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The Devil Touched Me Gently

The Devil Touched Me Gently

Everything in Eli's life begins to unravel when he discovers a mysterious injured man with black wings hiding in his barn. The first indication that Amon isn't human is the fact that he's a fallen angel, an exile from heaven for a sin so horrific no one would dare name it. He is dangerous, powerful, and stunningly beautiful. Fear soon melts into fascination. While Eli tries to heal Amon, oddities start happening. His blood does not flow; light does, and he is dreaming of a world he has never seen. And when Amon looks at him, it is not simply recognition-rather it is almost a memory from another life. Nothing more frightening than truth could be. Eli is not just an ordinary man; he is nothing short of the First Sin reincarnate, a being made of taboos of forbidden love and divine rage and locked away because he almost destroyed the heavens. And now that power is waking inside him. Eli must choose between two lifetimes, two loves, and two sides of him: submitting to the growing darkness within or battling for humanity--for Amon. But the second guest from the past, Kael, enters the stage with a promise and a kiss, telling Eli a love story that could shatter heaven once again. In "The Devil Touched Me Gently," a dark, steamy fantasy MM romance, a love that defies fate clashes with angels who fall for all the wrong reasons, all powerfully at work with a soul that refuses to be forgotten.
Beyond Betrayal: Her Game Begins

Beyond Betrayal: Her Game Begins

The rain lashed against my office windows, a sudden storm mirroring the chaos that erupted when Dr. Chen' s call came, breathlessly telling me, "It's David." My husband, David, was in an accident, and when I arrived at the hospital, the world shattered-he was holding another woman's hand, looking at me with cold, polite confusion. "Can I help you?" he asked, as she, his executive assistant, Chloe, tightened her grip on his hand, a triumphant flicker in her eyes. He then scoffed when I told him I was his wife of ten years, declaring, "Chloe is my girlfriend," dismissing me as "crazy" when I listed our shared memories, our dog, our wedding. He even compared being married to me to being "a piece of sensible, well-designed, but ultimately unexciting furniture," a crushing blow that twisted every cherished moment of our life into a lie. Then, the final, undeniable proof came: a video of David and Chloe, intimate in our bed, sent by Chloe herself, a trophy of her victory, after he refused to help my ailing mother. The last ounce of love I had for David died, replaced by a cold, sharp resolve. I called Mark, David's estranged best friend and an investigative journalist, who had looked at me with aching worry in the wake of David's betrayal. I was Sarah Miller, celebrated architect, and David Thompson had just made the biggest mistake of his manipulative life. I was done being the victim. It was time to play his game.
His Quiet Escape

His Quiet Escape

My wife, Vicky, said she had a business trip. "It's important, Ethan," she' d said, not looking at me. That was her excuse for missing the music festival, the one I' d bought tickets for months ago. So I went alone. Then, on the main stage screen, there she was, smiling next to Dylan Hayes, her college ex. The interviewer asked about inspiration. "Sometimes you wish you could go back to a simpler time," Vicky cooed, her eyes on Dylan. "Like, three years ago, before I made certain life choices." Three years ago. That's when we got married. My stomach dropped. The beer tasted like poison. My own public declaration of divorce at an open mic that night spiraled into a media frenzy. Vicky, terrified of public backlash, hit back. Not at me, but at my sick younger brother, Liam. She threatened to cut off funding for his life-saving leukemia treatments unless I went along with her sanitized PR narrative: we'd "amicably separated," and she was simply "reconnecting" with her new business partner-Dylan. The injustice burned. To leverage my brother's health for her image? To see her ex-lover ensconced in her company, a reminder of her betrayal? I was trapped, but I wouldn't be broken. She wanted a new chapter without me? Fine. I would write one for me and Liam. That night, while she celebrated her carefully crafted facade, I packed our bags. I typed up a divorce petition, signed it, and left it on her pristine kitchen island. I found a new, fully-funded clinical trial for Liam across the country. My brother' s treatment, my escape. We were gone, leaving her to face the consequences of her choices.