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Intense Pleasure

Intense Pleasure

She had to leave. Summer Calhoun, the woman the world knew as Summer Bartlett, was smart enough to know that this phase of her life was over. And though she wasn’t normally one to run, or to give up, even she couldn’t ignore the fact that she simply couldn’t do this anymore. Teeth clenched, battling tears and anger, Summer threw an armload of dresses into one of the suitcases lying open on the bed. Jamming the material into the leather bag, uncaring of the wrinkles and years of careful packing habits, she added more, pushing the frothy, girly material from the sides of the bag and stuffing them in before zipping the back with short, jerky movements. She promised herself she wasn’t going to cry. Tears didn’t help. They had never helped in the past and they damned sure wouldn’t help now. Nothing would help but getting away and running from the pain. Like serrated blades, the memories of the past few days sliced into her, tore at her. God, how naïve she had been. Four years with the CIA, two with various other agencies, and two more risking her ass in the private sector should have killed any naiveté she might have possessed long ago. Hell, she was certain it had done just that. And how very wrong she’d been. So wrong that for eight years she’d believed an enemy was a friend, and that insults were just a brasher attitude than those Summer was used to in the South. And because she’d let herself be fooled, she’d just spent three of the most hellish days of her life, two of them attending the funeral and burial of the very woman whose deceit and black heart had nearly destroyed far too many people Summer loved. Easing to the padded bench at the bottom of the bed and propping her face in her hands as she rested her elbows on her knees, she tried to tell herself it was the price of ignorance. Of not seeing the true nature of the woman she’d known most of her life. The woman Summer had killed. The funeral had been somber, saddening, and subtly beautiful. Cascades of flowers, over a hundred friends and family mourning. Tears and heartrending testimonials for a woman no one had known for a traitor and a murderer. Summer had remained tearless through the viewings she’d been forced to attend. She’d watched, listened, and taken her turn at the gleaming cherrywood casket where she stared into the pretty, silent features of the woman she’d been forced to kill. A woman who had hated her, whose jealousy and greed had destroyed so many over the years. Summer had remained just as silent during the burial, her head lowered, so much anger burning inside her that keeping it hidden was next to impossible. However, she had no other choice. Because she’d killed the woman they were laying to rest. Because it was her bullet, not an enemy’s, that had slammed into Gia Barrett’s black heart. And God forbid that the world should learn about the woman’s crimes, crimes that would shame her way too influential family. Questions would be asked if Summer and the man Gia had turned her weapon on hadn’t been there for the partner the world believed was so kind and warm of spirit. Money talked, and the Barrett family had plenty of it. Enough to ensure that the world would never know the true reason their daughter was dead. She could have refused to be there, Summer knew. She could have found a quiet place to nurse the wounds gouged inside her heart if it weren’t for the man Gia was trying to murder when she was killed, and the man he called his brother. Esteban Falcone, known as “Falcon,” was the wild, Spanish bad boy whose pale blue eyes could burn with laughter and fun or turn icy with danger or disapproval. The partner whom both Summer and Gia had fought alongside for two years. Playful, sometimes dramatic, always protective and loyal. So protective, he’d had Summer dragged from the chapel seconds before security arrived to find Gia’s body sprawled on the floor and Falcon holding the weapon that had killed her. His half brother, John Raeg, had arrived with security. The half brother was nothing like his sibling. Older by only a few weeks, harder, colder, he’d handled everything and ensured the truth was buried so deep it never saw the light of day. The truth that for eight years Gia had betrayed all of them. Friends and family alike. Even more, she’d betrayed the friend Summer had sworn to protect years ago. A vow that had been broken when she’d failed to keep Gia and those she was helping from nearly destroying Alyssa’s life.
The Billionaire Doctor's Runaway Patient

The Billionaire Doctor's Runaway Patient

Hope worked eighty-hour weeks on Wall Street, enduring daily humiliation from her boss just to be her mother's golden ticket out of poverty. But when a severe kidney infection left her bleeding and collapsing in the middle of a boardroom presentation, her boss didn't call an ambulance. He slammed his hand on the table, publicly accused her of popping pills like a junkie, and threw her out of the building. Dragging her agonizing, feverish body back home, Hope desperately needed a mother's comfort. Instead, the moment her mother heard she had lost her six-figure job, the woman's face contorted with pure rage. She didn't care that Hope's kidneys were failing; she grabbed a heavy glass ashtray and hurled it directly at Hope's head. "You threw away a six-figure job? You threw away our ticket out of this dump?!" The glass shattered against the wall, slicing Hope's bare leg open. For twenty-nine years, Hope had sacrificed her health, her dignity, and her sanity to be the perfect daughter. She didn't understand why her life was only worth the paycheck she brought home, or why her own mother would rather see her dead than unemployed. Looking at the blood dripping down her calf, the guilt that had chained her for a lifetime suddenly vanished. She pulled out her phone and hit send on a brutally honest resignation email to her toxic boss. Then, she opened a text from the intimidating, billionaire doctor who had treated her at the clinic—the only man who had ever told her she was a fighter. She packed her bags and walked out the door. This time, she was going to live for herself.
MINE TO LOVE

MINE TO LOVE

I look at her and assess her, I know right now she thinks she might as well get fired with only a short time after her employment here. She doesn't even know the effect she has on me. She doesn't realise or know how weak I get when I am closer to her. She is so consumed by fear. She is going to be mine nomatter what, she is MINE TO LOVE. Emily doesn't know what she has walked into when she accepts to be a PA to a CEO who she hasn't seen his face. Shock and fear consumes her as she later faces her weird nemesis, who she is always bumping into, but now he is the one who holds her fate of weather or not she will stay or get fired on her new job that she desperately needs to keep. Damon Kruger is a multi-billionaire and always gets what he wants. He's been used by many women now and has lost interest in wanting to settle down with any woman. Now he faces a tough decision, a woman he loves who is also his new Personal Assistance the one person he can never be involved with due to work ethics. Read and see how our hero turns around the life of our innocent virgin when he takes over her world. Warning: This obsessed hero doesn't delay or reserve his feelings for the one who drives him crazy, his over the top and I was more than happy to let him dominate. Find out what happens to the sexy blonde girl when this alpha takes over her world. Hope you got aircons cause things are about to get steamy. Edited with the edition of chapter 1 from the new Completed book CONTORTED. Hope you'll love it! Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author's imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.
The Curse Of The Vanderbilt Name

The Curse Of The Vanderbilt Name

I’m Willow Hayes, a girl from the Appalachians, chosen by the wealthy Vanderbilt family for my unique "life blessing." They wanted me to marry their dying son, Ethan, hoping I could save him and secure their lineage. I bore him twins—a boy and a girl. Ethan miraculously began to heal. But then, his supposed first love, Clara Beaumont, fed him vicious lies, claiming I'd ruined her life. Consumed by vengeance, Ethan brutally ripped my newborns from me right in the delivery room, before I even heard their first cries. He sneered my "blessing" was a curse, then abandoned me to bleed to death, faking a tragic childbirth accident. My entire Appalachian community was slandered, their homes and pride lost, all because of his baseless rage. How could the man I saved, the future father of my children, turn into such a monster based solely on a jealous woman's lies? How could a family that sought my gift allow such horrific cruelty to befall me and my people? The searing injustice of having my babies torn from me, combined with my agonizing death, burned a hole in my soul. But now, I’m back. Reborn. The Vanderbilts are knocking again, their matriarch’s sharp eyes desperate for my "blessing" to save Ethan. They think they can use me as a pawn a second time, but they have no idea what's coming. This time, I'm not here for their salvation; I'm here for a twisted justice only I can deliver, one that will make them wish I had never returned.
His Cruelty, Her Comeback

His Cruelty, Her Comeback

My husband, Bennet, was my hero. Three years ago, his stalker, Gianna, crippled my drawing hand, ending my career as an architect. Bennet promised me justice, locking her away in a remote cabin to suffer for her crime. On our fifth wedding anniversary, I went to the county office to update my records. The clerk looked at me with pity. "Ma'am, our records show you were divorced three years ago. Your ex-husband, Bennet Crosby, remarried on the same day." The name she read next shattered my world: Gianna Skinner. The punishment was a lie. Their prison was a lover's paradise. For three years, he lived a double life, celebrating our anniversary with his other wife. He brought her into our home as a maid, claiming it was for my "healing." He even shoved me to the ground in public to save her from a staged fall. The final betrayal came when Gianna framed me, convincing Bennet I had hired men to assault her. He dragged me to a dark room, not even recognizing me through a mask. He believed I was a stranger who had hurt his real wife. "Anyone who lays a hand on my wife," he snarled, "will feel a thousand times the pain." He personally whipped me ninety-nine times. The man who swore to protect me became my torturer, all while believing he was defending the woman he truly loved. He left me for dead, ordering his men to finish the job. But I escaped. Bleeding and broken, I fled the country with a new identity, my heart set on one thing: entering the Paris architecture competition and taking back the life he tried to destroy. He thought he had clipped my wings, but he only taught me how to fly from the ashes.
Incest, a love against the grain

Incest, a love against the grain

They love each other, without really wanting to, because each beat of their hearts follows an inverted rhythm. He advances, she retreats. Their story, a dance in reverse time, seems doomed to a dead end. And yet, with each separation, something invisible holds them, inexorably, towards a destiny that they refuse to admit. It is a race against the wind, a love that is born in the breath of regrets, where the future and the past collide. While Raphaëlla, Hanna's mother, went to treat herself to a new marriage, little Hanna with the ravishing eyes was lucky to access a supreme standard of living. A new world that destiny had given her. But life being full of mysteries, she fell under the charm of her new father's son. Her brother by marriage named Ulrich Espoir. Ulrich, a rather handsome and elegant young man, also could not resist his sister's gray eyes and let himself be carried away by a true LOVE. It was a voluptuousness, but terrible and sublime when he threw himself into an empty, distraught gaze and hugged himself tightly when he saw himself suspended over an abyss. Ulrich did not weaken. Strong in his pain since he had enough LOVE when the world wanted to come between the supreme love he felt for his sister. Their story should have remained a simple chance encounter, a distant memory in a world where destiny does not linger. But each memory they stole from each other takes them back, where mistakes accumulate and excuses fade away. Time seems to be against them, always pushing back their chance to be together. They cling to broken dreams, fragments of a future that never saw the light of day. And yet, in every way, they know that it is this impossible love that defines them, even if it goes AGAINST everything they have learned to want. In a world where every moment is calculated, timing is their worst enemy. Hanna and Ulrich have found each other, but always with a beat too many or too few. They are two pieces of a puzzle whose contours never quite match. For every smile exchanged, a silence heavy with meaning. For every promise made, an involuntary betrayal. They love each other, but in a constant shift, as if the universe itself had decided that their love could never truly blossom in the present.