Warning: DARK ROMANCE Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Prologue Shadows engulfed his angelic features oozing devilish intentions. It wasn't until he took a step towards her did the gravity of situation descended upon and even then she couldn't do anything but shake in fear. She knew making a run for it won't do a thing, calling was not an option and if she screamed...she opened her mouth to shrill but a meek plea came out. Her body's lack of response terrified her, tears gathered in her orbs with horrible anticipation. With his each step nearer she gripped the frame of her window tighter hoping to keep her balance. It took him three steps to be inches away from her body. He slowly took his suit jacket off, making himself comfortable as he amusingly watched her shaken face. She was so horror-stricken to even look at his face. She gulped as his hand cupped her neck in a gentle grip, guiding her eyes to his. His eyes slipped from the hold of her eyes to her lips in a second. She grew self conscious all over again. His heated gaze on her lips was unwavering. In the moment of bewilderment and growing self awareness her tongue unconsciously wiped her lips wet and it was all it took for him to descent on her lips. Description Had it been upto him he'd have broken her down to pieces and never put her togather, instead, he let her build herself, he watched her collapse and stand, die and live, float and drown all the while playing her body like a putty in his hand. Her husband had never been gentle, his ways was one of his kind. He read her like a book and used her spells against her. She was vividly aware of what she was getting herself into but nothing could prepare her for the don who brought everyone on his feet and she was no exception. How would she survive his ways or even would she?

The Hunter and His Prey A camping excursion gone wrong quickly leads Violet into harms way. The hunter will do anything to get the prey he seeks, what will happen when Violet comes between him and the prey he is mercilessly hunting down? Read on for a sneak peek! Story Excerpt: I dashed forward hearing his footsteps even louder than mine had been behind me as I raced into the rain. My bare feet sunk into the muddy Earth, making me slide across the terrain as I bounced forward. Strong arms grasped me around my middle, hauling me off the ground and into the air screaming flailing my feet into his strong thighs, swinging my arms back behind me until I made contact with his chest and face, clearly making no impact. He began carrying me back off to the house. "Help," I screamed into the rain, into the endless tress, into the empty forest. "Enough," he growled his face inches from my ear as he pulled me up by arms and led me back into the house by them. He pushed me forward, through the threshold of the door and slammed it behind us. I stumbled forward before turning to face him, aware that I had angered him, shaking from fear more than my cold wet body at what my fate would now be. "Take your clothes off," he said gruffly as he strode towards me. Caught of guard I took a fumbling step backward and stammered, "Wh-What?" "Take off your clothes," he demanded again as he stripped his wet T-shirt away and placed it on a set of three large black metal hooks that lined the wall. He turned back to me glaring and strode towards me stopping so that my face was only centimeters from the fine black hair that covered his immaculate chiseled chest that led down to model worthy abs. His jeans hung low on his body, showing of the V shape of his hips that women lusted after. "I'm not going to have you ruining my home with your muddy wet clothes. Now take them off or I will," he stated bluntly eyeing me harshly.

In a dystopian setting of what used to be North America, where a regime of werewolves have taken over, and where war still wages all throughout the world, Jo Witherwidge discovers she is a witch after being pooled for a test mating run from the human population, the Beta of the strongest district on the continent, Lucas, claims she is his mate and she finds herself entangled with the leaders of the regime. Her dead mother's coven finds out and conscripts her into their spy network to take them down to end the World War and return to normalcy. We go throughout the story through the eyes of Jo who does her best to hold on to who she is, and not become like the monsters around her. For mature readers ONLY.

At midnight, she stole his motorcycle and disappeared into the darkness. She was gone, but the texture of her jagged curly hair against his face was one that he would never forget- sharp ends and wavy smooth tendrils from that rebelling head of hers. Neither would he ever forget the feeling of her harsh slap against his lucky cheek- He had to have her, and she would have no say in it. ~ When Becca Hayek stole an abandoned motorcycle on a cold winter night, she didn't expect a marriage proposal from its owner. However, as she grows more resilient, she realizes that this man isn't like the rest. He's much more dangerous than she ever imagined.

Two Serial killers, one captive, chances of survival? Student psychologist Ashley is on a journey that will shake the foundations of her existence as she fights to stay alive whilst trapped between the enigmatic Michael Wilton and insatiable (extremely unstable) Samuel Hanz. Having escaped from the Dale-Creek Hill institution for the criminally insane with a mad hat plan, the two killers dubbed "The Casanovas" by the papers for their boy next door looks and vicious charms, have wild plans for their newest companion. Ashley isn't just an opportunistic snatch, she's special and when she finds out why her world will never be the same again. A serious page-turner with two villains the readers hate to love #ASensualRead #TwistedPlot #FictionAwards2018Winner [The Asylum Trilogy: Book 3] ©2010 by Infamous Art Work property of John Ross

She found herself in his game. There was no escape for her, not unless he wanted to. She was trapped in a world she wouldn't be able to get away from. All her life would change, not that it hadn't already from the first time he appeared. He was feared, powerful and somehow respected. She was alone. There was nothing Elara could do and Kyril knew it.

And there's - a man. "Uhm," I say, "hello?" His jaw is slack in shock. Something foreign - but strangely familiar - rolls in his eyes. It takes another moment before he speaks, but his voice seems to grab me by the back of my throat, compelling and urgent. "About time," he says, a glowing smile on his face. - After a decade, Jane Avery is reunited with her childhood friend, someone she thought was gone from her life forever. Sparks fly; but when they are separated, Jane doesn't know if they'll ever find each other again. She doesn't know if she'll ever find a lot of things again. //tw: death, gore, violence//

Stoic f**king Dokken, his name reflects his character. Impossible to read, always serious, always silent, difficult to reason with, tough like a f**king boulder. The man is built like a beast, towering over the crowd like a true Nordic god. His deep blue eyes reading right through people's souls. Stoic is the man that grown men fear, the object of every woman's desire, and the mother f**king bastard my parents want me to marry. What should do when I only have one month and two options, escape from the clutches of the devil himself and lose my family or be forced to live the rest of my life on all fours, breeding for a gigantic misogynist asshole and making my father proud. Time is running out and the words we don't say out loud empowers our forsaken homonym silence.

So how do you meet a killer, or in my case, a serial killer? You would think that I would meet him in a darkened alleyway, or perhaps on a hike through the forest as I unwillingly stumbled upon his bloody dumping grounds. That would make for an adrenaline-filled start to our story, our dance of death, but that's not how it happened at all. No, I met my killer where a lot of people meet these days. And no it wasn't on tinder or with any of those other damned dating apps. He wasn't that kind of serial killer. No, I met him at the local grocery store, I met him at my place of work. Just my luck right? Some would call it destiny, but in all honesty it was all just a throw of a dice, and a late night shift at work that needed to be filled. Warning: This twisted story is not intended for a younger audience. It will contain violence, sex, foul language, death, mind games, and so on. Stop reading if you are easily triggered by such things.

•Mature Content• "Is it really so unbelievable that I would kiss you? That I want you?" he asks, the softness of his tone gliding its way across my skin. "Because I plan to do it over and over again." *** While working her job at an Inn, Akara is faced with a mysterious stranger, who blows in with the wind, followed by the terrible rumours that surrounds his name. A Hunter. A man who kills, and leaves no trace. Needing her invaluable knowledge, the Hunter kidnaps Akara, however, is intercepted on his journey, by an unstoppable force. A King. Instead of throwing Akara into a prison, the King makes a deal. She has freedom within his magnificent palace in return for her company. However, making a deal with a powerful man sinks her deep into his world, and the danger is possesses. And all the while, she must battle her feelings for the wrong man, and decide her fate.