*WARNING! This story contains mature content.* When her boyfriend cheats on her, Rory Warren moves to a new flat. She gets a flatmate who becomes a very good friend of her. But that flatmate has a very sexy, very charming and very wealthy brother who turns Rory's world upside down. Rory is a weak woman. Braden Campbell makes her even weaker. He's a controlling businessman and a perfect definition of a womanizer. He doesn't do relationships. His past has taught him to be tough, unforgiving and cold. He doesn't have a word 'commitment' in his dictionary. He works hard. He fucks even harder. Rory and Braden make a pact, an arrangement. They want to stick to it, follow their rules. But one can only bear so much before bursting. It's a game of two and the rule is simple: if one of them falls in love, it's game over. This is not a story about a perfect relationship. It's a story where a man wants it all and a woman who gives it all to him. Game on, people! Or is it really just a game? Only time will tell. Tick-tock

This is the second book of His series. Please read the first one (His At Night), otherwise this book won't make any sense to you. * It hurts. Not physically. It hurts emotionally. And that's the worst kind of pain a human being can ever feel, because you literally can not do anything about it. There's no cure. There's only the time passing, making the pain more bearable, but an ache stil stays behind. That's how Braden leaves Rory that night he decides it's game over for them and leaves her. She misses him terribly. She needs weeks before she decides she's ready to face the world again. But then, everything comes crashing down on them when they see each other again. And now the real question is, who's going to be the first one to cave in and swallow their pride? Will they find their path back together or is it really that for them - game over? But was it really just a game in the first place?

The only worthy man is the man willing to spill blood. There is no greater gang feared in the streets of New York than South Bloods. They kill, they feast, and they delight in spilling blood. Greg "Raze" Resnick has always known it was his legacy to take his father's place someday as leader. He prepared for this moment his whole life and the day has arrived that the talented and ruthless fighter finally step up. But fate has other plans. Greg's world is turned upside down by just one smile of the woman he didn't see coming. She's his opposite in every way possible and there's no way the two would ever work. But Greg is determined despite all the odds. Fighting for Laura is one thing, but fighting his family in order to have her is another. Is this a fight he'll win, or will blood be spilled after all? *PREQUEL of the Fighter's Den series. CAN BE READ AS A STAND-ALONE. Rated 18+ due to mature content.*

Moving back home was the plan. Starting fresh was the plan. Fascinating the most stunning guy ever was not. Amelia's life turned upside down when he started pursuing her. He was stubborn, rugged and used to getting what he wanted. From the moment Theo saw the mystery in her eyes, there was something that pulled him in. And he had never been afraid to fight. With her baggage and walls built high, she was adamant on not letting him get what he most wanted, her. But maybe, just maybe, he was the salvation she'd always needed. Catch You Cover: happypappyme ALL RIGHTS RESERVED © 2020 happypappyme

"Are you afraid, my wee human?" "Will you hurt me?" "No, Ailsa. I swear to you I will never harm you. I'd rather die than lay a hand on you." "Then there's nothing more to discuss." ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ In 18th century Scotland, a romance blooms in a dark prison cell Laird Fraser MacLeod is no normal man. In fact, he isn't a man at all. He is a creature bound to the night that feasts on the blood of men. He's lured to the Sinclair clan under the impression there will be a truce between the two lairds, instead he's captured and tortured for being the monster he is. A vampire. What he doesn't expect is the wee slip of a lass that sneaks down to his cell for nightly visits. She talks to him, reads him books, brings food, and soothes the darkest pieces of his soul. Ailsa Sinclair has enough problems of her own. She's ailed with a disease that can not be cured, the daily attacks on her lungs are nearly too much. Little does she know that not only will the mysterious bearded man she visits get her in trouble, but that he'll change her life forever. A historical vampire romance

After one broken night, a Mafia Don finds himself stumbling through a massage parlour, drunk out of his mind. But what he didn't know, was that he stumbled upon the most perfect angel he had ever seen. An angel he was determined to claim as his.

Matt and May have been betrothed to each other since they were kids. Their grandparents had meddled into their lives to ensure that the families' business and money would stay in the family. There is one slight problem with the whole plan--May doesn't want to abide by the contract. May is determined to circumnavigate the contract by marrying as fast as she can--to any man. Matt is just as determined to prevent May from marrying any man who waltzes into her life. All goes to plan, until Matt meets May and decides that he wants to be the man May marries. Unfortunately for him, she will have nothing to do with him. How will Matt win her over? Please note this book is not a Lycan book. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents in this book are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental. Copyright C.M. Fahnlander All Rights Reserved

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

"Beg for it." He growled in my ear, making heat shoot straight to my core. "Never." I hissed back as his fingers moved faster inside me. His chest was pressed against my back, hand dipped into my skirt, panties pulled to the side. I wanted to come so badly, but I would never give him the satisfaction of hearing me beg. --- Violett Moore finished college over a year ago, yet she was still jobless. Of course, she was still living the life with the money her brother sent her every month, but she wanted something of her own. Hard earned money from a good paying job. When he brother tells her that there may be an opportunity for her, she couldn't be more ecstatic, until she finds out who's hiring. Roman Drakos, CEO of the Drakos Co. conglomerate that owns most of the media outlets in LA, some film studios, and the most prestigious marketing firm. He's also her brother's best friend. She's never met him, but she already knew she wouldn't take the job. This was just another handout and she wanted to work for it. Little did she know that Roman wasn't giving away any handouts and would indeed make her work for it, even if she had to beg for it. TOTAL WORDCOUNT: 97,431 ⚠️WARNING ⚠️ This story contains mature content such as foul language, some violence, & sex

18+ To Manhattan's millionaire, David Argent, bounding himself for eternity and sharing the solemn vows of I do with Dawn Montgomery, the woman he loves is just the thing he needs to do to keep the last four years of his life from haunting him, but there is only so much the heated sex and sizzling passion can cover up before the skeletons start to unravel themselves, and when they do, he finds his marriage tilting to a whole new place where hate, pain, and heartbreak are inevitable. But will their undying love for one another be strong enough to weather the storm his past brings or will the dent put in their vows by the secrets hidden be the very thing that ruins their happily ever after?