Emily Reznick wants to get away--far away. With her last serious relationship a bitter memory, she moves to San Francisco to start a new life with new friends. She never imagined how complicated it could become

"Fuckbuddy time, eh?" Shelly frowned at Stefan but said nothing. "Yup." He was unashamed of his ongoing friends with benefits status. "You should try dating instead of just fucking. There's that new girl at the resort. Sheila, I think her name is. She's-" "Not my type," Case interjected gruffly. "Get off my back about making me some one-woman man all the time. I don't bother the fuck out of you to have more fun and get out of the house every once in a while. Don't try to force your views on me to settle down." Because if you only knew who I'd want that with, you'd beat me black and blue. Stefan sighed in resignation. Case knew he reprieve would only last a little while, so he moved quickly to the front door before opening it. "Have fun." Shelly's voice stopped him. There was no judgment in it, and it took everything in Caysen not to turn around and say something-anything-back to her. Before the wrong words could fall from his lips, he simply looked askance over his shoulder at her and nodded his head before walking out the door and shutting it behind him.

"You were ours from the second we saw you," he stated as if I didn't have a choice in it, and the truth was, I didn't need to because he was right. I was theirs, but what they didn't know was that they were mine, too. *** One invitation to an open house. One moment. One chance. And everything changes. When Emma receives an invite to the most exclusive BDSM club in the city, she knows she needs to go. At Desire's Den, she'll experience pain and pleasure, bondage, domination, and submission - all intertwined. For the first time in her life, she dares herself to go after what she wants. She'd always been too afraid. Now she is ready. Now she just has to secure a dominant. But just as everything she ever desired is in her grasp, she finds something she never expected: three possessive masters, all ready to claim her. Callan, the owner of Desire's Den, could make even the most innocent woman hungry with lust. His voice is soft as silk, and as wicked as the dirtiest fantasy you've ever had. Mateo, the sweet-tongued professor, is every woman's dream: a gentleman in public, and filthy in private. Gideon, the trio's resident bad boy, is owner of one of the most popular nightclubs in the city. Behind his calm and stone façade is a violent storm ready to conquer the object of his obsession. And she just might be the one they've been waiting for.

October Scott walked in on her boyfriend sleeping with one of her best friends. After going to a concert to see her favorite band Asylum. What will happen after she meets the lead singer Dominic Kinkaid? **Mature language and mature content throughout whole story** **Not a Stephen James fan-fiction** **Completed**

[A SWEET MAFIA ROMANCE] Nicole thought that her life would be easy now after she left behind all the memories of an awful night, which led to an unexpected tribulation in her life. She moved into a new city trying to forget the inexplicable incident that happened with her. Little did she know that she can never escape from it because the devil will always find her. No matter how hard she tries to get away from him. He was meant to be her medicine but he turned out to be a Slow Poison. ------------------------------------- I hear his hoarse voice bringing me back from the daze as he growls in between the kisses. "You have no idea how dangerous it can be..." He says with his lips going down to the area just above my breast, he sucks in desperately, squeezing my ass gently, making me whimper in bliss. I clutch to his shirt, trying to hold my body from collapsing. "Careful...You are messing with the devil, Cole." He doesn't let me breathe for a minute as he starts attacking me with his open-mouthed kisses all the way back. Rapture succumbs me as I feel his lips again on my neck, traveling higher. I breathe heavily, unable to maintain my composure while being acquainted with this unfamiliar sensation. His lips reach my ear as he gently nibbles my earlobe. "You know why people call me the devil?" His breath fanning over my ear. "It's not because I am a sinner." His harsh breath comes out in pants, showing me how equally he is affected as he continues. "It's because I am capable of making innocent people commit sins." WARNING: Contains strong language, sexual descriptions and scenes which might be uncomfortable for some readers such as depiction of illegal occupations, drug dealing, use of weapons, blood and killing. Read at your own risk. Also, I have no claim over the pictures used in the story. They are taken from internet.

Elijah, Hailee and the rest of the gang are ready for the best beach season of their lives. Sequel to SNOW SEASON. ______________________ Mature content. ______________________ All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author.

Rage is the residential psycho of the club. Tormented by his own demons he lives in pain and agony, a constant state of rage. Everyone knows him as the Hellhound of the Riders of Tyr , known for his cruelty and the joy he gets from causing pain. To others and to himself. Loyal to his King and the club he craves for the liberation death will bring him. Till he meets Iris. Iris has escaped Hell and lives out on the streets till she surprises everyone and becomes a mechanic for the Riders. Afraid of her own shadow, plagued by the terrifying memories she never feels safe. Until she meets Rage.

Six months in Aspen among the rich and famous never pass by uneventful. Especially when bad boy Elijah arrives at the scene. ______________________ Mature content. ______________________ All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author.

Belle Morte is now published as a Wattpad Book! As a Wattpad reader, you can access both the Wattpad Original Edition and the Wattpad Books Published Edition upon purchase. Thank you so much for your support! ***** Renie Mayfield volunteers as a blood donor for the Vampire House where her sister disappeared, when she's drawn to the smouldering vampire Edmond Dantès. ***** It's been ten years since vampires came out of the coffin, and now they are the world's biggest celebrities. Renie Mayfield is a new live-in blood donor assigned to the most famous vampire House - Belle Morte. Unlike the other donors though, Renie isn't here for fame and fortune. Her sister disappeared inside the Belle Morte House, and she wants to know why. But she isn't prepared for Edmond Dantès, a smouldering vampire who sets her blood racing. She can't deny their mutual attraction, and their dangerous dance begins. With each step into darkness Renie is drawn further into Edmond's influence, and closer to uncovering Belle Morte's secrets. If she has to choose, would she rather lose her heart or her humanity? (Book 1, the Belle Morte Series) [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] The sequel, Revelations, is now in Paid: https://www.wattpad.com/story/97728300

*Book one in the Hell's Company series* Lucifer was the brightest angel in Heaven, But in service of God, he was condemned to darkness. After thousands of years, the darkness took root inside him. ~ Ammi is a flame no one can extinguish Forged from God's holy fire to combat his darkness. A gift made for Lucifer. ~ He clucked his tongue disparagingly, shaking his head, "Tell me your full name." I groaned, running a hand down my face. "Fine. But I'm not explaining it to you." His face told me that I would if he wanted me to, but I soldiered on. "My full first name is Amirykal. Happy?" I muttered. His reaction took me completely by surprise. He blinked slowly at first, processing, then his face split into a wide grin and he threw back his head and laughed uproariously. I was hit with a wave of arousal at the sound of it-it was rumbling and husky, heating me up at the core. "What's so funny?" I grumbled, sure he was laughing at my expense. He looked down, that gorgeous grin still on his chiseled face, showcasing his lovely white teeth. "Oh, Kitten. Your name, Amirykal, do you know its meaning?" He asked, his voice sensual and erotic as he spoke my name. "No-I was found with that name." I answered struggling to keep my voice even as he slowly approached, like a predator would his prey. "Well, Love, I'll tell you. Amirykal means 'gift', or, more exactly, 'a gift from God'." He purred as he got closer and closer, so there was barely a foot between us. "And why is that funny?" I had a very hard time focusing on the conversation at hand with him at this proximity, using that lovely tone. "Because, Amirykal, I am Lucifer. And God made you to be mine." *HIGHEST RANKS*: #1 in Paranormal #2 in Supernatural #7 in Werewolf* *Takes many liberties on Biblical stories and has graphic violence and adult content. Please do not read if such things offend you.*