She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

"Oh, Lilith. When I die and you spit on my grave just know I'm under there with my mouth wide open." • • • As president of the Devils of Sin Motorcycle Club, my life has been steeped in darkness and trauma since the day I drew my first breath. Chaos is my inheritance. I need it to feel balanced-grounded-whole. The only people who matter are the ones who wear my cut. Loyalty begins and ends there. Women are nothing more than tools. Never to be wanted, only used-faces blurring together until they mean nothing at all. I live by a simple truth: death is always waiting at my door. Until a pretty doll drifts into my sights and forces me to feel something I thought was long dead. Alive. [18+] Mature Content Highest Ranking #1 - Bike #1 - Biker #1 - Dark Humor #1 - Motorcycle #1 - Seductive

Alina Vesca was never meant for a world of bloodstained legacies and whispered deals. She belongs to flour-covered aprons, warm ovens, and quiet mornings, not the shadows that trail behind her family name. But fate doesn't ask for permission One arrangement places her beside Enzo Marcello, the untouchable heir to a name feared across New York. Cold, calculated, and impossible to read. In a city where loyalty is bought, trust is fragile, and every secret has a price, the most dangerous thing either of them might discover... is each other.

Meet Bambi, a sunbeam in human form-sweet, bubbly, and full of wide-eyed wonder. Fresh from a cozy village, she's thrilled to take her uncle's invitation to explore the city, a place she's dreamed of for as long as she can remember. Unbeknownst to her, the adventure of a lifetime is about to unfold. In a quiet corner of the city, Emir runs his quiet bookshop, a sanctuary of pages and shadows, guarded by his loyal black Rottweiler. A man of few words, his life is as predictable as the turning pages of his favorite novels. That is, until a petite whirlwind with big, curious eyes wanders in, picks up a job application, and turns his world upside down. This is the charming tale of Emir, the calm and introspective bookseller, and Bambi, the effervescent dreamer-two souls on a collision course for a sweet, feel-good romance.

"Just let me take care of you," Alexander says as his hand moves across my thigh, his legs holding me in place on the couch. "I can't, it's too much-" I go to move his hand, but another set of hands stop mine. The rings and veins make it obvious who it is. "Enzo, please," I whine quietly. "Be a good girl and sit still. You need a release, baby. Do you want us to make you cum, or Vince?" It was then that I look over to the armchair in the corner, a silent set of eyes sweeping along my body before raising to my eyes. Vince. _________________________________ Ellie Taylor was strong. A 20-year-old college student with two full time jobs and being forced to take care of her younger brother, Eddie, it was fair to say that she was exhausted. She needed someone to take care of her, but would she let anyone in long enough to take control? The A.V.E Brothers. Not actually brothers, but business partners and friends. Alexander Marcello, the professor. Enzo Romano, the CEO. Vince Grey, the Bodyguard. They were bored of their easy and lonely lifestyle, and needed to have a challenge; something new. They craved control. Would they be able to keep someone around long enough to relinquish their control?

ASHER I wasn't looking for love. I was looking for power. A wife is not romance in my world. She's leverage. Blood ties. Contracts sealed with rings instead of ink. When Carson begged for protection and money, offering his daughters like bargaining chips, I expected to be bored. Elisa. Eighteen. Italian. Five-foot-five of something breakable. And I wanted her. Not because she was the most beautiful - though she was. Not because she would make the best alliance - though she would. I wanted her because she looked at me like I was something terrifying... and still didn't run. I have built an empire with blood. Men fear me. Enemies whisper my name. I take what I want. And I wanted her. She is everything I am not - light where I am darkness, gentle where I am ruthless. I thought she would bend. I thought she would obey. I did not expect to fall. But the mafia monster is learning something dangerous- Even monsters can love. ⸻ ELISA Papa said this was an honor. He said I should smile. Be grateful. Be obedient. And then there was him. Asher Ivanov. Six-foot-four. Broad shoulders. Dark hair with blonde streaks. Brown eyes that looked like they'd seen too much. And dimples that didn't match the rest of him at all. I was the youngest. The quietest. The one who still believed marriage meant something soft and safe. But when he chose me, there was no softness in his voice. He didn't ask. He took. I was afraid of him. Of the way he moves like he owns every room. Of the way men step aside when he walks. Of the darkness that clings to him like a shadow. And yet... When he looks at me, sometimes there's something else there. Something almost careful. Almost gentle. He is cold. I am warm. He is a storm. I am a flower. But storms don't always destroy flowers. Sometimes... they protect them. And somewhere between fear and fate, I started falling in love with the monster who chose me.

Soul Reapers MC #1 Bear is an enforcer for the Soul Reapers Motorcycle club. With a heart of steel, his alligence is to the club. He does whatever it takes to protect his brothers. When he ends up injured doing just that, he makes a choice that changes everything; a choice that perhaps leads him to find a new place for his heart to rest- with Robin. Robin lives her life for everyone but herself. As an A&E nurse she eats, breathes, and shits looking after others. Never once has she had the time, the thought, or the courage to fulfil her own desires. Until she meets Bear. Robin gets a taste of what it's like to live life on the edge, and she loves every tattooed inch of it. But can they trust each other enough that when the reality of club life strikes, it doesn't tear apart everything that they've worked to build? *** This book is marked mature for strong language, and Mature themes. TRIGGER WARNINGS include: Mentions of drugs, drug abuse, misogyny, violence, sexual assault (not between main characters), and other themes that some readers may find distressing. Please look after yourself and read at your own discretion.

After catching her fiancé in bed with her best friend, Lily Hale packed her belongings and ran. She left everything behind: friends, her job at the library, her home. She arrives in the small town of Clintwood, VA and slowly settles into the small cabin she was given by the local bikers club, in exchange for her services as a waitress in a bar. Jonah Hawk is the Hell Rider's hellhound. The enforcer of the club, the one that carries out all the punishments. He hates everyone and everything. What happens when a small timid young lady enters his club and all the men try their hand with her? Why is he so worried? The hellhound doesnt need a Mate..... right? NOT A WEREWOLF STORY. JUST A BIKER CLUB THAT REFERS TO THEIR FAMILY AS A PACK AND THEIR OLE LADIES AS MATES!! So some werewolf terms, but... not a werewolf story!!! Thanks!!!

Layla was trying to start again. She was trying to move forward but fear was her constant companion. Tommy was a hardened biker with a violent background but one look at her and his heart began to beat again. She found herself drawn closer and closer to him but could he save her from the darkness? Would he accept her once he knew how damaged she was?

(Winged Riders MC) Emma is a nurse that has finally decided that her not so perfect life needs spicing up a little. So she agreed to go out with her crazy best friend. What she did not know was how crazy her best friend really is. The last thing she excepted was to be thrown into the mad word of bikers, guns, blood and much more. But when a tall strong and might I add rather sexy biker casts his eyes upon her. Emma is a gonna, because what Gunner wants Gunner gets. (+18, strong language, sexual, violence)