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Sexy Behind The Mask

Sexy Behind The Mask

She hides behind ugly suits and fake names. He's done trusting women. When they meet in a masked sex club, neither realizes they've been fighting each other across boardroom tables for eighteen months. At Taylor Industries, she's Joy Smith-the frumpy CFO who drowns her curves in shapeless polyester and wearing a wig. At home, she's the forgotten wife of a cheating lawyer who hasn't touched her in so long she's starting to wonder if she's broken. When she finds hot pink lace panties stuffed in her couch cushions...definitely not hers, it's not heartbreak she feels. It's freedom. Grayson Taylor doesn't do relationships anymore. Not after walking in on his actress fiancée with another woman. Now he channels everything into hostile takeovers and board meetings, especially the ones where his overcautious CFO fights him on every goddamn acquisition. Joy Smith is brilliant, infuriating, and funny when he pushes all her buttons. But Honey is tired of being invisible. Tired of never having felt real pleasure. So, when her best friend gives her the details of The Velvet Room-Manhattan's most exclusive masked club-she promises herself just one night. One night to find out if her husband's right, if she really is frigid, or if she's just never been touched by the right hands. She doesn't expect the masked stranger who claims her the second she walks in. Doesn't expect the chemistry that ignites between them, the way he makes her body sing, or the orgasms that leave her shaking. Doesn't expect him to hand her an email address with one command: "Only me. No one else touches you."
His Unwanted Wife Is A Genius Designer

His Unwanted Wife Is A Genius Designer

For six years, I played the perfect, submissive wife to Wall Street titan Francis Castro. I suffocated my own ambitions to fit into his conservative world. But while I waited alone at a Michelin restaurant, a news alert popped up. My husband had just dropped millions on an aquamarine diamond necklace for his "muse," Chanelle. The real nightmare began when I rushed home to find our five-year-old son in severe anaphylactic shock. I frantically called Francis from the ambulance, but he manually rejected my calls. He couldn't leave the bidding war for Chanelle's PR launch. When he finally arrived at the ER, Chanelle was right beside him, wearing that blinding multi-million-dollar necklace. He didn't ask about our dying son. "Why weren't you watching him?" he demanded, his voice hard and accusing. And when my son woke up, hazy from the drugs, he rejected my touch and reached for Chanelle instead. Francis just stood there, praising Chanelle for knowing exactly how to calm him down. I stared at the three of them looking like a perfect, happy family. Six years of swallowing my pride, only to realize my husband would let our son choke to death just to buy another woman's smile. The last thread of my heart snapped. I handed him the divorce papers, demanding zero alimony. Then, I drove to a hidden Brooklyn loft, cut off my hair, and unlocked my safe. It was time to resurrect my true identity—the legendary fashion designer, Ember.J. I am going to burn her empire to the ground.
The Billionaire's Plus sized redemption

The Billionaire's Plus sized redemption

Olivia Bennett once believed she'd found a love that saw all of her. Seven years later, she escapes that marriage with nothing but a suitcase and a body that flinches at raised voices. Taken in by her oldest friends, she's given one reckless, anonymous night to remember who she used to be - a night spent in the arms of a stranger at a jazz lounge who never asks for her last name. She never expects to see him again. Then she walks into Kingsley Tower for a job interview, and the stranger from that night is the billionaire CEO on the other side of the desk. Ethan Kingsley built an empire out of his father's failing company and buried his heart somewhere in the process - determined never to become the kind of man who controls a woman, like the father he watched destroy his mother. He didn't plan on hiring the woman who gave him the only honest night he's had in years. He didn't plan on falling for her either. But Olivia isn't the only one watching her rise. Chloe Whitmore has spent five years convinced the CEO's future belongs to her, and she will not lose it to a woman she considers beneath her. Damian Carter, the husband Olivia fled, refuses to accept that she survived without him - and when he discovers exactly where she landed, survival becomes a war. Between corporate sabotage, public humiliation, and a man determined to prove that healthy love exists, Olivia must decide whether she's willing to be seen again - not as a victim, not as a secretary, but as the woman she was always strong enough to become. She didn't get her power back by becoming smaller. She got it back by refusing to.