Book One: Rebecca is young and innocent when Noah Jones moved in next door. Wise and worldly, he never would have thought he would be drawn to such a shy, fumbling girl. However, from the moment that he failed to rescue Rebecca's welcome pie, he couldn't put her out of his mind. But there was no way that he could introduce her to what most would consider a depraved lifestyle. On the same note, he couldn't keep himself away from her. Rebecca is wildly attracted to Noah, more so than she had been to anyone before. He makes her feel things that, even at 19, she couldn't understand. But she wanted to find out with him. But what would people think about a young woman such as herself getting caught up in all Noah's luscious debauchery? And should she care? It only got worse when her strict, uptight parents started pushing her into the arms of the one man in town that almost made her physically sick. Keith is not the kind of man that Rebecca wanted to be tied to, much less be alone with. However, when Rebecca's secret love for Noah comes out in the open. She is forced away from everything and everyone that she knew. Book Two: Molly Harper has always been considered a wild child. Not that she was ever really crazy. But she could be called rash at times. This was a quality that has gotten her into a few scrapes. Thankfully, she has always had someone she could rely on to help her out. Even if he does grumble about her irresponsibility. But during her summer vacation from college, she has finally gotten the chance to get out from underneath the watchful eye of her unwarranted protector, Scott Monroe. In the romantic, beautiful city of Paris, no less. But when her rash, passionate decisions landed her right in Scott's lap, she knew her life was changing forever. Scott was not looking to work with his father's company any longer than he had to. Just long enough to show him that he was able to make what his father called "adult decisions". His dream was to open a club in the heart of Denver and be his boss, business owner. To do that, he needed his father's help and money. But when Molly is kneeling in front of him, looking up at him with those sexy, defiant eyes, he would forget his plans every time. Molly is determined to not let Scott ruin another fun and exciting adventure. Until she realizes that Scott is exactly the person she needs to show her this new lifestyle that she has found. Scott just wanted to keep her safe until he could find someone to take care of her. If there was someone that lived up to his standards, that is.
I remember the day Mr. Jones moved in next door like it was yesterday.
It was an extremely hot July day with nothing going on. The moving van was the most exciting thing that I had seen come down our street all summer. I stood at the window and watched the movers pull box after box into the blue two-story clapboard house next door.
Excitedly, and just as a welcome-to-the-neighborhood gift, I decided to bake a pie and take it over to our brand-new neighbors.
I can remember that day so clearly that even thinking back now, I can feel the breeze in my long blond hair that I had parted into braids due to how hot it was. The braids had loosened and grown messy during my cooking, but I paid them no mind. I was just too excited to meet the new neighbors to even care what I was looking like.
Balancing the pan filled with hot sticky pie on a flimsy oven mitt, I eagerly knocked on the door, fidgeting back and forth with excitement.
The door creaked open, revealing a large man that practically filled the doorway with his size, or maybe that was how I felt looking at him. From the look of him, despite his age, he definitely was not a man to be messed with. However, there was a gentleness in his warm, sweet, chocolate-brown eyes as he looked down at me, and they caused my heart to beat a bit faster.
"Why, hello, sweetheart," he greeted me, his lips turning up slowly in a welcoming grin.
His jet-black hair sat in messy waves around his head, making him look much younger and boyish than I knew he had to be. But it didn't make me want to run my hands through them any less.
"Hi!" I chimed excitedly. "I'm Rebecca Delaney. I live right next door to you!"
"Hello, Miss Rebecca. I'm Noah Jones. I live right here," he said with a wink.
A faint blush stole over my cheeks as those warm eyes slide down my body taking in my purple spaghetti strap shirt and bright green shorts that I had thrown on to combat the August heat. The glint in his eyes made my heart flip a little and my stomach tighten into knots.
"What can I do for you, honey?" he asked, reminding me softly that I was there for a reason.
"Oh!" I exclaimed with embarrassment. "I made this!"
All but shoving the pie into his hands, I forgot for a moment about the oven mitt underneath it to keep my hands from touching the burning hot metal.
"OW!" I cried, jerking my hand back.
Mr. Jones was left to grab the hot plate. Letting out one of the vilest curses that I had heard in my life, he fumbled with it for a moment before letting the pan drop to the ground. The pie landed upside down on his front steps, destroyed and oozing red cherry syrup everywhere. Mr. Jones cradled his burned had slightly cursing and glaring at the mess on his front step.
Embarrassed and with a throbbing hand, I stumbled back as the tears gathered in my eyes. I am such an idiot! I thought angrily. I cupped my injured hand to my chest and got ready to run off back to my house and hid under my blankets.
"Stop... right there, young lady," Mr. Jones demanded in a deep voice that clearly said no arguments.
My feet halted on the sidewalk then refused to go any further.
"Get back here, girl," he demanded.
Once again, of their own accord, my feet took me back to my spot on his steps. The look on his face made my stomach twist in knots as he held his hand out for mine.
"I'm sorry that I dropped your pie," I whispered quietly, shamefully.
"You hurt your hand, didn't you?" He asked while he ignored my apology.
I hid my hands behind my back, not wanting him to see the burn, though I didn't understand why.
"Answer me, young lady. I don't like to ask twice," Mr. Jones growled.
I felt my stomach clench again anxiously, and I slowly pulled my hand from behind my back. Right over the tips of my fingers sat bright, red burn. This injury wasn't too bad. Having been burned several times before, I knew what bad was. But I could not seem to bring myself to tell Mr. Jones that he didn't need to bother with my injury. The look in his brown eyes was no longer sweet and inviting; they were hard and unwavering, keeping me silent.
He held out one big hand that I knew would easily dwarf my smaller one. Hesitantly, I laid my hand in his allowing him to inspect the damage. He looked at the fingers for a moment before turning my hand over, making sure not to miss a single wound.
"Come inside. I have a first aid kit in the kitchen," he told me.
Shocked, I tried to jerk my hand back, but he wouldn't let it go. He pinned me with his no-nonsense gaze again.
"Oh!" I breathed out in response. "It's okay. I-"
"Young lady, what did I just say?" he grumbled.
"I... Ummm," I stuttered out, shrinking back a bit at Mr. Jones's firm tone.
Swallowing the bit of anxiety that clogged my throat, I tried to speak again. However, the words that spilled out hadn't been the ones I was thinking of.
"You said to follow you inside," I replied meekly.
"Good girl," he praised.
He gave me a smile that melted the anxiety away and made me happy to have kept my protest to myself.
Stepping out of my way, he waved me inside. Slowly, I stepped inside and walked down the long hallway towards the bar in the back of his house. I'd been in this place several times when the Kensey's had owned it. However, with Mr. Jones living in it, the house took on a different vibe. More... intense, stark, overbearing, yet there was a sense of underlining comfort. A small part of me still wanted to run away and hide underneath my blankets with my stuff penguin, Leroy. Yet another part of me wanted to stand still and soak up everything I could until it completely consumed me.
Neither desire I understood. Instead, I slowly walked to the bar and waited for Mr. Jones. He swept around the counter and opened a box sitting on the counter, grabbing out a small white container with big red letters on it. He reached out for my hand with a silent expecting look.
"Oh! I can handle this part!" I insisted.
Frowning at me, Mr. Jones said nothing and just waited until I complied. Once more, I laid my hand in his and watched as he looked over each individual red mark that was already beginning to fade.
I smiled happily, excited that he could see I was not hurt too badly. But, when I looked up proudly, Mr. Jones still had a frown on his face. With his other hand, he began to touch each tiny scar I had. There wasn't a lot, but his finger found every one of them, and his frown grew darker each time.
"Are you just learning to cook, hon?" he asked gently despite the look on his face.
"No, Sir," I answered. "I've been cooking since I was six."
He touched the most recent scar, a rather nasty one on my forearm; a grease burn.
"I'm very accident-prone," I told him with a giggle.
After one painful and humiliating night, Mia was left wondering if Master Reed was just a figure that she dreamed up when she secretly discovered the world of BDSM. Until she collided with him in the conference room at her office building and found out just how real he actually was and he's made it very clear that he is going to be her Master. Reed bought "Bean Me" with the intention of claiming Mia as his submissive. A dream he'd had ever since the night he had picked her up off the sidewalk at his club "The Dungeon" three years earlier. Before that dream can come true, it is threatened when his manipulating ex-wife comes back into the picture with every intention of staying there. She brings a few nasty surprises as well that will leave Mia and Reed reeling and wondering if there is anyway their fragile budding relationship. 18+ Adults only Explicit Scenes, BDSM Bound To Me Series Contains Four books, You Are Mine, You Are Ours, Because I Want To, and They Are Mine.
Ten years ago, Mara's older brother disappeared just outside of their hometown. With no clues, everyone believed that he'd just run off. But Mara knew better. She vowed to continue the search. Despite being called crazy, she believed the local legend about a portal to another world. The Old Oak Archway. Now, after all these years, Mara has found a way through. What she didn't expect was to find on the other side was her brother living happily with the Golden Draygons. Suddenly, Mara is claimed by the King and the portal is closed. She is stuck on a planet filled with dragons and thrust into a struggle for power everywhere she turns. But, Tohr is determined to win her hand and her heart to keep her with him. Mara quickly learns that when a Draygon makes up his mind, he will stop at nothing to make it happen. Adults Only, Explicit Scenes, Extreme Violence, Hot Dragon Shifters The Book of Mara is created by Leann Lane, an E-Global Creative Publishing Signed Author.
Life was a bed of roses for Debra, the daughter of Alpha. That was until she had a one-night stand with Caleb. She was sure he was her mate as determined by Moon Goddess. But this hateful man refused to accept her. Weeks passed before Debra discovered that she was pregnant. Her pregnancy brought shame to her and everyone she loved. Not only was she driven out, but her father was also hunted down by usurpers. Fortunately, she survived with the help of the mysterious Thorn Edge Pack. Five years passed and Debra didn't hear anything from Caleb. One day, their paths crossed again. They were both on the same mission—carrying out secret investigations in the dangerous Roz Town for the safety and posterity of their respective packs. Caleb was still cold toward her. But as time went on, he fell head over heels in love with her. He tried to make up for abandoning her, but Debra wasn't having any of it. She was hell-bent on hiding her daughter from him and also making a clean break. What did the future hold for the two as they journeyed in Roz Town? What kind of secrets would they find? Would Caleb win Debra's heart and get to know his lovely daughter? Find out!
Married for four years, Emily remained childless. A hospital diagnosis plunged her life into hell. Unable to conceive? But her husband was rarely home during these four years, so how could she get pregnant? Emily and her billionaire husband were in a contractual marriage; she had hoped to win his love through effort. However, when her husband appeared with a pregnant woman, she despaired. After being kicked out, homeless Emily was taken in by a mysterious billionaire. Who was he? How did he know Emily? More importantly, Emily was pregnant.
Loraine was a dutiful wife to Marco since they got married three years ago. However, he treated her like trash. Nothing she did softened his heart. One day, Loraine got fed up with it all. She asked him for a divorce and left him to enjoy with his mistress. The elites looked at her like she was deranged. "Are you out of your mind? Why are you so willing to divorce him?" "It's because I need to return home to get a billion-dollar fortune. Besides, I don't love him anymore," Loraine replied with a smile. They all laughed at her. Some believed that the divorce affected her mentally. It wasn't until the next day that they realized she wasn't fibbing. A woman was suddenly declared the world's youngest female billionaire. It turned out to be Loraine! Marco was shocked to the bone. When he met his ex-wife again, she was a changed person. A group of handsome young men surrounded her. She was smiling at them all. The sight made Marco's heart ache severely. Putting his pride aside, he tried to win her back. "Hello, love. I see that you are a billionaire now. You shouldn't be with suckers who just want your money. How about you come back to me? I'm a billionaire too. Together, we can build a strong empire. What do you say?" Loraine squinted at her ex-husband with her lips curled in disgust.
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
Renea was trying the wedding dress, when suddenly the man rushed in the dressing room and held her neck tightly... “Bitch! Are you still trying to pretend innocent!” Jasper said as he tightened his grip on her neck and choked her harder. Then he used his other hand and took out the phone from his suit pocket and played the video of two people having sex in front of Renea… However, what was even more shocking, was that the woman in the video was, Renea Morris, however, the man in the video was not Jasper. Renea struggled to take a phone away from Jasper’s hand and tried to explain, “Jasper, it was not what you think… I… I can…” Jasper looked at Renea with his eyes full of disgust, as he said, “Let’s call of the wedding. I can’t marry a woman like you.” After saying that Jasper walked out of the shop Renea chase after Jasper... But then she sees Jasper passionately kissing her sister Kailey. And she hears everything, that her sleeping with strange men was all a plan of the vipers of the last two days, and that their goal was to get out of this stupid marriage. Even her adopted parents were also involved in this matter... They all do this with her because of the inheritance left by her grandfather... Renea heart was filled with anger and she wanted to expose their true colors to the public... However before she could do anything, Kailey had pushed her in front of the car and she got killed... However, when Renea open her eyes, she found herself sitting in the car with Kailey... She realized that she was reborn and went at the time when everything started... Renea looked at the people who had hurt her in her previous life and her lips curled up in a cold smile... She was back... However, this time... she was back for revenge...
It was a big day for Camilla. She looked forward to marrying her handsome groom. Unfortunately, he abandoned her at the altar. He never showed up throughout the wedding. She was made a laughingstock in front of all the guests. In a fit of rage, she went and slept with a strange man on her wedding night. It was supposed to be a one-night stand. To her dismay, the man refused to let her be. He pestered her like she had stolen his heart on that night. Camilla didn't know what to do. Should she give him a chance? Or just stay away from men?