"I didn't ask to be in the middle of your ego-battle," I grumble. Blake pins me to my locker, hands resting on either side of my head. "Well, you got it in anyway, Darling," he whispers. His face is inches away from mine and damn me for licking my lips. I am NOT falling for these guys. And then, at the corner of my eye I spot Owen and his gang approaching. Well, that's just great. *** The West and East gang of Tygerwell have been at each other's throats since the dawn of time. And the two leaders of these gangs want to end the fight, once and for all. But fighting with fists is easy. Fighting with wit and charm, is a whole other ball game. Blake. West-side gang leader. Leather jacket and killer glare. Don't talk back. Owen. East-side gang leader. Fancy coat and toxic stare. Don't resist. And in comes Amber. Hair of gold and oceans in her eyes. Has too much sass for her own good and always, ALWAYS, manages to get into the middle of trouble. But these boys have no idea who they're really dealing with. And when Amber descovers she knows a little too much when it comes to guns and fighting, she has to question everything she thought she knew about herself. Three can play this game. *** "Let's settle this. You got rejected, I got rejected. It's only fair that the fate of the gangs be on who gets the girl first." "That sounds rather good, Rhodes. I'll take that bet on the golden girl." *** COMPLETED FICTION AWARDS: Best new story and best new account Highest ranking in Teen Fiction: #1 on 25/06/2018

"You think you're so fucking tough huh? Get your ass in that room before I have to make you, Skylar," he growled, trying to fight back his wolf from becoming unleashed. "I am not your pet, Lukas," I hissed, suppressing my anger while he just gave me that devilish smirk. "I won't just obey your every command like some fucking dog." "I didn't say that now did I? You're putting words in my mouth once again, love." "Because you think just because you're alpha, I will do whatever you want with the snap of your fingers, Lukas. I am not that easy to break." "You say that but last night, you were just handcuffed to my bed doing everything I asked, just so I could let you come," he gloated while walking up to me until my back hit the cold surface of the wall. "So before you try and be all macho with me, remember who you belong to, kitten."

MATURE CONTENT+18 "So, what's it going to be, Bella? Will you strip for them or me?" ------------------------- Chin up. Smile wide. And most importantly, don't make a scene when someone gets shot. That's what they told Anastasia Merritt, a twenty-six-year-old waitress at the El Royale, one of New Orleans's most decorated Gentleman's Club. And by decorated, we mean in the blood that's constantly splattered on the walls. The owner was a lesser-known mob gangster who didn't even make the ranks. That didn't stop him from constantly trying to prove his worth, and when he takes it too far one day, the El Royale falls into new management.

A strange man with no name upon Ella's door at midnight sends more than a shiver down her spine. MATURE AUDIENCES.

BOOK ONE OF THE BLACK SERIES -- "Well, behalf of my dick, who cannot speak for himself," Kade said simply as he watched over my face, one of his eyebrows risen, "I would like to say for him that he doesn't care about my brother's feelings at this current moment - or his reaction to the photo." "Well, I do," I muttered, my sentence coming out muffled in my hands as they covered my face. "Do you know how this makes me look to the public eye? To be sleeping with my boyfriend's older brother?" "Look on the bright side, Em." I didn't even spare him a glance as I shook my head, grunting. "Emara, look at me." My hands were pulled away and Kade stared at me, his vibrant blue eyes twinkling and his dirty blonde hair covering his eyebrows. The sight of his effortless beauty made my hard glare slightly soften. "You know I won't tell him if he finds out, you know me," he mumbled to me, "but I'm not going to lie to him when he finds out and say that if I had the chance to change what we've been doing, I wouldn't - because I would do it again without a second thought."