[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

*Officially published by Black Velvet Seductions* *Previously featured by Wattpad* "Laryssa Mitchell is one of the lucky ones. The death of her abusive husband finally allows her to live again on her own terms, making her own choices. Her first official decision is to take back what was lost - her independence and her old job. But she soon finds herself in a living nightmare when she meets her new boss. If her husband is rotting in hell, then who is the man standing in front of her with a dead man's face? Alexander Richards doesn't expect to catch an unconscious woman in his arms on his first day at work, nor does he envision himself willingly setting foot in a hospital again, reliving his painful loss. But that's exactly what he chooses to do when Laryssa needs his help. Why? She has a story to tell. He has a mystery to solve. In the midst of danger, passion sizzles between them, taking them by surprise. What will happen when all is brought to light? Will they be able to overcome their traumatic pasts and find love in each other, or will their ghosts have the final say?" Now available on Amazon, Kobo, and Barnes and Noble. Amazon: http://viewbook.at/HerLoversFace Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/her-lover-s-face B&N: https://m.barnesandnoble.com/w/her-lovers-face-patricia-elliott/1127920816?ean=2940158754906 ----- Old blurb: Ghosts! Who knew they could be so real? Laryssa could reach out and touch him, run her hand along his face. Everywhere she turned, he'd be there. Even in his death, she couldn't find peace. It was like something out of her worst nightmare, except she wasn't sleeping. She was awake, wide awake, and he was right there in front of her... ----- If you enjoy my story, please don't forget to vote and/or leave a comment :) Have a great day! Featured by Wattpad on Nov. 28th, 2016 #15 in Romance - Jan. 4th, 2017 #16 in Romance - Jan. 3rd, 2017 Cover made by Jessica Greeley(Black Velvet Seductions)

Logan Everton was everything but normal. Suffering from a childhood full of abuse, she has attributes of a sociopath. Leaving her pack early she is found by officers who force her into an orphanage at the age of fourteen. She is in and out of foster homes as quick as the garbage goes out. Finally it is her last chance at a foster family before they kick her out when she is eighteen. However, the family is near her old pack and she is forced to go to school with the people she used to call family...

[COMPLETED] Harry Jones, a successful business man, thinks he's just had the best and most passionate night of his life with a beautiful woman. Little did he know, this woman would soon take his heart and open wounds he would rather forget. Roseline Harris is running from her previous lover when she spends an amazing night with another dark and dangerous man. Little did she know, he could save her. ***Warning*** **Contains strong language, violence, detailed scenes of a sexual nature from the beginning and scenes that some people may find upsetting** *18+ only* #3rd place in 'The Elimination Awards', 2017#

Aidan Flint Waldorf was the luckiest man on earth. He was getting married to a wonderful woman Katherine Iris Thornton. The one who had loved and waited for him for a very long time. Life couldn't get better. That was what he believed until his bride did not show up for the wedding. And the only explanation was that she was gone! Gone where? Gone when? Gone why? There were so many questions unanswered and he wanted to resolve them as quickly as possible. His heart knew his Katie would never leave unless she had some valid reasons. And it was up to him to find out what those were. Was she in some kind of danger? He vowed to himself he would find his Kate back even if it meant going to hell and back.

Drama. It was the one thing Elizabeth wanted nothing to do with during her first year of university. She'd had enough of that in high school. At first, it seemed like it was going to be a smooth year: she liked her roommates; the varsity swim team was fun and there was a cute British guy on her floor who made her heart sing. Then, the British boy began spending a lot of time with another girl; the swim team took a risk that could lead to the team's cancellation and two of her roommates started to argue all the time. Suddenly, Elizabeth's first year of university becomes fraught with problems she couldn't have foreseen. It's going to be a heck of a freshman year. Warning: references to drinking/drugs, references to sex, some strong language Completed. The Diamond Awards by PupInfinity890 First Place - ChickLit Category - The Undiscovered Writers Awards

Someone once said, 'A muse can be a mirror: a reflection of the artist's desires, anxieties, dreams, and needs'. Right now, I was his muse. I was his desire. I was his anxiety. I was his dream. I was his need. I was his love. ______________________ Trapped under her rich mother's pile of ambitions, Dawn Riviera is failing at life. Silas Dale? He's a distant dream from her high school days whose only purpose is to keep Dale Enterprises safe from his very own brother Adrian Dale. And Adrian Dale? He's a walking contradiction whose purpose is to sink Silas down in any way he can or that's what it looks like from the outside. There's bad blood between these brothers and they always want the same thing. As kids, their father's undivided affection and attention. As adults, Dawn Riviera. Silas is neat, disciplined, utterly empty while having no plans to fall in love whatsoever- until the night Dawn comes to his life, as a tangle of pale limbs and a whirl of long chestnut hair. Both of them being intoxicated, find themselves on Dawn's parent's bed. All's shot to hell when Adrian hires her as his top writer in Wild-house Publishers, his years of hard-work. Both brothers are determined to keep her as his own but not include her in their cutthroat world. Thrown into their black & white world, Dawn finds strokes of colors and unforeseen creativity. Will she be able to understand the meaning behind Silas's paintings or Adrian's choice of words? And the brothers, will they be able to resist the storm of emotions inside them and keep Dawn safe from their own demons? Will the artist and his muse find love? Here's to A Match Made in Hell. Copyright © 2016. All Rights Reserved.

★★★TOP 5 WATTPAD ROMANCE NOVEL (reached #5)!★★★ When Sera's new art teacher mistakes her for a model and demands that she strip naked, sparks start to fly. Will Mr Marek be able to keep his student at arm's length after seeing everything she has to offer? His Model Student is the latest SIZZLINGLY HOT student-teacher romance from Noël Cades.

"Turn around, Adelaine." Heart hammering in my chest, I didn't budge. "I said turn around, Adelaine." His voice, a grave, resonant command had me obeying completely this time without a second thought. My mind screamed to bolt out, to ubpush him away or slap him. But none of the three was going to happen, because I couldn't flee, and neither could I fight him. Closing the curtains behind him, he dropped his suit jacket on the floor. His hands came down to my shoulders, and very carefully, he started to lower down my crossed arms down to my sides. Slowly, he leaned in, and I had to tilt my head back to look at him. "This has to stop," Mikhail whispered. "I refuse to suffer another morning wood, Adelaine, not anymore. These...endless fantasies of you have to stop." He caressed my shoulders and his breath fanned warm on my neck.       "Get dressed. I'm taking you to my house tonight." (adult content: sex, mafia, substance-abuse related chaps® mature readers only)