Declan lived with a workaholic father, leaving him to raise his younger sister Dina. Everything changed when his father got married and he was to get a new sister. The moment he met Avery, he knew he would never see her that way. Avery's widowed mother remarried a man who was a stranger to her. She was used to life not going her way but, she wasn't prepared for what was in store for her when she met Declan. Excerpt: Avery moans in Declan's ear "Ohhh God, yes that feels sooo good!" Declan grabs her chin and lifts it so their eyes are glued to each other. Declan slowly shakes his head and seductively says "No Avery, God isn't the one making you feel like this. I only want to hear my name come from these luscious lips." He strokes his thumb down her lips before smashing his lips to hers. Warning: Mature content 18+

[MATURE CONTENT] "He can't make your body feel the way I can," he breathed, proving his point with a simple flick of his finger as I almost came right then and there. I forced myself to say, "I love him." "No, you don't," he said, easily. "And even if you were with him, you wouldn't be able to go a day without my touch." "You're wrong." He rammed his finger up into me. I was forced to hold onto him to keep steady, my chest heaving against his as I desperately tried to control myself. Those dark eyes stared into my own with amusement, eyebrow cocking as if asking, 'you sure about that?' His lips brushed mine, and I had to resist the temptation to push mine into his. Then they were at my ear, warm and hot and a reminder to the excruciating pleasure he could make me feel with just his mouth. "Now let's show that lover boy of yours just what it sounds like to make you come undone."

*******WARNING THIS BOOK CONTAINS SEXUAL DESCRIPTIONS, MATURE LANGUAGE AND VIOLENCE.************* Natalya Grimes life used to be so simple. She would wake up every morning excited for the day ahead. She happily attended college, hoping to achieve her honours degree in Psychology. Socialising with friends and just living life up. Until a mysterious man keeps popping up. A biker known as Flame (a.k.a. Tyler Davidson) belonging to the local biker club Satan's Demons. Every corner she turned, he was there. Every dream she had, he was there. She couldn't escape him. But the question is, does she want to escape him?..

An hourglass was once used to show the passage of time, a tiny vile consisting of two glass bulbs connected vertically by a narrow neck which allowed for the trickle of sand from the upper bulb to the lower. An object of delicate beauty it demonstrated to the world what many feared most in life. Time running out. While what it represented was feared, none could ever look away as the sprinkle of sand moved silently into the lower bulb, filling as the top emptied. There was something majestically tranquil about how easily the sand slipped through the opening. And while an hourglass is most alluring to us, it still stands by its purpose. Our time will run out, no matter what we do to try and stop it. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "She belongs with us, we're taking her back." his voice was harsh, a spit of fire to his words and I felt its flame run down my spine. I didn't reply because while I knew there was logic to his words I couldn't stop the curl of fury like a snake slithering up my body as the claim shot through my head, untamed. She is mine, she belongs to me. "Come get her." I invited, the threat evident in my voice and I heard him scoff in return. "You have asked for what is coming, Fox." he snarled down the phone before hanging up and I felt it in the pit of my stomach. Our time was up. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

****book two of Savage MC series***** "Go on sweetie, blow out the candles and make a wish. Now don't tell anyone or it won't come true" "I wont, I promise". * We've all dreamed of being princesses who wore beautiful dresses and danced and swirled around in high roofed ball rooms. We've all wanted long, wavy hair and looks that stopped people in their tracks. We've all wanted a Kingdom that worshipped us indefinitely, starstruck on the idea of us. I wished and got my dream, in a roundabout way. See I wore beautiful outfits that were designed solely for me. I had hair that many would kill for and had perfected my make up to the point that I gave make up artists a run for their money. Best of all I had a Kingdom that worshipped the ground I danced on and paid to do it too; starstruck didn't come close to what they felt when they saw me. Yeah I got my fairytale princess story, in a way that was no sort of fairytale at all. * Aine had her Kingdom that she fought to own the throne in and Switch had his brotherhood that was all he needed. Two different people, two different stories. When trouble arises in the club, she'll do whatever she has to do to keep herself from becoming vulnerable and he'll do everything to tear her Kingdom apart...question is will he get what he wants or destroy them both in the process? Funny how time passes and it seems like it hasn't at all. ************************************** Three things about this story: -I'm going to make you love something you otherwise would hate. -I'm going to make you hate something you previously loved. -And by doing both of the above I'm going to break your heart. Get ready. ***Sexual content and bad language****

After her husband was killed, Nora and her sons were supposed to be safe. They moved to a new city and began a new life despite everything they had been through. For the first time in years, Nora had felt like her life was finally coming together-she had a new job, a new guy she was seeing, and two amazing sons. It was all too good to be true. But, when Nora comes home one night to find her home broken into, vandalized, and left with a threatening message, the first place she turned was back to the family she tried her best to get away from-The Hell's Tribe MC. Nora never intended to go back to the outlaw life or to fall for another biker. But, while the impending threat against her and her children looms, she finds protection and comfort by moving into Cash McPherson's house, and pretty soon after that, his bed.

Carly Atwood always remembered the man that used to live in the loft above the barn when she was a little girl. John was her childhood crush, he was the guy she wrote about in her diary, and when he left her in his army greens, he was the first man she ever cried for. Nine years later, Carly isn't the eleven year-old girl John left behind. She grew up and moved on with her life, taking over the Atwood Ranch following her father's death. John isn't the man he used to be either; physically and emotionally scarred following his last deployment in Afghanistan, John is returning to the only place he ever called home, back to the loft above the barn and to the pretty blonde girl that's been holding onto his dog tags for all these years. ----- Title inspired by the song of the same name by Tim McGraw.

The perfect recipe for procrastination includes the following: a church, a category two hurricane, and an irresistible ex-con. Said ex-con is smarter than he looks, and as it turns out, he's also an incredible kisser. There would be no studying this day, so Syden could kiss her internship at the local hospital goodbye. Unless. . . she somehow gets lucky. Twice. • • • • • This book is a compilation of mature one shots with substance. Enter only if you like your stories steamy with a slice of bacon on the side. Stories include your favorite characters from my full length books in no particular order: - Trystan and Debra - Xiomara and Omar - Bradley de Vries - Esmeralda and Darrell - Addison and Greg - Willem and Amelia - Marisol and Bruce - Filo New characters: - Syden and Rosco - Jillian and Harvey - Ella and Dion Current short stories are COMPLETED. More to be added soon. Keep updated by adding this book to your library. Cover image by: Pinterest ©️2019 Lady Altagracia

"Put your hands above your head and spread your legs," he commanded. Doing as he asked, she proceeded to lift her arms above her head and widened her stance. At the touch of his hand plowing through her wavy hair, she trembled, although it was Sahara Desert hot outside. ***** Xiomara manages to get a job as a maid and she's certain that her new job title doesn't entail having raw sex with a hard and cold, but sinfully hot stranger in her new boss's mansion. Now the job she worked so hard for is on the line. Without this job, her family will be sleeping on the streets by the end of the week. With a baby on the way, it will become impossible for her to keep supporting her family the way she used to. The father of her baby thinks she's a poor girl, desperate enough to try and trap him, so asking for his help is out of the question. Xiomara eventually finds herself stuck between a rock and a hard place - between love and deciding what's best for her family's future. [COMPLETED] [Mature] Highest rank #1 in WOC 👩🏾 #2 in Gold digger 💰 #5 in Maid 🧽 #99 in Pregnant 🤰 "I honestly really loved this book so much!!!! I loved Xiaomara especially cuz I could relate to her struggles so much...if only I could find myself an Omar" @Shuacill "I loved the way you've developed all your characters. Loved how Omar gradually found his true self. Loved Xiomara's character so much that I can't even explain. She's got to be one of my most favourite female leads in wattpad. Your writing has grown so much." @jollybee97 "Amazing book. Everyone needs an Omar to their Xiomara.❤️💜" @Koopzido Click read to enjoy this steamy story! This book was previously called The Stranger's Baby. It's a standalone book, but the characters were first introduced in THE STRANGER'S WIFE. Cover image by: Pinterest ©️ 2017 Lady Altagracia. All rights reserved.

I just can't stop thinking about him. His ripped body, black leather and dark hair. You swore off those bad boys when you were a girl. But this one's different. Luke Reynolds: He's hard and mysterious - there's something genuine in those haunting eyes. But he's part of an MC, you're a doctor. You can't love a wayward man, can you? Yet here you are in the rain, aching for just one more moment. Fate has a cruel way of bringing people together...