Gage Harper is trouble, and I don’t need complications in my life. So why can’t I seem to stay away from him? It’s not like I’m attracted to him or anything. How could I be? He’s the exact opposite of what I want. Ethan is the one, always has been…which is why I’m crushed when I find out he’s dating my best friend. But I refuse to accept it. I’ve come too far to let him slip through my fingers. I’ll do anything to make Ethan realize I’m the girl for him—even if it means using Gage to stir a little jealousy. But once Gage agrees to play his part in this game of make-believe, lines start to blur, and the one thing I desperately tried to avoid happens… A giant complication.

    "Excuse me? I don't understand..." realization dawned on me, as I looked at my skimpy club attire.I raised my hands, "I-I'm not a prostitute." I felt his dark eyes analyzing me and suddenly I was aware of the situation. I began backing up, as panic washed through me."Get in the car." His growl came, and with that, I turned on my heels and ran.*** Calla Levkin didn't want to go out clubbing for her 18th birthday. She didn't want her friends to dress her in slutty attire.She didn't want to be mistaken as a prostitute.She didn't want to be kidnapped and sold into the Mafia.And most of all, she didn't want to catch the attention of Sinister Velkov, the first in command of the Russian Mafia.But life can't give you everything that you want...sometimes life gives you just the opposite.

    Accepting her fathers offer to love and protect her was an honor. And I would honor that until the day I died. No matter the outcome of it all I’d never stop loving or protecting her. I’d begun this journey running for my life the night he saved me. I was scared and desperate for salvation. Now… he’s my world, the air I breath, the one and only person I’d ever allow to hold my soul in the palm of his protective hand. Love isn’t easy, but this love… this love is inconceivable, irrevocable, undeniable, unyielding, and immortal.

    Some of the words she hates include economy class, second-hand clothes, and budget. She likes fashion, dating, not being on time and getting what she wants - until she meets Sean, who is like the clock striking midnight; he makes all her magic power wear off.He is as mature and sophisticated as the dark roasted coffee he drinks, while she is a lollipop, colorful on the outside with empty calories and artificial sweeteners on the inside.The attraction is instant, but getting a kiss is only the first step. Flora is soon to learn that getting the perfect guy doesn't guarantee a perfect relationship, and what brought them together in the first place may turn out to be what pushes them apart.

    It chose me. Born into a powerful mob family, darkness and danger are all I’ve ever known.But when I stumble upon Aria being held captive in the basement of a senator's house, everything I've embraced and accepted about my life gets thrown out the window.I’m drawn to her strength, to her lightness, to her beauty in my dark world. But she deserves better than trading one cage for another.Now I’m torn between protecting Aria... And keeping her for myself.

    When the Russians dismantle one of the largest and fastest-growing Italian Mafia family's in the States, war is declared.To avenge their friend's death, a fallen king, a washed-up queen, a struggling couple, and a depressed brother must come back together to fight.Through their own series of trials and tribulations, they learn that although they can attempt to fight their own battles, the only way they can overcome them is together.That is when they have the most power.

    Who could be better suited for the position than her best friend Reece? The two of them have been inseparable since they first met, moving in together isn't such a big deal. But both of them have a secret that they're keeping, and the close quarters make it harder to keep those secrets hidden inside. Faye's done something she wasn't supposed to, and now she's afraid that she's waited too long to be forgiven.Reece is in love with someone who doesn't love him back. And she now lives down the hall.

    My friend Adam jumped to his death.

    . . Nicknamed Sweet Abelli for her docile nature, Elena smiles on cue and has a charming response for everything. She’s the favored daughter, the perfect mafia principessa . . . or was.Now, all she can see in the mirror’s reflection is blood staining her hands like crimson paint. They say first impressions are everything . . . In the murky waters of New York’s underworld, Elena’s sister is arranged to marry Nicolas Russo. A Made Man, a boss, a cheat—even measured against mafia standards. His reputation stretches far and wide and is darker than his black suits and ties. After his and Elena’s first encounter ends with an accidental glare on her part, she realizes he’s just as rude as he is handsome. She doesn’t like the man or anything he stands for, though that doesn’t stop her heart from pattering like rain against glass when he’s near, nor the shiver that ghosts down her spine at the sound of his voice.And he’s always near. Telling her what to do. Making her feel hotter than any future brother-in-law should. Elena may be the Sweet Abelli on the outside, but she’s beginning to learn she has a taste for the darkness, for rough hands, cigarettes, and whiskey-colored eyes. Having already escaped one scandal, however, she can hardly afford to be swept up in another.Besides, even if he were hers, everyone knows you don’t fall in love with a Made Man . . . right?This is a standalone forbidden romance.

    It's all I'm supposed to be.I take no prisoners. Until Lily. For her, I make an exception. But only for a week. When I walk in, time starts ticking down to zero. Her father has seven days to save her. Until then, she's mine. Mine to have. Mine to take. Mine to keep. Beneath The Surface is a standalone in the Captive Hearts series.

    We're not talking lately.Don't you call her what you used to call me...A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them."Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin.

    you're feisty huh Muffin?' he stared straight into my eyes and watched them widen in confusion. Muffin? What the fuck? 'Don't call me that, my name's Emily' I narrowed my eyes and tried to keep my voice threatening but he sensed the insecurity behind it. 'Okay Muffin' he smirked his lips twitching every now and then. I huffed and shoved at his chest which caused no movement in him whatsoever. Was the guy made of brick or something? His hand suddenly moved from my side and I instantly bought my hands up protecting my head. It was a natural force of habit thing I did living with Trevor. I closed my eyes and waited for the blow but nothing came. 'Emily?' Jake moved my arms away from my face and looked at me with concern etched into his eyes. Oh god, what have I just done?

    Two years later, because of one horrible incident, Hailey has to move in with the Walkers. What she didn't expect was to see Alex at her new school, in her class. But this time, the tabled have turned. Hailey is the quiet girl while Alex is the player. Whoever said that senior year is an unforgettable year was definitely right.

    Like a trained possession, weak against their control.She has been conditioned with our blood for years. She just doesn’t know it yet...But Midnight Mayhem was the stained glass that concealed a very dark culture.A culture that she is about to become the center of.The Brothers of Kiznitch come in fours, and they’re not happy about me being hustled into their acts.Or are we? Careful, Little Bird. A warning is a warning for a reason…Mind-tricks.Stunts.Deceit.Power.But there’s something uglier that has been haunting me for years upon years. So ugly that I have never seen its face. I never had to. I’d hear his whispers through my internal screams, feel his shadow brush against my nightmares. He was my the monster that tormented me.And maybe lived under your bed…When I started Midnight Mayhem, his presence faded.His whispers were silenced.His shadow dissolving without a trace.I wondered why that was. She didn’t have to wonder for long…

    "Make me fall for you." "What?" I stared at him, dumbfounded by how close he was to me. Fall in love with me? Was he for real? I squirmed farther into the wall, against my locker. He smirked. "You heard me. I'm giving you one year, Zoe. That's it. After that, if I don't fall for you, then your brother's secret is out." With that, he took his hands back, smiled at me, and whirled his gorgeous body to class. Vince, the high school's bad boy, just ordered me to make him fall in love with me. This better be good. *** Zoe Harvick is the girl next door. Hidden from secrets which shape her life, her only goal is to pass high school with flying colors. She wants nothing to do with Vince or with his bewildering complications. Vince Mascars is a bad boy. His devious attitude earned him the title "Beast". With a dark past and a murderous future, his only goal is blood tasting revenge. He wants to use Zoe Harvick as his pawn, and plays the game with her, to get the vengeance he always wanted. What happens when Vince asks Zoe to make him fall in love with her? Love, Beast and a bit of beauty makes... Zoe And The Beast