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The Billionaire's Young Nanny
Romance Blurb:
"Rule number one, no harm comes to my daughter. Rule number two, don't you dare touch me." Austin's voice was cold, sharp as ice. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir." Alyssa stammered, nodding without daring to meet his gaze.
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At twenty-two, Alyssa Stewart had her whole life planned out; graduate from New York State University and head to LA to chase her dream of becoming an architect. But when her long-term boyfriend betrays her with her best friend and runs off with their savings, her future crumbles. Penniless and heartbroken, she crosses paths with Austin Hook.
A prominent attorney and grieving widower, Austin lost his wife in a tragic accident and now struggles to raise their young daughter alone. When his daughter's nanny quits unexpectedly, Alyssa, on impulse offers to help, just until he can find a replacement.
But what happens when his daughter, Keren, grows attached to Alyssa and starts wishing she could be her mom?
Can two broken souls find healing in each other, or will the ghosts of their past keep them apart?
Read this book to find out.
The Billionaire's Nanny
by Queenebunoluwa15
In Love With My Bully
Young Adult "You are in love with me, aren't you?" He whispered seductively into her ear.
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Elizabeth Bennett thought her life couldn't get any worse. Losing her twin in a hurricane had shattered her world, forcing her to move states and leave behind everything-friends, family, and a sense of identity.
At eighteen, she believed she had endured enough. But then she arrived at Hollands High... and caught the attention of the very person she was meant to avoid.
Patrick Diego was many things-charming, untouchable, dangerous. But to Elizabeth, he was something else entirely. Her bully.
The one who seemed determined to make her life miserable, never missing a chance to remind her that she didn't belong.
But what happens when she stumbles upon his soft side?
Will her feelings change the narrative between them, or will falling for him only lead to more heartbreak?
Rekindling Joel's Heart
Young Adult "Cecile..." The words felt heavy, and they added to the intensity of the atmosphere around them.
"Joel...?" Cecile's voice wavered as she stared at him, eyes brimming with unshed tears. How could she not have known? How could she have hoped for something more between them... more than friendship? How could she?
"I don't feel the same for you..." His words sliced through the air, like fiery knives piercing her already wounded heart.
"You...?" Cecile's breath hitched, and the tears she'd been holding back began to fall in large drops, blurring her vision.
"I'm sorry..." His words were thick with regret as he turned his gaze away from her, looking out at the vast sea before them, unable to face her pain.
"My heart only beats for her... for Jemmy..." Cecile's world came crashing down, the confession cutting deeper than the loss of her own sister ever had.
"I hate you!" She stood up abruptly, her anger and hurt driving her to run off, leaving Joel behind in the thickening silence.
Joel stood there, paralyzed, unable to follow her, the ghosts of the past haunting every inch of his being. Guilt overwhelmed him-he had never meant to hurt her, never meant to make her cry.
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Joel Maverick has always been haunted by the loss of his first love and the trauma of his past. Even when Cecile Grayson, a lady who loved and cared for him deeply, came into his life, he couldn't accept her love. Instead, he pushed her away, hurting her in the process.
Now, the question arises: Can Joel let go of the past? Can he heal and open his heart to someone else? Or will the memories of Jemmy and the weight of his troubled past keep him locked in an endless cycle of heartbreak and distrust?
Read this book to find out.
" Rekindling Joel's Heart " by Queenebunoluwa15
My Best Friend : He's the one I have
Romance Blurb;
“ Let's break up, Miranda. ” His words were likened to fiery knives, piercing through her already wounded heart.
“ No, Joseph. Please don't say this. I — ” Her words became cut up in her throat, seeing the look in his eyes. For a moment, she couldn't recognize the guy in front of her.
Where was her caring and compassionate best friend, who never ceased to dote endlessly on her?
“ Okay. ” She said, swallowing the lump in her throat.
She didn't miss the relief in his eyes. “ Goodbye, Miranda. ” He stared at her one more time, taking several steps backwards until he was out of her sight.
Miranda broke down in tears when he was out of her sight, she found it completely difficult to believe what had just happened. “ When did we get here? ” she wondered as the pain in her heart intensified.
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Miranda and Joseph had been best friends since forever until Joseph fell in love with the Queen Bee. Their relationship deteriorated as a result. Despite how devastated she was by the news, Mira still felt happy for him, until she accidentally found out about the evil scheme the Queen Bee had against him.
In the end, she became torn between taking a risk on their friendship by telling him about it, or keeping quiet and watching him get ruined.
What will she do?
Read this book to find out.
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His Twisted Game, My Dangerous Love
Rabbit Vesper's marriage to Julian Sterling was a gilded cage. One morning, she woke naked beside Damon Sterling, Julian's terrifying brother, then found a text: Julian's mistress was pregnant. Her world shattered, but the real nightmare had just begun.
Julian's abuse escalated, gaslighting Vesper, funding his secret life. Damon, a germaphobic billionaire, became her unsettling anchor amidst his chaos.
As "Iris," Vesper exposed Julian's mistress, Serena Sharp, sparking brutal war: poisoned drinks, a broken leg, and the horrifying truth-Julian murdered her parents, trapping Vesper in marriage.
The man she married was a killer. Broken and betrayed, Vesper was caught between monstrous brothers, burning with injustice.
Refusing victimhood, Vesper reclaimed her identity. Fueled by vengeance, she allied with Damon, who vowed to burn his empire for her. Julian faced justice, but matriarch Eleanor's counterattack forced Vesper's choice as a hitman aimed for her. HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION(An Erotic Billionaire Romance)
Viviene Trigger/Content Warning:
This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised.
It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language.
This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire.
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"Take off your dress, Meadow."
"Why?"
"Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost."
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Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance.
One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring.
Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel.
He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch.
Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed.
She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge.
But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming.
Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything.
Alaric doesn't share what's his.
Not his company.
Not his wife.
And definitely not his vengeance.
My Husband's Blindness, My Sweet Revenge
Rabbit The roasted lamb was cold, a reflection of her marriage. On their third anniversary, Evelyn Vance waited alone in her Manhattan penthouse. Then her phone buzzed: Alexander, her husband, had been spotted leaving the hospital, holding his childhood sweetheart Scarlett Sharp's hand.
Alexander arrived hours later, dismissing Evelyn's quiet complaint with a cold reminder: she was Mrs. Vance, not a victim. Her mother's demands reinforced this role, making Evelyn, a brilliant mind, feel like a ghost. A dangerous indifference replaced betrayal. The debt was paid; now, it was her turn.
She drafted a divorce settlement, waiving everything. As Alexander's tender voice drifted from his study, speaking to Scarlett, Evelyn placed her wedding ring on his pillow, moved to the guest suite, and locked the door. The dull wife was gone; the Oracle was back. He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him
Rabbit The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her.
Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. ""Mr. Kensington,"" the nurse's voice cracked, ""your wife... she's critical."" A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. ""Liam is in the shower,"" Seraphina's voice purred. ""Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low."" Then, Liam's bored voice: ""If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning."" Click. The line went dead.
A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living.
Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body.
Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back. After Divorce: My Arrogant Ex Regrets Calling Me Trash
Rabbit Aurora woke up to the sterile chill of her king-sized bed in Sterling Thorne's penthouse. Today was the day her husband would finally throw her out like garbage. Sterling walked in, tossed divorce papers at her, and demanded her signature, eager to announce his ""eligible bachelor"" status to the world.
In her past life, the sight of those papers had broken her, leaving her begging for a second chance. Sterling's sneering voice, calling her a ""trailer park girl"" undeserving of his name, had once cut deeper than any blade. He had always used her humble beginnings to keep her small, to make her grateful for the crumbs of his attention. She had lived a gilded cage, believing she was nothing without him, until her life flatlined in a hospital bed, watching him give a press conference about his ""grief.""
But this time, she felt no sting, no tears. Only a cold, clear understanding of the mediocre man who stood on a pedestal she had painstakingly built with her own genius.
Aurora signed the papers, her name a declaration of independence. She grabbed her old, phoenix-stickered laptop, ready to walk out. Sterling Thorne was about to find out exactly how expensive ""free"" could be. After My Husband Cheated, I Married His Greatest Rival
Rabbit The rain assaulted the glass, mirroring the storm inside me. For three years, I, Vivian Sterling, played the perfect wife to Julian Kensington, draining my life. The antique clock ticked, a reminder of time lost.
Then, I found it: a blonde hair on Julian's suit, reeking of Midnight Rose, and a text, ""Candy: You left your cufflinks on my nightstand. I'm already missing you."" My world shattered, revealing his betrayal.
This was just the beginning. I exposed Julian's fraud and his family's violent plots, surviving assassination. But their malice stole my past. Then Alexander Vance, my protector, uncovered a terrifying truth: my birth mother was alive, held captive by a shadowy order. My life was a lie, built to shield me from my dangerous bloodline.
I found strength and love with Alexander, the man who walked into fire for me. Yet, as I prepared to rescue my mother, a new life stirred within me, a secret threatening to complicate the impending war. Pregnant and Divorced: I Hid His Heir
Rabbit Vivian clutched her Hermès bag, her doctor's words echoing: "Extremely high-risk pregnancy." She hoped the baby would save her cold marriage, but Julian wasn't in London as his schedule claimed. Instead, a paparazzi photo revealed his early return-with a blonde woman, not his wife, at the private airport exit.
The next morning, Julian served divorce papers, callously ending their "duty" marriage for his ex, Serena. A horrifying contract clause gave him the right to terminate her pregnancy or seize their child. Humiliated, demoted, and forced to fake an ulcer, Vivian watched him parade his affair, openly discarding her while celebrating Serena.
This was a calculated erasure, not heartbreak. He cared only for his image, confirming he would "handle" the baby himself. A primal rage ignited her. "Just us," she whispered to her stomach, vowing to sign the divorce on her terms, keep her secret safe, and walk away from Sterling Corp for good, ready to protect her child alone. Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss
feesa "We're friends," I said, voice barely steady.
Aaron's lips curled, slow and cruel. "No, we're not."
"Friendship's too pure for this."
His hand slid to my waist, hot and claiming as he yanked me flush against him.
"Do friends kiss like this?"
He kissed me. Hard. Possessive.
"Or grab each other like this?"
A squeeze to my ass. A gasp.
"Or think filthy little thoughts?"
His breath burned against my ear. "Touch themselves to it?"
My cheeks flamed. My body betrayed me.
"Stop lying, Venus."
His voice was a growl.
"I feel it. Every time I'm near you."
I whispered, "But you don't even like me."
His smile was pure sin.
"I don't have to like you to fuck you."
Then the offer:
"Let's get it out of our system. No lies. No strings. Just truth."
He grabbed my chin, eyes lit with hunger.
"Say the word, princess."
A whisper against my lips-
"I'll ruin you."
And God help me...
I wanted him to.
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Aaron Sinclair needs a bride to claim his inheritance. Venus Carter needs a miracle to save her dying mother. What begins as a cold contract marriage spirals into a dangerous game of buried trauma, stolen identities, and forbidden attachment. He's ruthless, closed off, and refuses to love. She's resilient, lost, and refuses to stay unloved.
But when secrets unravel revealing a stolen childhood, a tragic past, and a vengeful stepmother, their fake marriage is the only thing standing between them and destruction.
In a world ruled by power and silence, will love dare to speak first or break them both instead? 
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