Nichole Richards is currently living her best life. She's single and mingling, has an amazing group of friends, and business is booming for her bakery business. Things only take a turn for the worst after she discovers that someone from her past has recently been released early from prison... and she's on their hit list. In the span of a few short weeks, Nichole's seemingly perfect life is flipped upside down. And it's not because she finds herself falling for two very handsome men, her heart wanting both instead of one, but rather, it's because her past refuses to let her move on. Will Nichole's new lovers be able to protect her from harm? Or will she have to battle the demons from her past all by herself? . . . Copyright © 2022, Amy N. Johnson. All Rights Reserved.

Jaida Williams becomes a secretary after graduating from college. But working at Royson & Manning is no walk in the park. At only 21, her life lacks excitement, but when her life starts to get interesting it might be for the better or maybe the worse. [R] - Rated R. This story contains sexuality, violence & course language; Viewers discretion is advised. HORRIBLE AT DESCRIPTIONS.. 10. 11. 13.

**Contains mature content** There's a reason why the wicked have more fun... She's a lawyer to be. He's a high-profile mob boss. For all intents and purposes, they really shouldn't have even crossed paths. But when Jourdain and Matteo meet, a wicked passion ignites between the two. But can she turn a blind eye to his immoral and downright illegal ways, and go against the very laws she is learning to protect? Can he give up the "business" thats made him who he is today? Or are they doomed to end up like the star-crossed lover literary counterparts, Romeo and Juliet? It doesn't get more wicked than this....

Time was standing annoyingly still and I think I may have forgotten how to properly breathe. "Panda you have to come sit down pacing is not going to-" pushing my hand out I stopped him from saying anything. I stopped him from confirming the knowledge that there is nothing I can do to make this better. I pulled at my hair ripping a couple of strands out in the process. I hated the white walls and fluorescent lights that adorned this place. The squeaky sound that could be heard whenever anyone walked and right now I was causing a lot of squeaking. The strong smell of disinfectant burning my nose but none of it matter right now not any of it. "Where is he?" I heard the voice and my blood immediately started to boil. "You did this" was the last thing I said before I flew and was on top of his mom hitting her wildly. So much for not liking confrontation.