El Frijolito Salto'n

She was a package and he was the devil. And the devil always deliver.  Hired to deliver a package within a week, he was up to the task but he never expected unforeseen circumstances to delay his efficiency in his work. Vowed to live up to his reputation, he was ready to go through anything to see that he delivers but what would happen when he started getting close to the package? Or the fact that he started going beyond his belief wondering what would become of her when he let's her out of his sight? This was wrong, he is El Diablo, he has no heart, no emotion. He doesn't feel, he is not compassionate. What he does is accept jobs, deliver and gets paid and if you cross him? He doesn't hesitate to put a bullet straight to the head.  His name is feared all around, he is neat, he is never crossed, even his employers fear him. Parents tell his story to scare children and the ground shake at the very mention of his name. He is El Diablo and no one challenges him, no one except her that kept defying his orders.

I somehow became the "dream girl" of a cold, dangerous villain straight outta a novel. Well—technically, it was my mini burritos that did the damage. Hot, cheap, and hit like a hug. The year his whole world crashed, Rory Roth showed up scrawny and wrecked, clutching three crumpled bucks. "Can I get one mini burrito?" I stood there with a spatula in hand, staring at the kid who'd one day become some criminal mastermind genius. But right now? No threat, no swagger—just a shivering kid with wary eyes. "I'm not tryna scam you. If it's not enough, I'll wash dishes, mop floors, help with customers—whatever. Once I make up the rest, c-could you make me a mini burrito then?" That's when it hit me. This so-called villain... was just a starving, beat-down kid.

I sell burritos in a horror game. All the ghosts would come to my place and buy a tasty burrito after they got off work. That was until one day, my ex-husband, who was obsessed with abusing me, joined the game as a player. He brought a group of people to my store and trashed the place. They ruined all the ingredients I had. When the Bosses finished their overtime and saw their pre-ordered burritos on the ground in pieces, their eyes became dark, and they were immediately infuriated. The Patchwork Monster was so angry that the stitches on its body were beginning to break. It started ripping the players apart. The Eight-Armed Maiden’s hair fanned out and pierced many players. The Wedding Dress Maiden suddenly became a giant and started eating the players one by one. The Bosses were willing to work overtime and maintain the operations of the dungeons overnight just so that they could have a burrito. That night, all the players were sleeping when they were forced to join a horror game.

Opposites attract in this sexy South Beach new adult romance From the moment party planner Adam Beller locks eyes with sexy Cuban-American builder Javier Marisco at a Miami Beach Publix, sparks fly. Though they come from different worlds, neither can resist the immediate, magnetic pull between them. Over stargazer lilies and passionate lovemaking, Adam and Javier fall hard and fast. But their relationship is soon tested by the shadows hanging over Javier's life - his traditional Latin background that makes him fearful of living as an out gay man, family tensions, and the shady business dealings of Adam's biggest client. To build a future together, carefree Adam must learn to knuckle down and fight for what matters most, while reserved Javier must find the courage to step fully into the light. Watching these opposites attract, grow, and find their way will keep you breathlessly turning pages. Funny, sexy, heartfelt and engaging, Mi Amor follows Adam and Javier on an emotional rollercoaster ride from South Beach to New Jersey and back again, as they learn to balance their differences, face their fears, and commit to a life together. If you love a steamy yet substantial m/m romance, pick up this satisfying standalone novel from Neil S. Plakcy.

She is a well-accomplished woman, one who has received the greatest respect among her friends, family, and colleagues. She almost has everything, the only regret she had was getting a one-night stand with someone named Juan. He is an average man who's contented with anything he has. A playful man where "commitment" is not in his vocabulary. His proudest decision was running away from the mistake he made one hot night in room 4201. This is a story about a faithful encounter between two people with completely opposite personalities. Watch how our Theressa Cruz catch our cunning Juanjo Manolo --- WARNING: This is story not suitable for children. The story will include appropriate words and scenes not recommended for kids. You have been warned. Thank you!

Sarian’s life has never been easy, but stripping to keep her sister safe and the bills down was a small price to pay — until Don Julio Rossini walked into the club where she dances. The ruthless mafia lord isn’t just there for a show; he’s hunting her father, who stole something precious from him. Betrayed by a childhood friend and with no escape, Sarian is into Don Julio’s dangerous world, where power is currency, fidelity is fragile, and desire is a must. When Sarian fails to deliver her father, Don Julio offers her a deal, her body in exchange for her family’s safety. But as she fights to reclaim her freedom, she discovers a darker side Don Julio has adversaries who want her just as important as he does but there is something different, Don Julio is in love with her. Trapped in a deadly game of control and temptation, Sarian must decide — submit to Don Julio ’s demands or outsmart him before he consumes her fully.