Lenora did not have a wonderful life. After her engagement to Prince Ronan is broken, she loses everything... her reputation, her home, and her family. Starving on the streets, she dies angry and bitter at how her life unfolded... Only to wake up in her old bed, fifteen again, five years before she died. Now she must struggle to change her fate, and the fate of those around her. This time she won't trust in something as flimsy or changeable as love. No, this time she'll have the power and the money to protect herself. Lenora has already lost everything once. She's not going to lose again. No matter what the cost. (Cover submitted by @QueenHelmer)

From the writer of Sweet Spot, comes the sequel of two familiar characters you already saw coming. Harper Davis has many titles: marketing connoisseur, almost-lawyer, disappointment to parents, and most importantly: liar. Big. Fat. Liar. But what else is a girl supposed to do when her overachieving parents ask her if she's in a relationship? It's bad enough they think she's incompetent, but single at the age of 31? Is there a cliff to jump off around here? And thanks to her big, fat, lying skills, Mr. and Mrs. Davis are flying into town to meet Harper's alleged boyfriend. The non-existent one. The "I'm about to be caught in the act" one. The "it was nice knowing you guys" one. Enter Sawyer James. He also has many titles: douchebag, womanizer, know-it-all, and just about any colourful insult in the book. The one title Harper didn't expect him to have? Boyfriend. Fake boyfriend. After years of working in vicinity and being known for their competitive nature, Harper never thought she would agree to fake-date the office hunk. But she's short on time and options and she can (frustratingly) admit that no one could play this part better than her work enemy. The "he probably sucks in bed" enemy. The "okay fine that's a lie" enemy. They say never to mix business and pleasure, but it doesn't count if it's pretend...right? *A hilarious reverse grumpy x sunshine, office romance, and fake dating rom-com. Rated 18+ due to mature scenes. All rights reserved to TheFeveredBookaholic.*

"Can you check this file, there's an error in it." She pushes a file towards me. At this point I am sweating. Lord just give her a gun already. I concentrate on the file hoping to quickly spot the error. From the corner of my eyes I see her looking at me, standing up next to me. Like right next to me. Like her leg touching my chair. "Did you find it yet?" Her whispery voice sounded right next to my ear, causing me to shudder a little. "N-not yet." I said, my voice now definitely sounding rough. Her hands find their way to my shoulders causing me to glup audibly. Her left hand starts to move south, over my arm, to the side of my torso and then- To my painfully hard cock. She moans in my ear softly, causing my dick to twitch. She starts planting butterfly kisses on my neck and it automatically tilts to give her more access. "You're so hard, Zeb." She moaned. And fuck me that was the most beautiful sound my ears have ever heard. ⎯ ZEB ARRINGTON Adorable, hot, and innocent these three words could describe Zeb. But it doesn't help in making a living, does it? Especially not the third one. At 25, with no job and career, Zeb is fed up, but what happens when he gets a job, of an 'assistant' that too for none other than THE cold-hearted and rude, Aveline Andruzzi who also happens to be REALLY sexy and also doesn't have time for this 'romance bullshit'? ⎯ AVELINE ANDRUZZI The billionaire entrepreneur, with a persona that makes people shake in their shoes. People are afraid of her and that's how she likes it, men kiss the ground she walks on, and why wouldn't they? She is THE epitome of hotness, with a figure that can wake the dead. It's really hard for someone to catch her eye and trust me when I say 'really fucking hard'. ⎯ ❝ "I told you, you're mine. I don't pick up catfights, Zeb. I don't have time for that childish shit." she whispers, sending blood running straight to my cock. ❞ Trigger warning 18+ Mature content Cover by Ren T

" W-what are y-you we-wea-ring?" Luca's deep trembling voice made me smirk. I looked down at the baby pink lace bra and matching panties that adorned my body. Luca's gaze was stuck to my chest at then it tavelled downwards. "Are you done staring?" I asked, my voice low and husky. The bag in his right hand dropped as he looked away , blushing madly. The blush that tainted his cheeks made me all the more turned on. Fuck. I slowly, made my way towards him and placed my hands on his chest. His eyes followed my every action. "Eleoner..." He whispered hoarsely, making me cream my panties. "Don't worry, baby. I'll make it go away..." I trailed off, biting his earlobe seductively. _____________________________________ When Eleoner was sent to military school at the tender age of sixteen by her gold digging whore of a mother, instead of improving herself, she turned worse. She drank , played around, swore like a sailor etc. She was the kind of girl your parents warned you not to hang out with. Tired of her careless mother and her innumerable man sluts, Eleoner decides to move out. When she decided to move to New York to study in NYU, the least she expected was sharing an apartment with another guy, Luca Marino. Luca is the boy your parents encourage you to hang out with because he is a complete nerd. He surrounds himself with books only. El was always into the hot bad boys in her hometown but this Italian nerd has her fantasizing. She will not stop until she has him in her bed. But along with Luca comes drama. Will El be strong enough for the heartbreak to come? Will she continue being the bad bitch or will Luca tame her? **************************************** Guys, this book is for mature audiences as it contains Sexual content (shitload of that) , swearing, etc..... So please , 18+ readers only. If ya nasty and you're not 18, try not to go ahead. But if you do, don't sue me for destroying your innocent soul. I warned you.

Lyra, a recent college grad on a break with her narcissistic boyfriend, flees to a beach town where a steamy affair with a billionaire CEO forces her to choose between meeting others' expectations and pursuing her dreams. Lyra's boyfriend of four years wants a break. What Lyra wants isn't of much importance, though. At least, not to her parents, who think her dreams are just a phase. Agreeing with people is much easier than trying to prove them wrong, and that's what Lyra has done for a while. Right until the impromptu solo trip to the coastal town of Marfolk. Right until the meeting with the dark-haired, blue-eyed Emrys. He gets under her skın like no other man, and soon they're caught in a riptide of a forbidden, passionate romance. Too bad it has an expiration date-the day Lyra returns home. Content warning: this story contains mentions of domestic violence that can be upsetting to some readers. Reader discretion is advised.

(SAMPLE) Now available everywhere in ebook & paperback (and on Kindle Unlimited in the US & Canada). Kendall works the night shift at the campus library. It's the perfect job: she gets to spend hours reading her romance novels without interruption... until the night that Vincent, king of campus and star of the basketball team, comes to the front desk and asks her for reading recommendations. (75k words. No cheating, no love triangles, happy ending. Adult content. 18+ recommended.)

Lisa Branson is married to Ryan Matthews, her first love. Her perfect life unravels when she discovers that Ryan is cheating on her with Susan Wells, her best friend. Susan is married to Maxim Chamberlain, the enigmatic, charismatic, and devastatingly attractive billionaire. There has always been something simmering between Lisa and Maxim, but they have never acted on it. Together, both of them decide to plot revenge against their cheating spouses. Is it time, finally, for Lisa and Maxim to give in to their undeniable attraction toward each other? And what happens when the cheaters find their affair exposed, and their marriages and their lives crumbling and spinning out of control?

Would you like to play a game? The rules are simple... you just have to get someone to fall in love you, devote himself to you, and care for you until the end of his days. Think it's easy? Confident you'll win? Let's see how well you play the game. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION