"Maybe it's time we stopped trying to stay away from each other," I said, surprising myself with my confidence. A tiny smirk of a smile skittered across his top lip, and before he could say anything in response, I stood on my tiptoes and crushed my lips to his. ****************************** Spock is a Vulcan, he abhors all emotional responses. Alex is completely different, and everything Spock doesn't want. She's crude, messy, unorganised and has a laugh like a drunken hyena. Spock dislikes her from the offset, but as they get closer together, can the two of them prove that opposites really do attract? Rated for swearing (SERIOUSLY I SWEAR A LOT IN MY WRITING BE W A R N Ed) and a few sexual situations (one of the chapters nearer the end is for 18+ only, you'll know when you get to it) ************************* A Slow-Burn Spock OC romance with oodles of sass and tension, read the first chapter and see what you think... Reveiws (from ff.net) 'This is so adorable, I genuinely had to stop reading a few times to fangirl. Please continue soon, this was amazing to read and I aspire to be as good a writer as you. Also everyone should read this, it's cracking.' 'I don't usually review but I feel this fanfic deserves it as it captures the characters amazingly, the writing is witty and spectacular, the story is awesome and I am always left wanting more, thank you for providing this fanfic, it's amazing. Also I look forward to more sass between Spock and Birchwood.'

Spinoff to "The Prime Minister and Her". **IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE FIRST BOOK, DO NOT READ ON FOR THERE WILL BE SPOILERS** * * * This is life after Cassie's death in the first book and how Carlton is coping with being a single father of a now three year old Dani. Is his life moving on or only going backwards? As hard as he tries, he cannot let go of his love, his wife...his Cassie. The only reason he stays on this earth and keeps his feet on the ground is his daughter. Everything is about her from now on. Time jumps will occur throughout this story.

Cara is the daughter of a wealthy noble in the Tapani sector. Upon receiving offers from eligible suitors, there is one too tempting not to accept. Faced with a lifetime of marriage to a man she barely knows and understands even less, she must strive to perform her duties and fulfill her role as a wife to one of the most powerful men in the galaxy.

Sherlock was never one to think about women, only his about job. What happens when a young journalist named Cassie Hansen moves into Baker Street and starts to prove to be a welcome thought into Sherlock's head? She's not like anyone he's ever met, so where will all of it lead? Story will follow the Sherlock series, just after a Study in Pink. Disclaimer: All Rights got to BBC

Cassie is a struggling writer in Chicago. She deems her life as pretty fulfilling, but the only thing she's missing, even though she claims she doesn't need it, is a man. That is, until she meets her new neighbor, Ben Carlton. Ben comes off as nice, sweet, and Cassie's dream guy. But what happens when he turns possessive? What secrets are hidden in Ben's closet? Will Cassie find out? And if she does, what will he do to her? QUITE A BIT OF SMUT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. NO COPYWRITE INTENDED. THIS IS AN ORIGINAL.

Cassie Hansen is one of the youngest assistants to the President of the United States. She's the best at her job and wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world, except by her leader's side. Unfortunately, that changes when she's transferred to the UK and her life turns into complete and utter hell. Benedict Carlton is one of the youngest Prime Minister's in history. He can have a mean streak, causing many of his assistants to quit. When his office hears of a young american that can take on almost anything and is the highest recommend for this kind of job, his life turns into complete and utter hell. WARNING: Does contain political talk and what-not, but nothing boring. If it is mentioned, just know it is not meant to offend anyone. It's just a romance story, not a political debate, so please do not take it that way. If it bothers you, then don't read it I guess cause I wouldn't know what else to tell ya.

Now, I've been hungover before. Arguably more than most. I've experienced the entire spectrum of complicated euphoria that comes with drinking until you can't stand. I've witnessed things that upon reflection, no sober human being could even begin to comprehend through the kaleidoscopic of lens of Dutch courage. There has been very little I couldn't chalk up to the consequences of my own actions while recovering from a particularly heavy night of partying. But as the stranger in front of me demanded for me to stop, his entire appearance morphed into something monstrous. And I can honestly say, that was a first for me. The air grew thin as I began to shake uncontrollably, a rotten cold sweat breaking out across my skin as my tongue simultaneously turned to ash in my mouth. His pupils had blown to an unearthly size, the whites of his eyes rapidly growing blood shot before flooding with thick, burgundy splotches, removing any trace of humanity. Dark veins of blues and purples bulged along his neck, darkening to a perturbing black as they crawled along his jawline and burst forth from his orifices, joining a tangled web beneath his skin. His canines which had already been relatively prominent, extended even further, their sudden evolution an inescapable indicator of their deadliness. His head morphed and elongated just past the point of natural, jaw clenching and sickening cracks looming as I stood frozen in stock horror fear. Everything in my body screamed that what I was witnessing was just wrong. That if there was a God, this creature was the antithesis. I was in the presence of the ultimate predator and I was one swipe away from having my throat ripped out. The man I'd only a few minutes earlier considered attractive, had become one of the vilest creatures I'd ever seen. Definitely not a crackhead. "Holy f*cking crap!" -------------------------------------------------------------------- British ex-military meets the supernatural.

[Rated R] WATTPAD FEATURED [Completed] READ THIS: Wattpad locks chapters if they feel they're too steamy, haha. So, to be sure you can access each chapter, you will have to follow me. Only my followers can access locked chapters. Daniella's best friend Tabitha finally convinces her to travel across the pond to London with her and away from her boring hum-drum life, even if just for a few weeks. There, she meets an extremely attractive and outgoing guy named Michael. Michael is beyond charming yet rather intimidating. He's also completely infatuated with Daniella. There's just one problem. Daniella is married and very much in love with her average Joe husband, Ted.

After Cassie finds out about Ben's dark secrets, what happens next? It's a year later in New York City, where things are going along very smoothly for the Carlton's. There isn't any talk of the past, only the future, and they can't wait to get things started in a normal life. But what happens when Ben's past starts slowly creeping into their lives, even more so than it did before? Well, he starts to go a little mad. He's even more protective of his wife and child and gets insanely jealous when she even looks at another man. Will this behavior tear them apart? Would he ever let Cassie leave? But more importantly, will Ben sink back into his old ways in order to keep his family away from the friendly neighbor across the hall, Tom Hiddleston? Stay tuned and read to find out ;)

----- In serious need of revision! ----- Wanna-be journalist Kate Santoro would do anything for the scoop. Anything. Including finding her way into an underground club exclusive to only those in the Genovese mafia and the beautiful women they employee. What could be more perfect? She would stick to the shadows, snap a few videos, and write the biggest story New York has ever seen, therein making her a legend! Easy as pie. Until she gets found. A series of blatant lies and lucky breaks later and she is mistaken to be one of the workers underneath. While many might be terrified of this predicament Kate couldn't be more excited. The freedom to roam the area and talk to the members of the infamous brotherhood will leave no rock unturned. All she has to do is keep her cover until the night is over and the workers go home. What a fantastic position she is in! There are just two problems. One being him. Alessio. The Don, the Godfather, the Capo di tutti capi (the boss of bosses) who has taken a keen interest in Kate. Even that is something she could probably handle for one night. Except problem number two. They don't leave. Not at the end of the night, the end of the week, or even the end of the month. Alessio's interest in Kate threatens to expose her, something she would surely die from. He knows she doesn't belong but it's not as though she could have just waltzed in, right? By the time Kate realizes that not even the greatest scoop is worth the price, she is in far too deep to call it quits now. ~~~Praise for When The Sun Goes Down~~~ Natasha427: "It was so captivating that I may or may not have spent the last several hours holed up in my room frantically scrolling down to read more. I LOVED IT!" uninteresting17: "You're my soulmate. I love just everything about your writing." Daisy_Blue: "Has anyone seen my heart? It seems to have been ripped out and tossed across the ocean." NaughtyPlease: "I am beyond obsessed with this piece of literature heaven!!!"