherited by the duchess' nephew, the only blood-related member eligible to take over the entire estate. To Vincent Hawthorne, this is nothing but some extra wealth and the perfect reason to move out from under his mother's controlling personality. To Camilla, the change means fear. The inherent fear that these newcomers will get rid of her and deprive her of the only thing she has ever known as home. But when the hot, sexy bachelor duke claims his inheritance, none of them was expecting the late noblewoman to ensure Camilla's place in the manor...and in the duke's life. Tension and attraction nest within them, bringing the new boss and his employee impossibly closer and creating love where it shouldn't. But the upper crust has always been rotten from the inside, and the fragility of their feelings may not survive scot-free. Is Hawthorne Mansion hiding darker secrets than expected? Or will Vincent's duties stay in the way of their happiness?

- Now his face was inches away from me as his breathe fanned my lips "I am sorry for this forgive me" he whispered softly in my ears Before I could answer his soft lips pressed on mine and a bunch of butterflies erupted in my stomach his one hand cupped my face I gasp at the sweet taste of his lips he did not rush as he softly move his lips with mine and I felt heat pooled between my legs More A word rang in my head He backed off but I could feel his breathe on my lips - "I am sure... it can fit both of us, and! We can keep the pillow between us so we don't... you know cuddle or whatever" I continue when he stays quiet not uttering a word "I don't want to invade your priva-" "You're not" I cut him off He sighs and stands up not making a move to come near me "Are you sure?" "we are not having sex oliver" I say sarcastically A hand slap on my face as I had realised what the fuck did I just said I could see his ears turning red even in this dark as he clears his throat Awwwww cute "welp that was inappropriate" I chuckle embarrassingly He smiles biting his lips Longggggg night ------ Oliver knightly the handsome CEO son of Mark Knightly is returning after many years, they say he never talks just few words and he's done, his stone cold face always keep eyes on everyone.. Chloe Bennet the bubbly and fun girl works in his company, She heard about his returning and she accidentally bumps into him and well *coughs* she was not very good with him not knowing the man was her CEO! while on the other end he? he falls for her. Hard The most fun and emotional roller coaster of "Foolishly in love with you" which would make you laugh and cry with chloe and oliver Warning: 18+ 9-Sep-23 • 1K 12-Sep-23 • 2k We're finally 1M!!!!!

A pair of caramel eyes, a sharp and pointed noise, a strong and defined jaw, and carnation pink lips-those were the words that could describe the man Allison Tanya Valmonte kept on dreaming every night. The man she didn't know existed. Bewitched and curious, she meticulously drew every detail of his physique and brought him to life using every stroke of her paint brush. Making that man her own masterpiece that would be featured on an art exhibit that she needed to attend to. On the day of the exhibit, their worlds collided-the man on her painting was standing next to her, real, alive, and breathing.

Complete story✔️ Soraya On my 25th birthday I'm going to take over my father's throne. I know that in order to keep my seat as the Donna of the Eastern Italian-American Mafia secure once the power is passed to me, I need loyal allies. To gain them, at my father's insistence, I'm going to offer my hand in marriage to a suitable husband of my choosing. Only fools would involve their hearts in something like this. It is going to be a business deal, not a love match, for my heart has been shattered and never healed. Let the search begin. Rafael I was born to lead the Northern Italian-American Mafia. I relish in the violence and bloodshed that come with the Don position. And yet I'm missing something vital. Her. It's been 5 years since I've last seen my little Star. She avoids me like the plague, cursing the day she's met me, and with good reason. But tonight, we're both in the same place and all the bottled up feelings I have for her broke free. I've heard she's looking for a spouse, but I'm not going to allow another's ring to slip on her finger. This is the perfect oportunity to make her mine again. Let the chase begin. When a war sparks into existence into the crime world, and big secrets are revealed, will their love be strong enough to win against all obstacles? Read and find out. **** EXCERPT ~I can't help myself, I turn her around. And the moment she looks up to me, the moment our eyes connect, I know I cannot let her go, not again. I should, I know that I should. But when I hold her like this, everything in me screams that she's mine, made for me...~ **** Tropes: arranged marriage, childhood best friends, childhood sweethearts, secondchance. Why would you read it: • brooding, possesive, protective, dark haired male MC. •badass female protagonist •mafia wars. •smut.smut.smut •soft dom •accents •his love language is acts of service WARNING:Violence. Foul language. Drug use. Murder. People trafficking. Rape mentioning. Heavy explicit

"Cora." He called, eyes caressing my face in a way that I so badly wanted for his fingers to instead. "Tell me to stop." I gulped, the words frozen on the tip of my tongue. "Cora, tell me now." He repeated, growing more agitated as his gaze moved down to my mouth. "I can't." I said honestly, shoulders dropping in defeat. That was the only confirmation he needed before he crashed his lips to mine. *** The story of a girl who's been putting up a wall for as long as she can remember, and a boy who will stop at nothing until he brings it down.