Tasha Clarke is twenty-seven and stuck. What was meant to be a temporary job at a golf club has stretched into years of serving drinks, forcing smiles, and enduring the leers of men twice her age. With her best friend Nyla's wedding on the horizon, Tasha can't help but feel left behind. Nyla has love, stability, and a future. Tasha has routine and a gnawing hunger for something more-something dangerous enough to make her feel alive again. Across the ocean, 30 year-old, Ignacio Montoya prepares to step into Seattle for the first time in years. His empire stretches across continents, claiming cities like New York, Chicago, Miami, and Los Angeles in blood and power. But Seattle remains unscarred-a weakness he intends to remedy. On the surface, Ignacio comes as a best man, to toast the wedding of his oldest friend. Beneath the tailored suit, however, lies a predator's intent. He sees Seattle not as a city of celebration, but as prey. Ignacio Montoya is a storm-silent until he breaks, relentless once he does. While Tasha aches for change and Ignacio charts his conquest, fate coils their paths together. What begins as a wedding celebration will unravel into something far more dangerous: a collision of hunger and power, yearning and control. When the storm finally reaches her, Tasha Clarke's life-and Seattle itself-will never be the same.

Naïve 21-year-old Solana Davis takes a nannying job for the daughter of Manhattan's most powerful man-Marco Pérez. -The pay is good. -The rules are strict. -And his dark past is still very much present. Can she handle it?

The book will stay on Wattpad until June 30. ___________ Alessia had rules. She didn't do drama, didn't take nonsense from any man. Until him. For Cassian, she broke every one. A cliché, impossible mother in law? She handled it. Missed dinners because of work? She served herself double and waited anyway. Too tired to spend time together? She embraced the quiet hours alone. She forgot her limits, abandoned her rules. All for him. Until her. The one rule she couldn't break, the limit she couldn't cross. She saw him with her. Broken, she left and whispered a wish she never thought would come true: that she had never met him. The wish was granted. Alessia woke up and didn't remember him. But now Cassian is the one waiting. Running against time to be near her. Chasing every moment, following every rule, just so she might remember him again. And if she can't... Can he remember it all for both of them? ___________ Pre-order now: US: https://a.co/d/03DJ1zV4 UK: https://amzn.eu/d/0dRPZl4b CA: https://a.co/d/004NcV0P IN: https://amzn.in/d/0byDwPI7 AU: https://amzn.asia/d/06n3RZg5 DE: https://amzn.eu/d/0ddjKi9X IT: https://amzn.eu/d/0d3BQ0Ul

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐚𝐫. 𝐏𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥. 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲. 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐭'𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡...𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞. ࿌࿌࿌࿌࿌ "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭?" Villanelle growled. Her tongue worked faster now, wet sounds filthy between them. Euphoria could barely breathe, her mind splintering with every stroke. "𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞," 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐰, 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐭 . 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐨." Pause on all upcoming chapters, book is under editing. Enjoy 😉.

Killing Me Softly is a dark, sapphic, age-gap erotic thriller of power, surrender, and the dangerous pull of obsession. A birthday trip to the infamous Club Lilith was supposed to be a one-night rebellion for Avery, a taste of a world far from her quiet life. She never expected to catch the eye of the club's enigmatic owner, Victoria. Elegant, powerful, and ruthless, Victoria deals in a very particular form of justice outside the law. When she sets her sights on Avery, she doesn't just pursue her - she unravels her. Seduced into a shadowy world where obsession is a weapon and morality is blurred, Avery is forced to confront a terrifying question: how far will she go for a woman who might save her, or destroy her?

When Priscilla walks into Sloane's office, she's just another patient-guarded, broken, slow to trust. Sloane, a dominant and calculating therapist, is used to control. She knows how to push, how to read people, how to get what she wants. But Priscilla is different. What begins as therapy twists into something deeper-an electric pull neither of them can ignore. Sloane tells herself it's about healing, but her control is precise, obsessive... seductive. And Priscilla, under Sloane's careful influence, begins to lose sight of where her pain ends and Sloane begins. Because Sloane isn't just hiding secrets. She's using them. And the most dangerous thing about her is how far she'll go to keep Priscilla close. [ wlw romance between a therapist and her patient. Hold on tight, this a messy-dark romance ]

Medusa takes the job because it pays well and the requirements are simple. One house, two kids, one woman to answer to. Bianca is all three things she was warned about and none of the things she expected. Cold in a way that feels practiced, distant in a way that feels like a choice. She runs the house like she runs everything else, on her own terms, with no room for anything she didn't ask for. But what happens when the person who has never let herself be wanted becomes the only one you can't stop wanting? And what happens when the girl who was never supposed to matter starts feeling like the only thing that does? There's no good ending to those questions. There's only what happens next.

"I would prefer not to hurt you, but I will if I need to." They said. I felt cold metal on my neck moving lightly against my skin. My emotions were a wreck, I felt anger, fear, and adrenaline all within me at once. But I knew I was not going to die today. Let them think I want this, I'll play into their delusions, and work towards the best plan of escape. Someone had to know I was missing, so now I would just have to start the long game. ************************************************ *Trigger warning: some scenes contain mention or detail related to sensitive topics. Story is rated mature for the mentioned topics* #1 in editing 5/23/2019 #9 in scary 7/10/2019 #11 in pride 1/10/2021 #27 in stalker 5/9/2019 #40 in fiction 1/22/2019

"Did you miss me- aahhh!...Who are you?"i ask grabbing the nearest thing to cover myself. "I'm Marlowe,your new driver,"she says and her voice is ringing familiar bells but i don't know from where. She's taller than me by a lot and her short sleeved white shirt is giving quite the view of her tattoo filled arms. The right one only has some writing on it, maybe a name but it's too far for me to make out. "I'm so sorry I'll wait downstairs, i was looking for the guest bathroom,"she says with her hazel eyes meeting mine and it's like everything else has disappeared and I'm only here, with her. It feels like I've been here before. Marlowe and Maven were the power couple. She was her first thrilling Dangerous experience and Maven the first woman to tame her with just three words, "you are mine,". Three bold words to a ruthless Mafia boss. What happens when fate rips them from each other's arms, taking along Maven's memory of their shared love? Ps: please vote and comment;))