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Fantasy Books for Women

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In My Next Life

In My Next Life

"Let's get engaged, Mr. Reynolds!" Hilda Moore blurted out, and the recklessly handsome, demi-god raised his brow. "You can't think of it, there's no time to think about it!" She quickly added, and the man's lips curl up. "What will be my benefit for being your acquaintance?" He asked, tucking his hand into his blazer suit pant pockets. "My Wealth! I know you don't need it, but having me as your partner in the business world is alone to remain top one forever!" She proposed boldly. "Okay then...." He replied, nodding casually. On hearing that, Hilda Moore couldn't be less happy, but her smile wearied off on hearing him adding, "But on one condition...." ****** Hilda Moore is a twenty-five years old heiress fighting brain tumor, but she believes she can get through it with her husband, Frank Cooper, and her step-sister, Amy Moore by her side. Not until she caught the two of them in bed together on the day she was supposed to go into surgery. The literal last straw is when the two she believes was all she got goes far as to murder her with no remorse. So, when Hilda Moore opens her eyes, and see that she has been given another chance to amend her mistakes, she is now determined to change her fate, But to do that, she must find someone to live in the kind of fate she once lived in. Hilda Moore set out to forge a better future for herself, and get her revenge by setting up her step-sister, and ex-husband to live in the cruel fate she lived in.
Rebirth: Mated to the Prince of Darkness

Rebirth: Mated to the Prince of Darkness

WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS SENSITIVE CONTENTS THAT READERS MAY FIND TRIGGERING AND OFFENSIVE, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. "JUMP." The voice sounded more fierce, full of anger and hate. She was startled, as she held on to her precious books and hugged them tightly. "Are you deaf? Jump!" "But...if I jump, I will die. I don't want to die." *************** Have you ever wished to be a part of your favorite movie? Or ever wished the characters of your favorite novel come to life? In the heart of Las Vegas, Leila Conner's perfect and idyllic life shatters after the death of her father giving birth to a bitter mother and a jealous and overbearing sister as they both make life extremely difficult for her. Leila finds peace and solace in novels as she escapes reality through them. As secrets unfold, a connection to the vampire author of her new favorite novel becomes the catalyst for Leila's rebirth as Thysia Green. Bound by destiny, Thysia navigates a fantasy world filled with vampires, witches, werewolves, and other mystical and magical creatures only found in novels. Tasked with saving her vampire mate, Xavier, Thysia faces treacherous challenges, dark forces, and the looming specter of sacrifice. Will Thysia conquer the shadows of her past, or will darkness consume her newfound existence in the Naphita Kingdom? Explore the depths of this enchanting and enthralling fantasy that unveils the power of rebirth and the enduring flame of love.
Second Chance, Deadly Trap

Second Chance, Deadly Trap

One moment, I was just Sarah, pulling weeds from my tomato patch under the hot Nebraska sun, living the quiet farm life I' d painstakingly built. The next, a chilling wave of memory, raw and horrifying, washed over me – memories of another life, a past I' d lived and died. And with that horrific clarity, I saw him again: Mark, my husband, the man who disappeared seven years ago, now limping up our driveway, playing the pathetic, broken-down prodigal son. My heart didn't leap; it solidified into a cold, hard stone, because I remembered everything he'd done in that other life. I remembered how we' d welcomed him in, how my in-laws had drained their life savings, how I'd sold my mother's last keepsakes, all out of love and misguided pity. I remembered how he' d squandered every penny on his secret city wife and her gambling debts, then, when the money ran out, tried to sell our farm out from under us. I remembered the barn burning, the livestock screaming, the loan sharks he brought to our door, leaving us with nothing but ashes, debt, and the bitter taste of his laughter as he drove away. None of us survived that first time. Now, he was back, with the same tattered clothes and the same practiced look of sorrow, mouthing the same fake emotions: "Sarah, I finally made it home." My blood ran cold with the memory of starving in the winter, of seeing my mother-in-law cry, of the life he had so casually incinerated. I would not let it happen again. This time, I would not be the same naive country wife; I would make sure he walked into a trap of his own making, a trap from which he would never escape.
No Love Left for Her

No Love Left for Her

The first gunshot was a flat, ugly pop. It wasn't like the movies. It just sounded wrong. I looked up from my SAT prep book, but my sister Sarah didn't even flinch. My heart hammered against my ribs. I knew this sound. I knew this exact moment. In my last life, this was when I grabbed Sarah, screaming for her to run. The second shot came, closer. I dragged her under the table, promising to protect her. The shooter found us anyway. I felt the searing pain in my shoulder. But my focus was on Sarah, bleeding from a bullet to her abdomen. I called my mother, Dr. Olivia Vance, the world-renowned neurosurgeon. "Liam? What is it? I' m busy," her voice was clipped. "Mom, it' s Sarah! She' s been shot! At the school library, there' s a shooter!" I yelled. "Don' t be ridiculous, Liam. Stop trying to get attention with these sick jokes. I' m on my way to the beach with Ethan." "It' s not a joke! Mom, please! She' s bleeding, she needs a doctor, she needs you!" But the line went dead. She had hung up on me. Sarah died in my arms, waiting for an ambulance that came too late. My family never forgave me. They looked through me, not at me. Olivia painted me as the monster. "He was jealous of her," she' d said. "He probably distracted her, kept her from hiding properly." They believed her. They always believed her. They ostracized me, the son who failed to save the perfect daughter. A few weeks later, my mother found me in the kitchen. Her eyes were hollow, dead. She held a syringe. "It should have been you," she whispered. "It' s all your fault." She plunged the needle into my neck. The world went dark. And then I woke up. I was back in the library, the SAT book open to the same page. Sarah was across from me, alive. The date on my phone confirmed it. It was the same day. Then came the pop. The first gunshot. This time, I looked at Sarah. I saw the daughter our parents adored. The girl who got everything while I got scraps. The centerpiece of the family that cast me out and left me to die. The memory of my mother' s dead eyes, the cold prick of the needle, flooded my senses. The choice was not a choice at all. It was survival. A second shot, closer this time. Sarah finally looked up, eyes wide. "Liam? What was that?" I didn' t answer. I didn't grab her hand. I didn't scream for her to hide. I stood, my chair scraping loudly. I turned my back on her. And I ran. I pushed through the heavy library doors just as the first real screams echoed down the hall. I didn' t look back. This time, I would not be the hero. This time, I would save myself.