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We were on the front lines in that world, the mafia world. There was nothing soft or glamorous about it. Who you were before no longer mattered. Names didn't exist. I joined anyway. I had no other choice because they took my sister. Join. Find her. Try and make it out alive. Then he won me in a poker game. I hated him instantly, thinking he was like my other bosses before him. He wasn't. He was worse. He wasn't just cold. He was dead inside. It didn't matter that he was gorgeous. He was the most lethal thing I'd ever met. He was also the only person who could keep me alive, if he didn't kill me himself.

Nate Monson was gorgeous, obnoxiously wealthy, and a player. He was also the person who could destroy my world with a single decision. I walked into that bar looking for him. He saw me. I saw him. The chemistry sizzled between us, but no. I hated Nate Monson. I hated him with everything in me, even though my body did not. It didnΓÇÖt matter. Nothing I wanted mattered. He thought I wanted to get laid.What I wanted was for him to disappear. But first, I had to tell him that he had a daughter. ** Nate is an enemies-to-lovers 97k standalone.

He walked into school on his first day and owned it.I guess that''s what happens when you''re a prick, rich, and you''re best friends with the ruling school''sking.Also didn''t hurt he''s drop dead gorgeous.That''s all fine.I mean, I have nothing to do with them.I''m a loner, invisible, and that''s how I wanted it to be.I was even proud of it, until I wasn''t.Until I saw a girl kneel before him.Until I couldn''t look away.Until he caught me watching.His name is Blaise Devroe. My name is Aspen Monson.He only knew how to get, command, and demand attention. I knew how to do everything but that.And this is our story.

New school. New friendships. New life.Not so much.Alexandra is pissed about her parents abandoning her. She's beyond pissed that her friends did the same. She's enraged because things are unclear about her brother's death now. So her first stop is at Jesse's house to demand answers. She wants to know why her brother was friends with the criminal crowd before he died and she knows he holds the answers. But when she sees him, she doesn't get the answers she expected. Instead, she finds out that their chemistry never faded and soon heats up again!Some habits die hard. Soon Jesse and Alex are back to their ways of sneaking around. He's a near-celebrity at school and she doesn't want to deal with the backlash of being his girlfriend. Alex is tired of being hurt so she's learned the lesson not to confide and lean on others. However, she can't seem to help herself when it comes to Jesse Hunt. The big question isn't if she will survive if their relationship goes public, it's if she will survive when the real truths about her family and brother come out? Or when she learns that Jesse knows more than what he's told her?

Alexandra's older brother died the night he graduated. That day changed everything for her. No longer was she the party girl. No longer did she care about being popular and no longer was her family the happy unit she always thought existed. The only person who could help her heal is the same person who loved her brother as much as she did, his best friend. She only hopes to keep her entire heart from breaking when Jesse will move on, and she knows he will. After Ethan died, Jesse excelled at basketball, partying, and girls. He used it all to turn his emotions off, but the irony was that Alex was the only person who could do that for him. She helped him forget, but she was the one person he shouldn't be with because the secrets he knows could shatter everything. They could shatter her.This is part one, so expect a cliffhanger for an ending.

There were always whispers about my roommate at Hillcrest Academy. The wealthiest of the wealthy sent their kids to our boarding school, and Brooke Bennett had been at the top, though I never quite knew why. She was fun and outgoing, but she kept quiet about her family. The only things she showed me were photographs of her brothers. I became fascinated with her second-oldest brother. Kai Bennett. He was the most of them all. Smoldering. Hypnotic. Alluring.Kai had eyes that pulled me in and a face that haunted my dreams. Then I met him. He came to our school with their father, and that's when I learned what kind of family Brooke came from. They were mafia, and Brooke's oldest brother was dead. Her father said accident, but Brooke said murder. Three months later, her father died, and Kai became the head of the Bennett Family. Brooke left Hillcrest for good, and that was the last time I saw her. Fourteen years later, I'm staring at her face on the television. Brooke is missing. Two days later, Kai Bennett kidnaps me.

Being crew is walking between two worlds. One world is normal: Prom. Parties. College. Those are the concerns they worry about. In our world, we deal with other situations. Cops. Drugs. Brawling. That's a typical day for us. But what if it wasn't? What if there came a day when you stopped? When you considered letting your enemies win? When you didn't fight back? When you chose a different path? First I lost my family. Then I got the Wolf Crew. I couldn't lose them too. But what happens when Cross, Zellman, and Jordan keep going…...and I don't? Crew Princess is the second book in the Crew Series.

I have loved Channing Monroe all my life.In first grade, he asked for my Trapper Keeper. I hit him in the head with it. Third grade, we were best friends. We kissed in seventh grade. Eighth grade, he turned into a bad boy and the rest was a tumultuous storm.Growing up, the problem was never love for us. Bad times. Good times. There were times when I felt our love in every inch of my body, vibrating, making me feel like it could bring me back to life.The problem was us.The problem is that we're from two different worlds now. Fallen Crest and its millionaires for me. Roussou and their criminals for him. I was thriving in mine and he was running his.But…But there were nights I felt we couldn't be further apart than we were, and there were nights I felt we shared the same heartbeat.When was it time? When was it time to either sacrifice, make a change, or walk away from the boy I grew up with?

I crawled into Ryan Jensen’s bed that first night by accident.I barely knew him. I thought it was his sister’s bed—her room. It took seconds to realize my error, and I should've left...I didn’t.I didn’t jump out.I didn’t get embarrassed.I relaxed.And that night, in that moment, it was the only thing I craved.I asked to stay. He let me, and I slept.The truth? I never wanted to leave his bed. If I could've stayed forever, I would have.He became my sanctuary.Because—four hours earlier—my twin sister killed herself.