"He fulfilled her deepest desires." On a journey to fulfill the desires spewing inside her, Abigail Bennett finds herself at an anonymous club that looks more like Greek Heaven than a shabby BDSM establishment. It is the perfect place to meet the Greek God that is Preston Trice. He's ruthless, robust, arrogant, and believes he can walk on water. Most of all he's willing to fulfill all of Abigail's fantasies as long as she gives him total control. Drawn to a life she only read about in books and fantasied about in her dreams, Abigail is taken on a sexual awakening that enlightens her entire being. → | completed | → | highest ranking #1 in general fiction | Copyright © 2018 by paudickson. All Rights Reserved. Collared is completed and available on AMAZON for purchase as an ebook or FREE with Kindle Unlimited. You can head over to my profile for the link.

NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON: SAMPLE AVAILABLE When you wake up with no memories whatsoever in a place you've never heard of with people you've never met - what do you do? Freak out? Try and retrace your steps? Pretend nothing's wrong? In the case of Charmeine, it was having a one-to-one with the Anti-Christ. You know, as one does. story one { ᵖᵃʳᵃⁿᵒʳᵐᵃˡ ᵐᵉᵉᵗˢ ʳᵒᵐᵃⁿᶜᵉ } ©@ᵏᵏᵉʸʷʳⁱᵗᵉˢ ᴬˡˡ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳˢ, ⁱⁿᶜⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗˢ, ᵒʳᵍᵃⁿⁱˢᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵃᶜᵏᵍʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵃʳᵉ ᶠⁱᶜᵗⁱᵗⁱᵒᵘˢ. ᴺᵒ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵇᵒᵒᵏ ᵐᵃʸ ᵇᵉ ʳᵉᵖʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵉᵈ ᵒʳ ᵗʳᵃⁿˢᵐⁱᵗᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵃⁿʸ ᶠᵒʳᵐ.

[The Mr Series #1] ❝oh, you silly girl. didn't they ever tell you?... rich boys don't have hearts.❞ Don't speak to them. Don't go near them. Don't breathe within 3 feet of them. The prestigious Attwood Academy was home only to the richest and most regal teenagers not only in Britain, but in the entire world. However, there is a particular group that separate themselves from the rest; only the most admired, most sought after group, and they don't want 'commoners' to pollute their air. The Elites. They could end you without even touching you. That's why Jolie stayed away... sort of. ___ COMPLETED p.s. this is the first draft and so I will be thoroughly editing it (eventually) (BOOK #1.5 IN THE MR SERIES IS ON MY PROFILE)

When it comes to crowds or even a small group of people, Aurora Price, is shy, very reserved and doesn't talk much. She shrinks into her shell. The only two people she's comfortable around are her brother's Griffin and Max. When she's at home chilling with her brothers, she's sassy, bubbly and always singing and dancing. She has the voice of an angel, and the body of a goddess... but... she's broken in her soul. She's been abused and doesn't trust anyone but her brother's. They've bounced from foster home to foster home... but no one wanted to keep two gay boys and a shy, timid little girl. Until...... Oliver Stone... Tattooed from his neck to his hips, light grey eyes that look like smoke, 6ft 2 and nothing but muscle. Girls drool and immediately drop their panties at the sight of him and he knows it. He ruthless, bloodthirsty, powerful and a cold blooded killer. On the streets they call him "Ghost"... Rumors say it's because if you piss him off or mess with his crew, you'll never see him coming... you'll never predict when your death will happen... but you can trust that it will. He likes to play with his victims.. that is... until he crosses paths with shy little Aurora. She tamed the beast and she doesn't even know his name. .................................... "Hello there little one." He whispered as his arms wrapped tighter around me. Of all the times and places I fall, it has to be right now and in the arms of a god!? "What's your name beautiful?".... Did he just call me beautiful? I couldn't speak... I was too busy dealing with a panic attack to tell this sculpted god anything. Why was he asking anyways? No one takes an interest in me... Ever. "What's the matter angel? Do I frighten you that much?" He loosened his grip... I manage a small nod. He smiles and gently brushes his nose against mine.. my brother's call that Eskimo kissing. Whatever that means. "No need to be afraid of me sweetheart. I would never hurt an angel like you."

Highest in Werewolf: #2 "Selene, my daughter, please hear us out. I know we don't deserve it, but your sister is pregnant and-" I held up my hand to stop the man named Benicio Dixon from speaking. Surely they didn't call me here just so they can dump all their personal problems onto me or dig up the past. If that was the case, they're quite foolish. I'm not interested in the slightest. Shifting my attention from my father to the woman he stood behind, my gaze narrowed on the small but visible bump under her sundress. Hestia Anne Dixon. My younger sister. The Luna of my old pack and the woman my mate chose over me. She was pregnant. I turned to the male sitting beside her in the Alpha's seat. Guilt and regret crossing his striking features when he refused to meet me in the eye. "If the reason you called me here is because of this nonsense" I gestured between my sister and mate, "Then it would appear I wasted my time. With all due respect, Beta Dixon, I am an Alpha. I have many and much more important things to do than discuss petty mate bonds. If It wasn't obvious enough, I'll make myself clear-" I stood up, not caring for the gazes burning into my skin. "Whether or not she has this pup has nothing to do with me. Luna Walker's mate has nothing to do with me. In fact, none of you have anything to do with me outside of pack business. If you're worried about my interference-- don't. I won't say nor do anything. To put it simply, I don't want him. I didn't want him for the past four years since he rejected me and you all left me to die. Rest assured that seeing him again won't change anything. Now if you'll excuse me, I have things to attend to." I held my head high, walking off with my Beta trailing behind me. Just as I reached the door, it abruptly pulled open and I came face to face with the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life. Dark, crystal grey eyes bore into me and I found myself go still. Alpha Raizel Locksworth. The Bloodlust Alpha.

A prince, rumored to be son of the Devil. He is the definition of Danger. He is the Darkness itself. A princess. Imprisoned in her own home, only to come out once she gets married. But married to whom? *** Once upon a time, the Devil fell in love with one of the King's many wives. One night he went to her room disguised as her husband and made love to her. She got pregnant with his child. Knowing this The King ordered her execution believing his wife cheated on him, but then the Devil appeared to the king making him a deal. In exchange for great power for his Kingdom, the King will let his wife Sire The Devil's Child. The King who was greedy for power agrees to the deal and his Kingdom becomes one of the most powerful Kingdoms and the Devil's Child the seventh Prince of the Kingdom. Being a princess probably sounds nice. A life full of luxury, beautiful dresses and nice shoes but for Hazel, there is nothing nice about being a princess. She can never go outside the palace, she can never have friends, she can never eat or say or wear whatever she wants and she can never choose the person she is going to marry. Soon she's getting married to a man she has never met, a prince rumored to be Son of the Devil. *Mature content.

"Don't touch me" He said through gritted teeth, "I don't know what I'll do if you touch me" My heart dropped. "I don't want to see you like this" I frowned and hesitantly tried to touch his shoulder, but he grabbed my hand tightly but gently. "Fuck it" He murmured as he held my jaw and pressed his lips on mine. (The guy is 22 and the girl is 17 a few months away from 18. If you're bothered by that please don't read it.)

The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake

*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.*

He began walking over to me. This is it. I'm dead. I saw his shoes come into my view as I was looking down, hair covering my face. "Look at me." He growled out. I started to cry, too afraid to look. He grasped my chin and lifted my face to meet his. I mentally gasped. It's the guy from last night. His eyes held surprise too, before anger erupted in them. I cowered back in fear of what he might do. "Who did this to your face?" He growled. I started to cry again and shake. "Him." I whispered and gave a small nod toward the guy who hit me.