"You seem to have forgotten who I am," he whispered, caging me in with his arms once again. His stubbled face scratched my cheek as he inched closer with every word. "So I'm here to remind you what happens when you mess with the devil." "Fuck you," I breathed, ignoring my throbbing core. "Strip." ~ 24- year old Anastazi Faye was appointed CEO of Faye Industries due to her father's tragic death last year. Little did she know that the company was having financial issues that caused Faye Industries to be bought out by her rival company, Creed Industries. 26- year old playboy billionaire Nathaniel Creed, the proud CEO of Creed Industries is an evil, narcissistic asshole who thinks the world revolves around him. When his company has to buy out Faye Industries, he is left with the companies mess to clean up along with their baggage. Anastazi has now gone from CEO of her own company to working for the most egotistical narcissistic billionaire as his secretary. Eventually, when the two grow closer as barriers are broken down, Anastazi begins to see the real him. But when his dark secret is unleashed, will she be able to move past the billionaire's secret, or will the damage be too much to repair? *18+ *Includes mature content, slightly graphic scenes and cursing* Word Count: 160,000+

Highest Ranking: #1 on enemies #1 on lifeanddeath #3 on agents "I hate you." I breathe. "I hate you too." He says as he presses his lips against mine. * National Underground Protection Agency. NUPA. As its name suggests, is an agency that works in the shadows to protect the country and its citizens. When the sudden death of the Vice President of the United States causes an uproar, NUPA agents and archenemies Leah Beau and Mason Davis are assigned to investigate into the case named Case 92. Join Leah and Mason in an adventure with action, thrill, heartbreak and steamy romance.

Penny: I still remember the first moment our eyes met, something happened. Those icy blue eyes. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I could feel the magnetic pull and we're both helpless against it. Our eyes met constantly across the room. He would be the first to tear his eyes away. He's so powerful, though. So charismatic. He's a lycan. I'm just a regular werewolf. I couldn't stop thinking about him. I made up my mind that I would make him love me. I would fight for what I want. I would deny my own mate if it means I get to keep him. Three years I went after him single-mindedly. I laid my heart out for him. He kept pushing me away. Then one day he pushed too far...and I'm tired of fighting for us. There's no us. I'm just a fool. I'm done fighting. I made up my mind that I'm going forget him. I'm going to go out there and lose my virginity, over and over again if I have to. I mean, why hold on to it, right? It's not like I'm getting an award for keeping it the longest. Not likely that my mate will keep his virginity for me. Darius certainly didn't. Why the double standard? So, why can't he just leave me alone now? Why is he so hellbent on breaking me? Stupid lycan. Ughhh...stupid, stupid lycan. Darius: The moment I laid my eyes on her, I knew she's my erasthai. The one. The exotic looking dark haired beauty. Dark eyes taunting me. Haunting me. Only I'm not looking for the one. I'm a warrior, there's no room for a mate. A mate will make you weak. My enemies could get to me through my mate. Then it happened. She finally gave up. For some reason, it makes me mad. Not only did she give up, but she gets this crazy idea that she's going to lose her virginity to some random stranger. Fvck that! That's not going to happen. Nobody else is touching her. I'll make her wait until she finds her mate. She's so stubborn, though. She's driving me crazy. So, why can't I leave her alone?

"Look at you," he said, throwing a strand of brunette hair over the girl's shoulder, "reading that romantic nineteenth century crap." Serena instantly cowered away from the man and fought herself not to look up. "It's twentieth century, and I'm reading this for school." Theo's mouth popped opened to form the perfect O shape. Then out of the blue he asked, "Are you a virgin?" "No," she surprised him by saying. She hadn't even missed a beat. "That's a shame."

Octavia. That's the name the world knows her by. One word. One name. At seventeen, she was a girl who had her spotlight when she was whisked away to co-star in what would be an award-winning movie. From that moment on, she had never strayed away. Now, at 24, Octavia is a star and has found herself in multiple productions. As she finds herself in Milan, Italy for a new and upcoming movie she is cast in, she crosses paths with Caleb Henderson, the famous writer known to the world as Romero Henderson. However, as the production of the movie begins, Octavia immediately decides her opinion of Caleb. She doesn't like him. She borderline hates him. She hates how annoying he is. She hates the stupid, random topics he always brings up. She hates how he almost always cuts her off whenever she's speaking. She hates how attracted she is to him. I exhaled, trying to rub the tiredness off my face with my hands. I looked down at his shadow on the ground to him. His face looked as if it was glowing from the sun, his eyes narrowing from the brightness. I let my gaze trail from the exposed tattoos on his arms to the stupid smile that was still on his face. "Why are you like this?" For a moment he didn't answer me. He simply glanced at me, knowing that I meant more in the five words. The smile on his face went from pure amusement to bitterness. It was something I had never seen before and I didn't think I wanted to see him smile like that ever again. He pivoted his head towards the sun once again and in a serious tone asked, "Would you have me any other way?" Cover: @EmSlough_

Scarlett, a workaholic publicist, finds herself unable to resist a tempting offer when sparks fly with her newest client. ***** Vice President of a prestigious PR firm, Scarlett Bardot's life is consumed with work. To push back the harsh memories of her past and the untimely end of her short-lived marriage, she has managed to make it to the top by devoting herself to her profession... to everyone but herself. When she lands the client of a lifetime, she assumes this job will be like all the ones before it. Giovanni Martinelli is a world-famous Italian designer, known for his impeccable sense of style, impressive wealth, and drop-dead good looks. He comes with a reputation, but Scarlett has never been afraid of a challenge, even if it isn't the one she expected. Giovanni is beyond charming, and it's not long before Scarlett finds herself under his spell. Both reeling from past heartbreak, but unable to deny the chemistry between them, an arrangement is made: no strings attached, no commitment, only pleasure. It's a perfect plan on paper, but how long will it be until "just tonight" isn't enough? Book One of the No Strings Attached series Content warning: This story contains themes of domestic abuse, child abuse, addiction, and attempted suicide. Cover designed by Regina Dionela

Evelyn never wanted to be noticed at school. She dressed in unassuming clothes and kept to herself. Until the day that she slipped up and caught the attention of the school's bad boy. Gabriel had a bad reputation but after being paired together for a home economics project, Evelyn begins to realize that there's more to him than meets the eye. Will Evelyn let Gabriel into her double life? Will she ever let him hear her music?

Lexi Grayson is a normal teenager, as normal as she can be with her unobserving skills and her overthinking mind. But she might need the overthinking if she wants to unravel the smirking mystery that is Blake Eaton.

He teases her. He challenges her. He fascinates her while he irritates her like no other. He drives her insane. He makes her...ughh, so mad she could scream! The only thing he won't do is let her go. Quincy: I'm a human living among the werewolves. My mom is a werewolf. She had a drunken fun one night with a stranger, a human. The union was not supposed to bear an offspring. I'm not supposed to happen, but here I am, an outsider. They all hate me but my Nana loved me. Then Nana died. They moved me to the pack house. Now, their old Alpha three times my age wants to make me his. That is not the life I signed up for. My Nana nurtured me a dream to go off to college. So I run. I run not because I'm a coward. I run to save myself. I will have nothing to do with their kind anymore. I'll be a normal human among other normal humans. I'll be so normal, even the most average normal humans will feel like freaks next to my normal ass. They will bow down before me and call me Queen Normal. Then I see him. The best specimen of men...but I know he's not human. He's not a werewolf either, so what is he? There's this pull between us but I know I shouldn't get close to his kind...whatever he is. The trouble is, he won't leave me alone. Caspian: I've been looking for my erasthai for decades. My mother dearest, the queen of all werewolves and lycans is pressuring me to marry Lady Celeste. I'm supposed to take over the throne from my father and make lady Celeste my queen. I want nothing to do with her. I want my erasthai. Then I saw her. She's a human. The most beautiful mesmerizing creature ever, and she's mine! I thought it's going to be easy. It should have been easy. Come on, ALL girls want me. I mean, look at me. I'm gorgeous! Mirrors weep when I walk past them. She refused to give me the time of the day. Well, too bad princess. I'm not about to let you get away. I'll crush all other competitions. I'm Prince Caspian. I always get what I want.

Brooke is a hardheaded, blunt, champion boxer who hasn't lost a fight and doesn't take no for an answer. when her Bestfriend Evanley brings her to a BDSM club things end turning out wrong. she meets billionaire club owner who's looking for a new sub. will she submit to him? or will he give up everything to submit to her? Don't copy my books!! EXCERPT below!!! I smooth my hands over my dress. He's wearing a black suit with a black tie. He looks... nice... or whatever. Him eye-fucking me is really starting to get under my skin. I grab my backpack that's at the bottom of the stage, I don't plan in staying in these clothes but I'll wear them until I can get a chance to change. I narrow my eyes and approach him in a cautious but bitter manor. He gets the picture because he plasters a triumph smirk on his face. That fucker. "What are you doing here leach" my words are like acid hopefully hinting that I don't want him to be here. "I can't get a hello from my date? You look beautiful" his eyes roam up and down my body and I stiffen. The muscles in my stomach tighten and I swallow the lump in my throat. I agree I do look nice. I'm wearing a cream colored dress that's open in the back. There's a thigh high split that's a little too far up for my liking but its fine. I put my hair up in a ponytail but it looks nice I guess. "So where are we doing this?" I question, ready to get this thing over with. "Dinner sounds good to me, ready baby?" he stretches out his hand which I reluctantly take. He pulls me to him and snakes his hand around my back to clasp my waist. "Your skin is so soft love" he purrs in my ear. "I'm not your baby I'm not your love or whatever other cute names you want to call me, and keep the touching to a minimal" he chuckles and leads me out side to a black Porsche that's waiting for him. So he's got money. I can see where the cockiness comes from.