WATTPAD ORIGINAL EDITION When her initiation into her college's History Club goes awry, Sol has to come face to face with Ethan-the cute guy whose house she just broke into. ***** Soledad Gutierrez, or Sol to her friends, decides to join the History Club at her Community college. However, this club is not like other clubs: they have an initiation process and a slew of other 'extracurricular activities.' In order to join the club, Sol must break into the oldest house in her small Californian town and steal one of their forks. The club members provide all the materials to break in; she just needs to take the utensil, take a selfie in the kitchen, and get out undetected-with the fork, of course. The problem is: Ethan Winston spots Sol in his grandparent's house, and he's determined to uncover the reason behind the break-in. However, both he and Sol are thrown for a loop when feelings begin to develop between them. And as Ethan becomes suspicious of the History Club, he and Sol get tangled in an adventure none of them were expecting. [[word count: 90,000-100,000 words]] [[Wattys 2019 Winner for Young Adult + Being Published by Wattpad Books in Fall 2020]]

Ara, the only woman left alive after a plague, is searching for a way to save humanity. She thinks there isn't a man she can trust, until she meets Kaden. ***** A plague has swept over the Earth, killing the majority of the population and every female. Except one. Ara witnessed the horror and destruction, but for the last three years she has survived. Now, desperation and hunger force her out of the mountains and onto a dangerous path; across the flooded downtown and through the gangs of survivors is hope. Ara's father spoke of a clue that could save not just her, but humanity. Then she is captured by a group of men. Despite the seeming kindness of Kaden, a young man her own age, Ara doesn't know if she can trust them. Then again, there's no way she can cross the plague-ridden city on her own. Men. Monsters. Is there a difference? This is the story of The Last She. (This book contains all of The Last She Series - Book 1: The Last She, Book 2: The Last City and Book 3: The Last Creation) [[word count: 250,000-300,000 words]]

"Come to sit on my lap again?" • • • It's that time of the year again, and people are all waiting for Santa to come by with their presents. Hazel is living a humdrum life in her small hometown, doing nothing in particular when a certain Santa Claus asks her if she wants to sit on his lap. Brown eyes, chocolate hair and abs carved like stone, Nick is nothing like the traditional Santa you know, yet he still straps on the beard and red suit. In town for just the season, Hazel slowly discovers there's more to Nick Saint than what meets the eye. Peeling back one layer at a time (like a Christmas present) she uncovers what truly lies beneath that red suit of his and finds herself in shock at the result. As the saying goes... Santa smirks because he knows where all the naughty girls live... And he was smirking at Hazel.

**Mature Readers Only ( 18+ )** Book 1 of the Moretti series- Remi Bennett grew up with her mother an a handful of close friends. When her mother got sick, Remi made life changes that helped her mature and become more independent. Working in a small Italian restaurant and living on her own, she never saw the changes coming. Micah Moretti has always loved the party boy lifestyle. Being the only son to a single mom, his uncle had taken him under his wing. Having major ties to Sicilian Mafia, he moves to Washington DC with hopes for a fresh start. Closer to his remaining family and the family business, he has a plan, but it doesn't involve settling down. When Remi and Micah meet, their lives change. Unfortunately not everyone in their lives is able to move on or mature. ** She smile back at me and arched her brow. "Micah Morretti I don't want to take advantage of you." She re-buttoned my slacks and slid off the counter. Pushing me back with her fingertips. "Look, if you don't think you can handle me, I will happily handle myself." I closed my eyes as my head rolled back. When our touch disconnected she lifted her tank, revealing her lower back and stomach. Stepping away and wandered towards her bedroom. Watching her walk away from me. Actively teasing me, she slipped the cotton tank over head with one hand and hid her chest with the other. "If you aren't going to help," she stopped and met my gaze over her shoulder, "then get out." ** No. 1 in #NightClub - 06/17/2019 No. 4 in #ExBoyfriend - 12/9/2019 No. 1 in #EroticFiction - 10/19/2019 No. 1 in #Waitress - 11/14/2019

[MATURE CONTENT] Everyone tends to outgrow their childhood memories as they become adults but not Trinity. The Ivanov sons are the living memory who breathes and walks to her terror and against her utmost desires she desperately needs but denies herself; she thinks she can escape them but no. They have claimed her, desired her, obsessed over her even before she knew it and they will have her because she is THEIRS. And the sad truth she knows, they are hers for the claim. © "Show me your panties." Vadim has never been one to ask question. I want to refuse but the look on his face makes my body say fuck it. Blushing, fingers goes to the slit of my dress to give him what he want but Andrei halts me almost immediately. "Slowly." Andrei says. Snapping my gaze to his mischievous smirk. Stretching my leg farther out that has the slit on; boldly, my eyes trained on their heated gaze as I slowly hook my thumbs to my panties tugging it down.... slowly. How they want it. "Ass up, face down." Shakily, I complied climbing the bed falling in position shooting my ass high in the air getting wetter by the second hearing footsteps draw closer licking my lips. Vadim breathes on my neck hearing Andrei's dark chuckles. "When we are done with you, you will wish you didn't beg to be fucked." Oh God! ***Mature content ***Violence ***Mature romance ***18+ IF YOU ARE NOT A FAN OF CONTROLLING MEN AND A SEMI-SUBMISSIVE FEMALE LEAD, PLEASE DO NOT READ. I REPEAT, DO NOT READ WITH INTENTIONS TO BRING HATEFUL COMMENTS BECAUSE YOU DO NOT LIKE IT. THANKS.