This bundle includes all four books in the Marked Series and three never before seen outtakes. Discover all over again why so many are head over panties in love with Talan. Bonus: Cox's Sh*t List. Lance Kisses Ass. Simon Has A Question To Ask.
Marking Her (Marked #1 Series) Talan Cox wants to mark Maya--with more than his ink. The owner of a prominent tattoo shop, he's used to being hit on by easy women. Though "easy" is not a word associated with Maya when she comes in to support her friend. Flirtation ensues, but what will it take to break the painted man?
Marking Him (Marked #2 Series) The day Maya Owens walked into his tattoo shop, everything Talan knew changed. After officially starting a relationship, he is now having trouble managing Maya--a woman who consumes every part of his being and owns his heart. His need to control her and everything around her drives Maya insane, but he has good reason. After all, Janice is still lurking around and she has a vendetta against his Bitty.
Scars (#2.5 Marked Series) Abandoned. Thrown away. Invisible. Every single one of those could be used to describe me. They can tell you my story--my sad past--without a single syllable passing through my lips. I hate them--those who lied to me. They claimed to love me, but in reality they used me when convenient. My parents. Sister. And now Talan. Loving them has left me empty.
Marked (Marked #3 Series) "With everything I am. I'll always be by your side." It was his truth. A vow Talan made to the woman who owned him. Because that is what Maya did to him; she held his entire life in her hands. He lived for her smile...her happiness, and now someone has dimmed that light in her eyes with their malice. How does a man so completely in love with his female react to seeing her in a hospital bed and broken? He fights. Goes against all logic and seeks vengeance.
Elena M. Reyes was born and raised in Miami Florida. She is the epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she would. As a small child, she was always intrigued with all forms of art—whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she could get her hands on. Her first taste of writing came to her during her fifth grade year when her class was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E. Program and write an essay on what they’d learned. Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with hours of pleasure. It wasn't until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst to write overtook her world. She now resides in Central Florida with her husband and son, spending all her down time letting her creativity flow and letting her characters grow.
“I could break you.” My lips hovered over hers while I spoke. Beads of sweat ran down my forehead and down my cheek. Bitty licked the sweaty skin and moaned at my taste. “You’re so small compared to me. So delicate. It’s the biggest motherfucking turn on.”
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Simon Has A Question To Ask.
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How do I dominate and enamor the woman who’s in charge of signing my paycheck?
That’s the one question, Joshua Timbers, has been asking himself since he first stepped foot into his own personal Hell. JT, or Yoshi—as his tormentor likes to call him—has lived a life of hardship and loss since an early age. Being the product of a single parent home, he’s accustomed to hard work and lonely nights.
Seeing the strong man that raised him suffer after the loss of his mother made JT’s own heart harden. All that mattered was seeking instant gratification to curve his enormous appetite.
Until the blessed day he met his fallen angel, Janelle.
Beautiful, and with balls bigger than her entire crew, Janelle is accustomed to the leering looks of men, even though she’s their boss—the owner of Walker Constructions, alongside her brother.
Her beauty is untouchable to everyone, but how far will Joshua go to bend his hellion to his will and make her his?
you asked a member of any church today, they’d say it was nightmarish—a dark
and gloomy place filled with horrific images and boughs of endless pain. A
place where demons roamed freely, feeding off the dregs of the deceased.
part of humanity that lost its moral compass: the common sinner.
pour souls sinned in order to achieve greatness; sold their very essence to
attain the vanity-filled dreams everyone covets:
at the end they’d find themselves with nothing but eternal pain.
there were those we called our loved ones. Targeted, they lost the small morsel
of their souls that made them good. It made them an easy target.
the very least, that was what the religious people of the world claimed. Wanted
us to believe.
of those descriptions meant shit to me. Religion never mattered much. Not when
you’d lost so much and witnessed firsthand just what losing faith did to a
wasn’t most people.
had chosen to believe the words drilled into their minds from an early age, but
I knew better. Hell wasn’t somewhere dark where the eternal flames glowed and
the sinners were condemned to—to pay for the unforgivable deeds of their past
life. Acts that were unforgivable in the eyes of the church.
my reality, though, that was a blatant lie.
was here, surrounding us day in and day out. We paid for our sins in life, not
death. One way or another, karma would collect those that wronged another. No
one, no matter who the fuck they were, could escape this bitch named life.
was that no matter how much I looked at my current situation, I was at a loss.
What the fuck had I done to deserve her?
hell—the one that tortured me while both awake and asleep—wasn’t dark or
terrifying. It wasn’t painful in the general sense. Well, that was unless you
counted the pain my cock had suffered to be life threatening. I guess it could
be considered cruel; she loved to torture me when I couldn’t react or make her
are here to work, not fuck me. My pussy’s not on your daily task sheet!”
never been so hard…so fucking swollen, as I’d been in her presence. Twitching
and pulsating against the zipper of my Levi’s, I hurt, and she refused to right
the wrong she’d created.
don’t fuck my employees…not even the promising outline of your big cock will
see, my personal hell was all wrapped up in a lustful package. A body created
by God himself, made for the sole purpose of fucking up my quiet and ordinary
life. This woman brought me down to my knees—demanded that I pay on a daily
basis for the lustful thoughts and impulses she, herself, caused.
about making sure all the drywall on this floor is up; drilling me isn’t on the
agenda and never will be.”
I would gladly repent daily, on my knees at her temple, if she would just give
in to me.
version of hell was a woman. A cock tease.
woman whose inner and outer beauty surpassed the normal standard society had
deemed appropriate. Janelle was a temptress, my personal mistress.
me incapable of both speech and function at times when all I wanted to do was
make her mine. One day Janelle would break me, of that there was no doubt.
Problem was that in pushing me past my breaking point, she was losing her power
over me and becoming my target. My prey.
that day came, I would take her without mercy. With no remorse because by then
she would be as consumed in her need for me as I was for her.
woman, angel, or my personal demon, has had my dick hard, leaking and begging
for her attention since she first entered my life all those glorious months
ago. Now, it was her turn to be miserable.
feel an eighth of the demands my body made whenever she entered a room. I would
make her beg me. Come from a mere look.
would cry out for me one day, and only then would I gift her my cock.
time was up.
was coming for her.
About the Author:
Elena M. Reyes was born and raised in Miami Florida. She is the
epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she
As a small child, she was always intrigued with all forms of
art—whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she
could get her hands on. Her first taste of writing came to her during her fifth
grade year when her class was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E.
Program and write an essay on what they’d learned.
Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with
hours of pleasure. It wasn't until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst
to write overtook her world. She now resides in Central Florida with her
husband and son, spending all her down time letting her creativity flow and
letting her characters grow.
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Cox's Sh*t List.
Lance Kisses Ass.
Simon Has A Question To Ask.
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This erotic novella contains a lot of sex. And I do mean a lot. This is probably the most sex I've ever put into any of my books.
Enough so, that my own husband blushed while reading certain scenes. If you are not into strong alphas that are dominating, have a dirty mouth, and use said dirty mouth to lick and suck sweet concoctions off his girl’s body, than it isn't for you. 18+ only.
Sergeant Casey John Risley: amputee, war Veteran, recovering alcoholic.
Jealousy consumes him. Bitterness leaves him pushing everyone he loves away.
Casey watched as his best friend found the other half of his soul in a strong young woman and until that moment he hadn’t realized how much he craved that same completion.
Having demons constantly lurking in the back of his mind, he doesn’t think he’ll get the salvation the right woman’s arms can give him. He’s so desperate for it, he nearly blows his chance with the only woman to draw him in.
Thrown out like trash…
Evelyn Paige Moore: dancer, shy introvert, high school dropout.
Abandoned at an early age by a mother who couldn’t care less about her, Evelyn finds an escape in ballet. With no formal training, and a love for the art, she knows what she wants to be. Circumstances prove she has to settle instead for the pole. Finding her long lost sister and her son, she thinks she’s finally found a semblance of happiness, only she still feels empty.
When a tough soldier shows a deep interest in her she fights the immediate attraction she feels, only he has nothing to lose, and everything to gain by claiming her.
Two broken pieces…
A misunderstanding nearly tears them apart before they truly get to have their own happily ever after. If Ev let’s go of the pain of abandonment, will Case open up to her? Or will they be stuck in the past forever?
If you don't know by now that I write insta-love well this is your warning. There's love, there's heartbreak, there's a little bit of graphic violence told in a flashback. This is a safe read, no cheating. LOTS OF INSTA-LOVE!