"You saw how quickly I got into your laptop, sweetcheeks. Imagine how quickly I could get into your panties." • • • You think you know it all? Think again. We go back in time. Back to all the things you missed. Back before it all happened. Back before a boy became a man, and before man recognized his genius. Nothing is hidden anymore... - Ceynius knows ALL your secrets. And you're about to learn his.

Growing up with Shane and Matt - the Lavery twins next door, Holly can't seem to get rid of them. With her dad always gone, Holly has always been forced to stay with them - having to put up with the constant teasing, bugging, bear kidnapping and name-calling. All her life. However, as years go by, Holly gets older....and so do Shane and Matt. Not being little kids anymore, Holly still has to put up with the two - but now it's even worse. Why?! Because now that Matt and Shane are older, hotter, and well....(somewhat) mature , she finds herself in a bit of a mess. A certain mess she NEVER thought she'd ever have to be in with the Lavery Twins. romance/teenfiction. - drummstixx

Fleck was never going to be the gorgeous, tall blonde that everyone wanted to date. It was her lot in life to be a little over 5 feet tall and curvy, almost to the extreme. Most days that didn't bother her, in her 25 years she had become comfortable with her body and knowing herself. She didn't lack for friends, even if they weren't attracted to her they were certainly attracted to her father's money and connections. Took a few mistakes to figure out how to read those that were actual true friends and those that were like "crabs in a bucket" and were cut off fast. Of course what was before Grayden came into the picture. He was new to the city and her father's company as a security consultant, her father had told her it was just routine but when he assigned Grayden as her own personal bodyguard she starts to wonder if there is something more going on. Grayden has warned her he is strictly there to do a job so the attraction she feels for him, she should ignore. Of course he didn't feel it back, the ones that she wanted never did, or did he... as he watches her a little to closely, holds her a little more tightly than he needs to as he protects her from harm.

"I could tutor you, but I don't think you'd be able to concentrate." • • • When Cassandra Berry gets offered a shitload of money and a place at any college of her choice, just to con a man and getting pregnant with a said man, the answer seems pretty straight forward; Yes. - But Harry Xavier Devon is no mere fool. With two millennium prizes on his back and renowned around the world as the next Newton within mathematics, Harry easily sees through his brother's ploy to have a woman seduce him and get her pregnant when he himself can't have children. His brother in desperate need of an heir for his business empire, but Harry has no intentions of playing the scapegoat. Flipping the play against his brother, he pays Cassandra double the money to continue lying to his brother that they *are* having sex. He thinks he's gotten his revenge when it suddenly appears he's gotten more than he bargained for. Cassandra is no shy woman, or as previously thought, just a money-grabbing whore. Stuck in the same house together for a whole summer could prove to teach the mathematician that some things can *never* be calculated... - Especially when dealing with a (horny) woman.

"What would you like me to play; The violin or your pussy?" • • • He lived on the street. They called him a tramp. He slept with trash and found his meals in the garbage. Nobody knew who he was. Melody knew the moment she met him, something about him was off. Something about him was missing. Impassive and unpredictable, he always lurked around, his hulking figure a wandering question mark on the streets of New York. But give him a violin and watch him play...

"Come to sit on my lap again?" • • • It's that time of the year again, and people are all waiting for Santa to come by with their presents. Hazel is living a humdrum life in her small hometown, doing nothing in particular when a certain Santa Claus asks her if she wants to sit on his lap. Brown eyes, chocolate hair and abs carved like stone, Nick is nothing like the traditional Santa you know, yet he still straps on the beard and red suit. In town for just the season, Hazel slowly discovers there's more to Nick Saint than what meets the eye. Peeling back one layer at a time (like a Christmas present) she uncovers what truly lies beneath that red suit of his and finds herself in shock at the result. As the saying goes... Santa smirks because he knows where all the naughty girls live... And he was smirking at Hazel.

[MATURE CONTENT] "He can't make your body feel the way I can," he breathed, proving his point with a simple flick of his finger as I almost came right then and there. I forced myself to say, "I love him." "No, you don't," he said, easily. "And even if you were with him, you wouldn't be able to go a day without my touch." "You're wrong." He rammed his finger up into me. I was forced to hold onto him to keep steady, my chest heaving against his as I desperately tried to control myself. Those dark eyes stared into my own with amusement, eyebrow cocking as if asking, 'you sure about that?' His lips brushed mine, and I had to resist the temptation to push mine into his. Then they were at my ear, warm and hot and a reminder to the excruciating pleasure he could make me feel with just his mouth. "Now let's show that lover boy of yours just what it sounds like to make you come undone."

"I could nibble at your nose... or at your ear... or at your lips... or..." • • • It's December, and Jack Frost has just come to town. Literally. Summer is one of those people who hates winter. Not just because she was named after the opposite season, but because she hated the cold with a burning passion. But when a stunning man with silver hair, frosty blue eyes and a jovial charm walks into her coffee shop, ordering an iced caramel macchiato with extra ice, she suddenly finds it hard to hate the cold. Especially when (despite his constant cold hands) he always seems to burn her with his touch. Something seems off about him, and Summer is not mistaken. Jack Frost is known for bringing on the cold, but Summer is about to learn that he sure as hell knows how to turn on the heat, too.