"You're going to let me fuck you like a good girl?" he asks and leans down, "Because you are, aren't you? A good girl?" . . . Elena Amoretto has always been smitten by the one and only, Ares Aetos. For three years, she's adored him from afar. Admiring the god of war and falling deeper into her obsession. While Ares can't seem to stand her. Where she's infatuated with him, he merely acknowledges her existence. While being the center of the spotlight herself. As the front woman of the rising band Icarus, Elena has to face the world while struggling with anxiety. To make matters worse, Ares is the drummer of the band rivaling hers, Dopamine. And just as fate would have it, his band and hers are touring together. She's supposed to hate him. But how could she? When all she does is drown in the blue of his eyes and willingly dies at the ruthless hands of Ares? The god of war who brings her down on her knees while she blissfully falls into his melancholy.

✥ The Billionaire & His Secretary ✥ [part two] Violette Rossi, the younger daughter of the feared Italian mob boss Rafael Rossi, is challenged by her own blood to make her own identity apart from her father's. When she is offered a job to work for the well known Efrains', the offer is too tempting not to take upon consideration. Ruben Efrain, knew the power his last name carried which only led people to associate him to the emotion of fear and power. Navigating his way to the top, there was only one thing that could potentially distract him, the beautiful blue eyed temptress who happens to be hired to follow his orders even the ones that could lead him to break his own morals. But, she could never be his love because distractions like her could only lead to one's death. ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ "Never took you as a love letter type of person." Ruben paused his fine hands craftsmen handwriting as he glanced up at the intoxicating raven blue eyes. "I'm not a love sick puppy Ms. Rossi, so don't attempt to make me one." Violette smiled as she made her way to the wrinkled rolls of papers on the smooth wooden surface of his desk. "Liar." She whispered under her breathe as she collected the pieces of discarded paper to toss in the dust bin. Before she could pull away from his side, Ruben yanked her down by her waist. The tequila on his lips mixed with the fresh strawberries' scent lingering around her to make the finest liquor in the world. "I write love letters alright. Just not on paper. But, don't worry so will you Ms. Rossi. With your nails on my back and I would with my tongue between your thighs."

Nicholas Salvatore the heir to the Salvatore's throne. Born with a diamond spoon in his mouth, he basically had everything in the palm of his hand. A player with the body of a Greek God and face liked a model, the new Don changed women like they were his toys. His hands scarred from murders, dangers lingered wherever he went, his aura had everyone feared his presence. What happened when he met his match? The first woman he wanted but couldn't have. Anastasia Rayne was born to be a killing machine of her father. Trained to seduce and murder since before she even knew what lipstick was, she was a mafia princess after all. The goddess with a figure of an hour glass and eyes that bewitched every guys under her spell. She came to England for a mission under her father command with a perfect plan under her sleeves. A plan that crumbled the moment she met a pair of grey eyes. • book two of the Salvatore's series (can read as a stand-alone) • all images in the book don't belong to me, credit to the rightful owners • cover by @myyyraaa_

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

When River crosses paths with a man who speaks to every hidden hunger inside her, their connection spirals into an all-consuming pull neither of them can resist-but is she Grayson's salvation... or his ruin? *** Everyone in River Avelle's hometown knows about Grayson Maddox-the troubled bad boy who almost killed another student in the middle of the school hallway. Those who look into Grayson's eyes only see pure fury and hatred. They all think he's beyond redemption, even Grayson himself. But not River. As the seemingly perfect good girl, River saw something more in those alluring grey eyes. Something worth holding onto. From the first time their eyes connect, both Grayson and River feel the intense, undeniable attraction between them...but neither of them understand what's pulling them together so fiercely. The closer they get and the more vulnerable they become, River has to wonder: is she saving Grayson from his darkness? Or is she just pulling him further into hers? *** He tips my head toward his with his index finger, keeping my eyes trained on him and driving me crazy with the primal look on his face. His grey eyes look heavy, filled with dark desire, and a shock runs up through my core. Everything around us disappears and all I can sense is him and the hardness pressing between my legs. "What are you doing to me, River?" he whispers, his voice raspy and utterly captivated. His face is lowering and I'm closing my eyes, waiting for soft lips to press against mine. My whole body is on fire as I hold my breath for his touch. *** Cover by @strayin