Noelle Monroe remembers only flashes of the few short years spent with her father. He disappeared when she was young, and now she wants to know why he left her behind when her dreams portray a man who loved her. Nothing else seems to matter as much as answering this question, especially after years growing up with her rage-filled mother, who insists that he abandoned them. She finds herself traveling across the country alone to the small town her father grew up in. Someone must remember the man now existing only in blurry memories and dreams. It's here that she meets West Harrison. He's tall, gentle, and determined to get to know the closed off girl who has appeared so suddenly in his remote Montana town. Slowly but surely, Noelle begins to put together the pieces behind her father's disappearance. But everything is not as it seems, and she will have to learn how to trust again or risk losing this new life she has begun to build in Aspen, Montana. - Later that night, I'm bundled up in the truck next to him, my converse lying on the floor and my arms wrapped tightly around my legs. It's quiet except for the sound of the heater blasting away the coldness. The moon is a brilliant glow in the dark sky, and rays of light fall across his face every now and then. Our eyes meet in the dark, his expression heavy and thoughtful. We sit in silence for a moment, our gazes locked, before he slowly reaches out and brushes warm fingers gently across my jaw. He looks down at my lips and I feel something I've never felt before. I'm not scared, and yet I'm terrified. It feels like an eternity passes before he swallows hard, pulling his hand away. It's dark for a moment, and then the moon emerges from behind a cloud, and everything is light. I take it in with wide eyes. This feels like magic, if magic could exist. I feel the warmth of his hand on my lower back. It's steady, comforting. I like it. And I... I wish he had kissed me.

She's a law student who drinks and smokes too much who happens to meet a rapper by the name of G-Eazy Contains explicit language and graphic substance abuse First published July, 2016

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."