Jaimie Roberts

From an early age, I was bullied and abused. Forced in to submission. Forced to be a victim. Until one fateful day just before my sixteenth birthday when I finally cracked. With the snap of a finger, I was a changed girl. No longer timid. No longer frightened. Instead, I armed myself with the knowledge of their secrets. All who had bullied me. All who had abused me. I am no longer their victim. The timid little plaything they can pick up whenever they damn well please. Now I am vengeance. I am the eye of the storm. Nothing and no one can stand in my way. And if anyone dare try ... Be prepared to pay in blood. WARNING: This book contains explicit, taboo, dark and twisted scenes.

I'm a CREEP

Kim Young

Most fairy tales end with a happily ever after. This is not a fairy tale. He is not her Prince Charming about to whisk her away into the sunset. This is a story about betrayal, lust, desire and, ultimately, revenge... And revenge can only lead to one thing. TYLER He was my stranger, my visitor, my shadow in the corner of my room. He stalked me, watched me, knew everything about me. But all I could do was sit and wait. I waited for him to visit me night after night. He was becoming my addiction, my craving, my obsession. He knew every inch of me, but I knew nothing about him. His calls himself Lotus and, as crazy as it sounds, I think I'm falling in love. DEAN I wanted to take her, possess her, dominate her, and ruin her. I wanted to ravish her, please her, and consume her until I couldn't take much more of her. She will want me to kiss her. She will want me to hold her all night so that she feels a connection with me. I would make it so that she would seek me out in the dark. The one that satisfies her ultimate fantasy. A stranger who sneaks into her room. Someone who gives her the ultimate pleasure, but also seeks to give her ultimate pain. Pain she has never had to endure. Pain that will eat away at her until there is nothing left. She was my nemesis, I was her lotus. And payback was a bitch.

Deviant

I had the perfect school, the perfect friends-the perfect life ... At least, that's what I thought. But you changed all that. You are always there ... Always watching ... Always waiting in the shadows. You send me flowers and messages. You stalk me, trace my every movement... Until that one day, in a silly game of Seven Minutes in Heaven, when I finally get to feel you-have a taste of you ... It left me wanting more. One catastrophic day, my wish is granted. Just past my eighteenth birthday, tragedy strikes and I watch my family die before my eyes. You are there. You rescue me. You choose my life over my older sister's, and I hate you for that. I hate you for taking me and imprisoning me. You say it's for my sake, but I know it's for your own. You make me see that my life could be much worse without you in it... You make me see true darkness. It is in that darkness you make me desperate for your presence, your touch, your caress. You make me need you... You make it impossible for me to live without you... And then, eventually... You make me fall in love with you. Secrets will always wound the ones twisted within their web of lies... But the ones I'm tangled in ... are deadly. WARNING: Although this book (overall) is not a dark read, one chapter is an exception, and contains the following triggers: childhood sexual/emotional abuse with some intensity in one particular scene.

Scars

On my fourteenth birthday, I was promised to a very wealthy man... A domineering man. A powerful man. On that day, the first of two transactions were made with my very unloving parents. I became his possession. Something to own. Something to keep. An object intended only for his desire, his pleasure, and his ... indulgence. Although promised to this man, I at least remained safe ... untouched ... pure. I was to be his and his alone. On my eighteenth birthday, the second transaction took place. I escaped... But he came for me. Now, I'm his. He owns my body and my soul. And, as if all of that wasn't enough, he wants to own my heart too. I'm trying to resist him-trying to fight that irresistible monster inside of him. But, as with everything else in my life, nothing is ever that easy.

Possession

I'm not a good person. In fact, I'm a real bitch. If the opportunity arises, I will take your husband, give him the best sex he's ever had, and laugh behind your back once I'm done with him. I do not put on airs and graces. I just take what I want whenever I want it. I am the abused who has become the abuser. I live for power because all power had been stripped from me for years. Now that I have it back, I feed off of it like it's my primary sustenance, and I don't care who I hurt in the process. Every woman hates me, but do you know what? I don't give a shit. You won't like me. I'm not here to be liked. You want to know my story? I won't stop you from observing. Just know that once I'm done with you, no shower-no matter how scalding-will ever get me out from under your skin. Warning: If you're looking for pink, fluffy clouds, rainbows, and HEA's, then this book is not for you. These pages contain flashback scenes of child abuse in all forms (physical, sexual, and emotional) as well as BDSM and other taboo themes. Love does not live in this book. Only dark, twisted, and sick obsessions thrive here. You. Have. Been. Warned!

Siren

I'm obsessed with a man I can't have. For over a year, I have not only worked with Jake, but I have lived with him too. Why can't I have him? He's getting married to my mother. When she suddenly decides to move out of the house, the tension between Jake and I reaches a fever pitch. Feelings which had been bottled up for so long are now bursting to get out. I can no longer hide the overwhelming emotions that flow through me. Unfortunately, neither can a serial killer on the loose dubbed "The Blonde Killer." I am his obsession. And Jake, the senior detective in charge of the Major Investigations Unit, is responsible for catching the murderer. I'm scared, but I know Jake will do everything in his power to protect me. I feel things can't get any worse. Until they do.

Take a Breath

Daughter, covet not thy mother's husband. Isn't that a saying? I know it isn't, but in my case it really should be. Because, in my case, I didn't just walk up to the line, I crossed so far over it that I can no longer recall how I got there in the first place.What line did I soar over? The line leading up to him.Owen Montgomery: Rich ... powerful ... fucking amazing in bed.Oh, and he's married to my mother.I didn't seek this out as a way of life, but once I had my first taste of it-and him-handed to me on a glistening silver platter, I felt I owed it to myself to enjoy every delicacy offered to me while I could.I suppose I should have known that my guilty pleasures couldn't possibly last forever, and when our relationship took a decidedly nasty turn, I was left feeling utterly dejected. Guided by my resentment, I threw caution to the wind and allowed myself to fall into the arms of another man. Not just any man. The man in question is none other than Ethan-Owen's absentee son.After Owen left me so bitter, I realized that Ethan represented the ultimate escape ... and I must admit, revenge.Why not? He's gorgeous, charming, and witty to boot.As an added bonus, he's single.But ... Owen has other ideas. He has decided that no other man can have me but him. I am his ... and he will stop at nothing to keep it that way.

Forbidden Desires

How could anyone move on from a betrayal so devastating, it cut down to the bone and rooted itself deep within? You could never forgive such heartache... Or could you?From the moment Tyler was six, she fell in love with that cocky eight-year-old boy with the black spiky hair, captivating blues eyes, and scruffy uniform. From the moment he punched a boy for hurting her, Tyler knew there was no going back. They were always meant to be together...Always.Then everything changed. The stage was set like a tragic Shakespearean play, and Tyler's and Dean's world-as they knew it-had ended.Or had it?TylerMy name was Jessica now. I faked my own death, changed my identity, and moved thousands of miles across the ocean just to escape the one man I would never get out of my heart. I had a four-year-old son I adored more than anything in the world. On one fateful, horrific night, the life I knew disappeared in the blink of an eye. I left people behind. People I cared about. People I would never forget. People I loved.But had I truly moved on?No one said leaving behind the one man you had loved since you were six would be easy. I lived life day-to-day. I even met a man and tried to settle down. Evan was a man any woman would desire. So why could I not love him the way he obviously loved me? Why couldn't I move past the dark-haired, blue-eyed boy who consumed my every thought? I may have left him, but he had never truly left me.I could never love another man. Dean made sure of that the day he breezed into my life. I was only half a woman now. I had been broken and bruised by the one man I thought I could always love and trust. How could I let go of something like that? I suppose I just had to. I was just getting by with each day that passed. I was coping. I was managing, and that was keeping me from falling apart.But then disaster struck again. And it was on that day...Everything changed.DeanYou can't hide forever, Tyler. I will always be hunting you, always be searching, and will never give up. If there was ever one certainty in your life, it was that. You slipped through my fingers, not once but twice. You took my heart with you when you left me that day. No amount of alcohol, women, or punching bags would block you from my mind. You couldn't be dead. I wouldn't allow you to be dead. You're out there somewhere. I must congratulate you that you had evaded me for this long. You always were a smart girl. How could I not have fallen in love with you? You did escape me this time, but I will find you, Tyler. I promise you that. And when that day comes...I will finally make you MINE.

Deviant, #2

Redemption

I used sex to help me forget. To help me numb the pain. Because for those few minutes of pleasure, I could shut it all off. The reminders of all that I had lost. All that I had endured. Of all that I saw die before my eyes. I slept with a man I can't get out of my head. It was supposed to be a one-time thing with no attachments and no commitments. No names were exchanged, no phone numbers swapped. And that was fine by me... until I lay awake at night, dreaming about that man's caress. Wanting and yearning to feel his touch once more. But one day, my fantasies of seeing this man become an all-too-consuming, nightmarish reality. Suddenly, he is in my house, that cocky grin of his silently promising more to come. And the reason being? His father is getting married to my mother. We are going to be family. I am in the seven circles of hell. His look alone consumes my soul and makes me beg for more. He wants me and is determined to get me. I'm his obsession, and I've just become a slave to his infatuation... to the games he likes to play. The games he knows will have me surrendering to his will. But that's not the only problem. That's not the only reason I am living in my own personal hell. The year before I met my soon-to-be step-brother, Hunter... The year I made a decision that will ultimately end up destroying my very soul... I lost my virginity to Hunter's dad. Warning: Contains scenes of emotional and physical abuse. Readers with sensitivity to such subjects are advised to proceed with caution.

A Step Two Close

I never believed in fate. Destiny was something magical, something written in the stars. I was a world away from having that kind of excitement in my life. I was alone, praying for a baby, that little miracle I could hold in my arms. My husband fought me at every turn, but I knew I would break him down one day. It was just a matter of time. In the end, fate took the shape of my best friend and her husband, who were desperate for a baby. Desperate for that miracle, that hope, that joy in their lives. I wanted to give that to them. I wanted them to have the family they were striving for. With my help, they would finally have everything they ever wanted. On the day I found out their little miracle was coming, fate intervened again. It would turn my world upside down, shattering my life into a million pieces. It was on that day I realised things were about to become really complicated.

A Surrogate Love Affair

After the devastating loss of her parents and subsequent depression, Olivia Brown decided a move from her parent's family home in Cambridge to a house in London would give her the fresh start she so sorely needed. Living off her inheritance, Olivia didn't need to work, but she knew she needed something to make her feel like life was worth living. Painting was her one true love, but that wasn't enough. So she started a part-time job in a bar, and the rest of the time she spent at a local soup kitchen, feeding the homeless. In the mornings, she bought hot beverages for her homeless friends, but there was one who never asked. This man, having the most facial hair she'd ever seen, the most captivating eyes she'd ever stared at, remained aloof. He never said a word to anyone, and never once looked her way. However, all this did was make Olivia want to find out more about this mysterious man hiding behind a face full of hair. One perilous evening, her wish came true. On the way back from working at the bar, Olivia was attacked. She screamed for help, relieved when her cries are answered...but surprised when she saw who her rescuer was. It was the eyes. It was the hair. It was none other than the mysterious homeless man. That night, Olivia learned two things. One, his name was Kit, and two, Kit had skills... skills which didn't fit a man living on the streets. Day after day, Olivia slowly pushed the boundaries, coaxing out the man hiding behind the hair. Kit Chain wasn't only trained like men she watched in movies, he was also the most beautiful. Bit by bit, Olivia managed to break down his walls, revealing secrets that would change her life. Secrets that would put both of them in terrible danger. However, there was one thing about secrets... Everyone had them. WARNING: This is NOT a traditional love story. It contains disturbing subject matter, including themes of questionable consent for both male and female, as well as graphic sexual content. This is a work of fiction intended for a mature, 18+ audience only. The author neither endorses nor condones this type of behaviour.

Chained

Geoff Wolak

***Warning: Contains scenes of an adult nature, and a hero so mouth-watering, he will put you off chocolate*** What happens when the worlds of two tortured souls collide? Angelina Bradshaw has always believed that she does not need a man in her life. That's what she has been telling herself her entire adult life. She feels worlds apart from her family's dreams for her to meet a man, settle down, and have babies. She certainly can't be doing that because love just gets in the way. She has a 'go to' guy and that's enough for her. Living in rural Cornwall, she is bored and in desperate need of adventure, so when a family friend offers her a job in London, there's no hesitation. She expected adventure, she expected a new start, but what she didn't expect was to meet a man who would turn her life upside-down. Seth Jacobs is hot, sexy, and can't understand why Angelina doesn't want him. No one has ever said no to Seth Jacobs-in fact-they all fall at his feet. Seth pursues her relentlessly and Angelina fights him at every corner. He is the only man who has ever affected her, and the need to run from him is immense. However, Seth is not one to give up so easily. He soon finds himself on a mission, determined to win her heart. Unfortunately for Angelina, all is not well when her past and present collide after receiving some unwelcoming and frightening news from home. She feels desperate and alone, but most of all, she feels she has to push Seth away before it's too late. To make matters worse, a catastrophic secret from the past is revealed, threatening to destroy the one thing, Angelina finally holds dear to her heart.

Until I Met You

I don't use the term "bully" lightly. However, I have no qualms about using it when it comes to Max Cooper.Arrogant.Aggravating.Annoying.Those are just a few of the names I have for him that start with the letter A. I haven't gotten through the rest of the alphabet ... yet.From the moment I met Max three years ago, he was nothing but an arsehole. The only reason we put up with each other is because we share the same best friend.Then, everything suddenly changes when Max is involved in a horrific accident that sets him back three years. He remembers his friends, but here's the real kicker: He doesn't remember ... me. At first, I think it must be a cruel joke, but then I see how serious he is. Over time, I get to know the real Max Cooper. The one who can be sweet, funny, and kind. The one who shows me he's not such an arsehole after all. Then, the inevitable happens. I fall for him.Just as things between us begin to balance out, I lose my own equilibrium, and I don't know why.But, despite all of this, no one is prepared for the real terror that's about to unfold.

Amnesia

Take it Deep

Roses are red, violets are blue. You've sent me to Hell. Now you must join me, too. Obsession is a word that's followed me since the day I met her. I'm not too ashamed to admit it flows through my veins. I, of all people, realise how dangerous that can be. I may have escaped, but no matter how much I run, she's there, reminding me of what I did...what I miss. Even in death, she haunts me. If losing her wasn't enough, I constantly have to live with her inside my head during the day, in my dreams at night. She's punishing me. It's what she does best. Even gone, her claws sink deep into my skin. I thought it was over. I was wrong. It seems Scarlet's not quite done with me yet. Warning: There are scenes - as in the previous book, Siren - which may trigger those sensitive to sexual abuse.

My Valentine

At one time, I had truly believed that I'd experienced enough drama in my life. Clearly, I'd been wrong. It all began the night before I was due to start my final year of school-the night of my eighteenth birthday. Since I had been considered "missing" for three years, I had failed to finish off the last year of my education. This was why I needed to let loose a little. I was turning eighteen and was finally legal to drink, so, why not? The next morning, I would be going to school with a bunch of ladies three years younger than I was. Even if it was for no other reason, I felt this entitled me to have a little fun. The night started off well enough: Girl meets boy. Girl gets dared to buy boy drink and kiss him within fifteen minutes of receiving said drink. It sounds like it would have been plain and simple, right? Wrong. I had no idea that his kiss would be the kiss to end all kisses. One taste of him, and I was lost for the first time in all my eighteen years. But I wasn't meant to feel anything... Three years of living in Hell had taught me that. But, this man ... just ... awakened me. I went home that night feeling both alive and scared shitless at the same time. However, that wasn't the worst of it. The very next day at assembly in school, we were all introduced to our new headmaster... None other than the very same man who had-just the night before-locked lips with me in the most hypnotic, take-your-breath-away kiss I had ever had. Yeah, I am seriously screwed. He's a forbidden fruit that I long to taste again. No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to get that kiss out of my head. So badly, I want to escape him, his presence, his ... everything. It seems, however, that the universe has other ideas.

Headmaster

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be held hostage by an Italian stallion? My name is Clara, and I am part-owner of a brothel called "The Castle." My empire is my home which I've worked hard to build a life from. A future. But one day, the infamous Luca Belatoni stepped into my office and demanded that I pay him protection money. Of course, I refused. Of course, he wouldn't take no for an answer. Now he is in my castle-holding me hostage. Trying to control my mind in business and my body in bed. Neither of which I will allow. No matter how much his caramel eyes and Italian words of love puncture my hardened heart. So, being the hostage of an Italian stallion pretty much sucks. Because this man is a force to be reckoned with. And while I am not frightened for my life, I am definitely frightened for my heart.

You Will Be Mine

Luca

Jeremy (Jez) ScozzariAt the age of four, I was kidnapped by an enemy of my father, and as a result of that day, I have learned to fight. Since the age of eighteen, I've been known as Jez (One Punch) Scozzari because the full force of my fist is enough to take down my opponent with just one hit. With the help of my dad, I turned into a tatted up machine--built for speed, built for stamina ... in all senses of the word. I was prepared to fight, prepared for practically anything. But nothing had prepared me for the girl who had once stolen my heart to come catapulting back into my life again. One look from her when she turned up that day at college, and I was back to when I was ten-years-old. She was my first crush ... my first kiss. And now that she's back, there's no way I'm going to let her escape this time.Caitlin SummersWhen I was ten, I fell for a boy who stole my heart. He was sweet, kind, and gentle. He was my first kiss--the one who made a lasting impression. Then, at the age of thirteen, I had to move, leaving behind my heart which belonged to that sweet, kind, and gentle boy.Now, I'm back, hearing that the sweet boy I left behind has turned into this tattooed bad boy with a reputation for fighting ... and an equal reputation for sleeping around.I was determined not to let him in. Determined to put my walls up so high that not even the famous "One Punch" Scozzari could penetrate them. But then came my first day of college when I saw him for the very first time in almost six years. One look from him and my solid walls came down with an earth-shattering crash. Just that one look and he had me ... and he knew he had me.That was day one of Jeremy stalking me.I'm screwed.Please note: This book is a standalone. However, it is recommended to read Deviant and Redemption first as it contains characters who are in Scozzari.Warning: Contains scenes which readers may find upsetting. Please proceed with caution.

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