When Alexis agrees to help the school's player, she must guard the secret that could unravel everything - even as unexpected feelings complicate the game. *** What happens when Alexis Dawson, the 'resident loser' of Redwood High, agrees to help the school's notorious player, Aaron Walker? How can she stop herself from falling for him? It isn't all love and romance - Alexis has a secret of her own. Join them on a journey of jealousy, betrayal, trust, friendship, and love. A little favour just got a whole lot more complicated. *** He was so close, his breath hit my lips. His eyes darted from my eyes to my lips. I stared intently, awaiting his next move. His lips fell near my ear. "Shut up and kiss me" He whispered roughly. A chill shot up my spine. I pulled back, staring at his eyes and leaned in...

"I thought we agreed on a mutual day of rest?" His large body was within inches of hers, their chests brushing with each breath. "Who ordered the hit?" He growled out and Omisha rolled her eyes. It was an unspoken rule to carry that kind of information to your grave- a rule she was certain Thorn knew. "And here I was thinking you were sort of smart." She remarked as she pressed the auto start button on her key fob. Thorn's hand roughly grabbed her arm and pushed her against her car, her fresh sutures protesting. "Look, if we're not fucking you have to stop man handling me." She groaned as his grip tightened effectively pushing her wound tighter against the car. "Would you be serious for two seconds?" He growled as he angrily searched her eyes for an ounce of information. ------ When an assassin's next hit is a widely feared hitman you'd expect plenty of bloodshed not a toxic romance. *Warning very graphic scenes of violence, death and sex* Full description inside!

She was my cherry pie Full lips, shy eyes. But when I took a bite I almost died. It was quite scary Who would've known that she was a poisonous berry?

{SAMPLE: Published on Amazon} Five hundred years ago, humanity's freedom died. When the Greek Gods and Goddesses were usurped from their home on Mt. Olympus, they crashed upon Earth and enslaved the human race. Children spend their existence inside prisons ran by ruthless Immortals, and upon their eighteenth birthday, they are thrown into an arena to be fought after. Once won, they are scarified with their name and short-lived identity in an unforgiving world, where there is an absence of hope for people with mortality coursing through their red veins. Servitude shackled humanity, but then a girl stood in the arena on the first summer solstice since she turned eighteen years old. A nameless girl, trembling behind the safety of her friend, landed in the Gods' worlds without knowing that she was going to be their unraveling. This wide-eyed slave, who bled two colors. One red like humans. One gold like the gods. Five hundred years ago, humanity's freedom died, but she's here to take it back. Final Book Cover commissioned by @Fantastical-Ink

"You're a what?" Devin's full lips frowned as she eyed the man that only stood 3 feet away from her. "A sex therapist. Now please fix your expression, Miss Rodriguez." His creamy baritone responded agitatedly as she shook her head from side to side. "I need therapy, sir. Not any fucking dick." She growled, attempting to make a full exit out of the office, but not before she felt his large strong hands cup her small tiny wrists. He spun her around gracefully, his head dropping down to the space between their heads as his husky Burberry cologne overtook her nostrils. "Je ne suis pas d'accord belle dame," He muttered that beautiful second language against her skin, the language of love, as he smirked. She almost practically collapsed in his arms at the sound of it and he knew that he had her. "Maybe some fucking dick is exactly what you need." ©Copyright KeKe Biddle 2014 All Rights Reserved.

Moss stared at me, his eyes glowing a vibrant kind of green. He ran his hand through his brown hair and grinned at me. "Didn't I tell you to stay out my room?" He said while lazily walking over to me with a limp. "I'm sorry..uh- I'll leave now!" I get up and run to the door but with a blank of an eye he was in front of me. "Don't leave just yet..I'm hungry you know." He chuckled and placed his hand on my shoulder. It felt like a millon weights were on that one shoulder and I fell to the ground instantly. "No! Stop!" I scream as he plants his teeth into my neck and I let the darkness consume me.

~ AVAILABLE ON AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/dp/164434193X ~ She hated riding the subway. It was cramped, smelled, and the seats were extremely uncomfortable to sit on for hours on end. Now add a group of crazy mask-wearing, weapon-wielding, maniacs to the ever growing list of reasons why Gemma hated riding the subway. Gemma Conners is your average eighteen year old and for the past two years she's been riding the subway to and from school with no problem. She always expected the same ol' same ol'. Cramped spaces, hard seats, and perverts staring her up and down and "accidentally" bumping into her and blaming it on the train as it jostled people into one another. Never did she expect a group of masked men to rush in and hold everyone onboard hostage, demanding that they all play along with their sick and twisted idea of a "game". It was either that or die. To add on to her ever growing list of problems, one of the passengers onboard just so happens to be Archer Daniels, your typical high school "heartthrob" and Gemma's classmate. Her day just kept getting better and better. With Gemma's luck, she'd be lucky if she lasted five minutes. Yep. She really hated the subway. *Book Cover Credit: Irah Marie* Thanks again for making such an AMAZING cover!❤️

it was a cold late night in the studio. dr phil and steve Harvey were trapped with no source of warmth besides their naked bodies.

Shanice Smith, a shy black woman with an aptitude for working and helping those around her. After finding employment in McGregor companies, she develops a soft spot for her very friendly and elderly white British boss who's like a father to her. But then, the said boss is retiring, and it's time for the son to step in. McGregor Jr just happens to be an arrogant, pompous, snarky and rude human with an accent to die for. From the first day he stepped foot in the company, he's made it his mission in life to torment and overwork his assistant. Despite the emotions he sparks in Nia, she detests him. Or maybe it's just a cover for her growing feelings. Working for him was no walk in the park. He works hard, and he demands the same from his employees, particularly his assistant. At first it was to get a reaction from her, but then it turned into something more. Along the line, she makes an enemy, one who just happens to hate everything she defines; a black person. Then something happens, and she has no one else to turn to but him. He might just turn out not to be as mean as she first thought. Throw in some trips, a pet, a kidnapping and an obnoxious younger sister who's hell bent on finding a romance where there's none. Or is there? Let's see how Shanice copes with him when she just can't stand his arrogant sexy arse. You will hate, and you will love. CEO/Assistant.. BWWM romance... Mild content/trigger warning: racial discrimination.

As I was finishing my homework I heard a knock on my door. " Come in " I said to whoever was on the outside of my door and looked back at my work. " Hey shortcake . " Once I heard his voice I frowned. " Get out " I said to him without looking at him. Why does he even bother coming to my room .? Ughhh Instead of listening to me, he shut and locked my door. " What are you doing .? " I asked him while standing up glaring at him. He ever so slowly walked towards me to the point where our noses were almost touching. " Dav- " Before I could finish my sentence I felt his lips on mine. Davion kissed me. I stupidly kissed back. Kayla Colt is 17 and isn't like most girls. She had curves in all the right places. She's independent, very beautiful, and insecure about her self. Her dad died when she was 16 and Caleb was 17 the only person who she has is her mom her brother Caleb, and her friend Destinee . Davion Bartley is 18 and is your typical bad boy. Except he isn't a player ... he has his eye on one girl but she doesn't notice. His parents are rich and he has been bestfriends with Caleb since they were 5. What happens when Davion kisses Kayla and Caleb finds out .? Will it be the end of both of their relationships with Davion .?