"Angel." Her name left his lips in a breathless whisper. His eyes dark and filled with regret, "Come here babygirl, please." She shook her head frantically, her doe eyes brimming with tears. His heart squeezed painfully at her broken look. He caused this. He made his Angel sad. How could he? A tear slipped down her rosy cheeks, causing his heart to bleed even more. A sob escaped her lips and that's when he rushed forward and engulfed her in his arms, ignoring her protests. He buried his face into the crook of her neck, chanting sorry over and over again. "My sweet Angel, i'm so sorry my love" ••• He was anything but kind. He was cruel and heartless. He could ruined a person's life in a snap. But there was this gaping hole in his heart and he didn't know what to fill it with. That was until he laid his eyes on her. ••• In which a billionaire became besotted with a young girl who knew nothing of the cruelty of the world.

We were quiet for a few minutes before he turned to me with a serious look on his face, "Don't go out drinking again," he stated. "I'm being serious, Mia, you have no idea what could happen to you." I rolled my eyes at his slight overprotectiveness before saying, "You're not my father, and I know exactly what could happen I just chose not to focus on the negatives." He contemplated his thoughts before saying, "While I may not be your father, you can certainly call me daddy." ... BOOK ONE OF THE HAYES INSTALLMENT.

"That single thought is enough. The impulse increases to a wish, the wish to a desire, the desire to an uncontrollable longing, and the longing (to the deep regret and mortification of the speaker, and in defiance of all consequences,) is indulged." - Edgar Allen Poe Four years ago, Ori Hawthorne's parents passed away in a tragic car accident. Everything was left to herself and her brother. Shawn, who took custody of Ori and gained both his and her inheritance, blew it mindlessly within the first year. Since then, both children have done what they've had to in order to keep in tact their once luxurious lives. Acting carelessly yet again, Shawn runs off with over a million dollars belonging to a drug lord. This particular drug lord, however, has just met Shawn's beautiful, witty, smart-mouthed little sister. Ever Kingsley sees Ori as far more compensation than $1M, having never wanted anything so badly in his life. Kingsley finds opportunity in his situation and impulsively takes Ori as ransom. Soon after, a turn of events sends them both on an unexpected adventure, where the two find themselves making countless discoveries - including the profound, violently magnetic attraction that dark seems to have to light, and vice versa.

MATURE!! "Do you know what a dominant and a submissive is little one?" He asked. His eyes were steady, his fingers ceased movement all together. The rain still poured around them. She managed to shake her head. He smirked the same mischievous knee wobbling smirk he wore whenever she was around. "I have the personality of a dominant, and you," he ran the pad of his thumb over her racing pulse. "You have the natural personality of submissive." Why was he telling her this? He was her employer, her boss; not some intimate lover. "Sir I don't think-" "No no little one. You're mine now." He raised his hand and tangled it in her wet hair while the other wrapped around her waist. "I have something of yours; which leads me to believe you my little one were being very naughty." Rosalinda was struggled to stand correctly. The skirt of her dress rose easier as it rubbed against his suit and the height difference between them made her tip toe. She hardly reached his shoulders; with his arms around her waist, she was forced to mold her wet body against his. "What are you talking about sir?" Rosalinda looked at him as she bit her lower lip. He lowered his head till their lips were nearly an inch apart. "I have your wet panties in my pocket."

A guy a girl and his guns. This is the sequel to The Gravano's so please read book one thanks. There never is a happy ending, they just want us to think that. Alex faces his worst fears and the demons that come with them. Annaliese is learning to forgive but she won't ever forget.

Lilah James has never had any troubles with getting into a club, even though she was not 'of age' yet. Still, no bodyguard ever demanded to see her ID. That all seemed to change when a handsome, tall and not to forget tattooed-to-his-neck bodyguard came in the game. Before she knew it, he had denied her entrance to the city's local club. She was beyond embarrassed, but over all angry at him. He was just doing his job, she knew. Yet she couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more behind it. Especially after seeing him let teenagers in. He didn't ask for their ID's, but Lilah could swear they looked like ten! She's never met him before and really wasn't planning on getting to know that handsome, ink covered devil. But after she discovered what he did when he wasn't guarding the club, she knew she would never hear the end of it. Especially because of her brother's interest in fights and his unmistakable admiration for one specific fighter: Prince Charmink. »»» "Jason." I hissed at my brother. "What?" He asked absentmindedly. "That's him." I whispered, eyeing the three men in the cage. Prince Charming stood tall and proud with a knowing smirk on his face. "Yes, I know. He's my favourite too." He informed me and I scoffed. "No, you dumbass. He's the bodyguard I was talking about." I snapped at Jason and his eyes widened. "You mean he was the one who didn't let you in?" He almost stuttered. "Yes." I nodded and looked back at the man who hadn't left my mind in a week. I could feel my anger rising again as I glared at his smug facial expression. As if sensing my eyes on him, his confident look faltered and it got replaced by a surprised one as his eyes settled on me. My eyes widened and I looked away. Jason's breath hitched. "He's glaring at you." He whispered and then he gulped. "Now he's glaring at me."

Twenty year old Harlow has spent the last two years avoiding the advances of club members, much to the annoyance of ‘Hawke’ the President of the Skulls. Harlow thinks leaving the Skulls will be easy after the death of her father but she couldn't be much further from the truth. Wanting to start a new life for herself she finds her dream job as a tattooist, the only problem is the business is owned by the Aces, a rival club. Ethan ‘Diesel’ Stokes is the VP of the Aces. He has had a turbulent life and is trying to put back the pieces since the death of his son, Shaun. Diesel doesn't have time for relationships but when he meets Harlow, the beautiful, tattooed, challenging new employee, he can’t help himself! Harlow has only ever trusted one man but now her father is dead, can she learn to trust another and open her heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken? Can Diesel keep his promise to protect her and avenge her father’s death? Note to readers: This is not your normal MC series. The Aces are an MC with alpha males but the members do not shy away from the fact that they are husbands, fathers and lovers with feelings. If you don’t like a biker who cares and respects his woman, then this isn't a book for you. I want to take the time to mention that I’m from the United Kingdom and use UK spellings. This book is a standalone story. However, to receive the full experience of the Aces MC Series it is recommended to read the stories in the following order: Diesel – Available now Duke – Available now Paige and Chloe – Available September 1st, 2015 Spike – Available now Locke – Available December 6th, 2015

What does a village do to satisfy the beasts that crawl their walls? Answer: Sacrifice. Sylvia is a compassionate young woman just looking out for her younger brother and sickly mother, when she is chosen to be sacrificed. Little do the villagers know that they just gave the beasts their most power weapon of all; their Luna. The beast's mate.

He had waited for hundreds of years, centuries, and longed for his mate for almost as long as he's been breathing. With the tension between the two legendary kingdoms higher than ever, Aleksandr is worried for his mate. He believes that one of the chosen is his destinded one and he will not rest until he's found her. He's searching all over the land of the Innocent and he won't return to the Dark Kingdom without his beautiful Seraphina by his side. "What's happening?" My face was struck with worry but all Aleksandr did was stalk towards me predatorly, a dark glint in his eyes. Growing wary of his expression, I started to move back slowly only to be grabbed by two hands on my hips. Tingles erupted where he was grasping my hips tightly, confusing me. I've never felt this way before, not with any guy. I felt like everything was falling into place. I felt complete. "What's happening to me?" My voice was quivering. Not in fear, but arousal. In fact, I've never felt so heated in my life. I literally wanted to pull Aleksandr into my room and have my dirty way with him. I wanted him to touch me all over my body. I wanted him to use me, dominate me. An involuntary blush warmed my face. I wasn't embarrassed though. My body was reacting to him without my permission in a much more primal way. His nostrils flared all of a sudden and he slammed my hips into his, grinding me against him which elicited a soft moan from my lips. Not even a second later, Aleksandr captured my mouth in a fierce and passionate kiss. "You're mine," he whispered darkly. *FOR FULL SUMMARY READ THE PART BEFORE THE PROLOGUE*