Choosing love means risking death and damnation Two thousand years ago, the Archangel Gabriel gave up his position in Heaven to be with the human woman that he had fallen in love with. Only she was killed before he could make her immortal. He thought he had moved past her death, until he stumbles upon a powerful young witch that looks identical to his lost love. He has to know who she is, and why she looks the way she does, and he will break the rules of Heaven to find out. But falling in love with another human is not an option for Gabriel, it cost him too much the first time. Layla is a poor college student with a traumatic family past that she’s trying to leave behind. But a phone call from a stranger looking for her missing mother leads Layla to a dangerous supernatural world she never knew existed, and powers inherited from her mother that she never knew she had. But her powers may be a curse instead of a blessing, and the gorgeous mystery man that she falls for turns out to be something much more than just a man, and someone that she should be running away from, not getting closer to. If Layla wants to live, she will have to stop running from her past and finally discover who, and what, she really is, before the angels or the evil things lurking in the shadows lay claim to her soul. Views: 62
She’d given her heart.
Young and in love, Scottish lass Vivi Campbell exchanged a gypsy coin for a lock of hair and rushed to share the treasure with the one she’d pledged her love to.
But a young man’s laughter twisted her love to hate and she cursed him with the coin instead, binding him to her for eternity.
After almost three hundred years of haunting Culloden Moor, Cade the Cursed is charged with a good deed, only to discover he’d not been sent alone. The Scottish lass he’d yearned for unwittingly died with him and is promised a second chance as well.
Can they stop a murder, let old hurts go, and find love again? Or are they doomed to recreate past mistakes? Views: 62
An imperium judge is assigned her new executioner, and she finds that though she can read his mind, he can still surprise her.
Jayd has been a judge since the moment she entered the imperium. After her training, she was assigned to travel from world to world, hearing capital cases and watching over the sentences from fines to executions. Her companions include a sentient ship named Harry and whatever executioner is assigned to her. The executioners never last long.
Truanic is her newest executioner and not only is he the man for the job, he is also the man for her. She just has to make the first move. Views: 62
LOVE RECKLESSLY. WITHOUT MERCY, WITHOUT SENSE, BUT NEVER WITHOUT HEART...SABRINAHe was supposed to be my big break – not my total breakdown. Interviewing Anton Ivankov, the infamous kingpin, was my chance to outrun my broken past. I came ready, determined, but nothing truly could've prepared me for him.Anton wasn't supposed to be so damned handsome. He wasn't supposed to have a heart. And he definitely wasn't supposed to make me a pawn in his prison break.Now, he's making me question everything I've ever known, replacing common sense with raw desire. Can I escape before he's done playing wrecking ball – or will this mad need to leap into his bed ruin me forever?ANTONI never knew looks could blindside a man until I saw her. Sabrina was destined to be my ticket outta this hellhole and a secret weapon in our street war.Except I'm not working for family fortune anymore. Every time we touch, it's lightning, dangerous and divine.Hurricane Sabrina's blinding me to the mission. Her twisted uncle needs to pay big time, but she's got me so distracted I can barely think. I'll kill for this girl, anything to hear her beg for one dirty, reckless, unforgettable night.Good thing I never fail. I'll do whatever it takes to finish this war and end this Romeo and Juliet crap for good. The only happy ending here is making sure her panties, her heart, her everything are mine, and I'm gonna have it all. I always do. Views: 62
A cabin in the Colorado mountains promised Tara Richards a break from reporting...until a stranger sent her life into a tailspin. Rough and tumble in those blue jeans, Matt Hathaway brought trouble to her door. There was no mistaking the pistol tucked at his waist, or his urgent need for a hostage. Deep undercover, Matt had less than a day to stop a bombing, and Tara was his last lifeline. Entrenched in the biggest story of her career, Tara could control her own destiny, but not the man by her side. After all, he promised the most thrilling night of her entire life! Views: 62
The first in an epic series of three sections of the Oregon Trail and the three love stories begin here.Beth Ann Roberts made her father a deathbed promise to be a wife to her deceased sister's husband, Daggart Bartlett. When Daggart sells the farm to join the Gold Rush, Beth must go with him, never expecting how much her life will change.Nicholas Granville is forced by his brother to help a group as they travel the Oregon Trail from Missouri to Oregon. Mourning his late wife, Nick's heart began healing the moment he saw Beth.Now, the couple must find a way to fight a love that is undeniable.The Oregon Trail SeriesUndeniable - Book One - a spicy sweet love story.Undesirable - Book Two - a sweet love story with a distasteful secret.Uncivilized - Book Three - a spicy sweet love story. Views: 62
Bex trains the best fighters in the arena, but when she is handed over to a champion, she has to fix a man who isn’t broken.
Bex has been training female fighters for years. She can craft any woman into a champion, but then, they are taken from her.
Her techniques catch the attention of the male side of the arena, and she is pressed into service training a man who is a champion that no longer has enthusiasm for the fight.
Ajaru has fought for years and enjoys his status as champion, but he wants more. He wants a life, a wife, a child, a home and normality. His lack of ambition to climb the champion ranks has gotten the attention of the fight master and he is assigned to a new trainer. Bex. Views: 62
Sadie isn't certain what to make of Malcolm Ward, but it seems no one is. Intrigued and intensely attracted, Sadie decides to spend more time with him to get to the bottom of things. But when he invites her again into his studio, this time using her very body as the medium with which to express himself, it's Malcolm who starts to uncover parts of Sadie that she would rather leave buried...His Canvas is a 16,000 word novelette. Part two of five in The Billionaire's Muse series.EXCERPT:I let my gaze slide down so I could study him from the corner of my eye. He wasn't wearing the same clothes I'd last seen him in; instead of pajamas he now wore a fine cashmere sweater and well-tailored slacks, though his feet were stockinged. A pair of fine shoes languished a few feet from the desk, as though he'd brought them over, meaning to put them on but had forgotten to do so. He'd also shaved, so that was good. It meant he'd probably taken a shower.He still seemed a bit off, though. He had a strange, hunted look on his face, as though he hadn't slept, dogged by some unrelenting compulsion. Glancing back at the images on the screen and his riveted attention to them, I could believe it. “Some of these are pretty good,” I told him. “I mean, considering your subject matter and all.”Next to me, he shook his head. “That's kind of you,” he said. “But it's not here.”I blinked. “What's not here?”“My masterpiece.”I felt my mouth twist. “You don't think so? You asked me over to look at your photos as a professional. I think they're pretty good. You have talent. And I'm admitting that grudgingly considering you didn't decide to become an artist until yesterday.”“Two days ago,” he corrected me, “and that was just an excuse. I asked you over to do this again.”I could see it all in my mind as he moved the mouse down to the lower bar of his photo editor, clicked on a box, and up popped the picture of him between my legs, eyes half-closed with ecstasy as he laved my clit with his tongue.Just the sight of it made me aching and empty for his cock, even as my face flushed with humiliation. And yet the picture I'd taken was beautiful, in a purely artistic sense. I'd captured my subject perfectly: the only thing truly in focus was Malcolm's face. The face of a cat lapping at a bowl of cream.I still wasn't entirely prepared when he turned his chair and gripped my hips gently to pull me to him.“Whoah!” I said, my hands flying out to grab his shoulders. “I... uh...” My brain shorted out as my fingers met his body. He was well-muscled. Very well-muscled. And hot. He burned through his sweater and undershirt. Burned for me.I'd worn a skirt. A heavy wool skirt. No tights. He stared up at me with his beautiful, intense eyes as his large warm hands smoothed over my hips to my ass, squeezing gently. His lips, level with my breasts, were thwarted only by the thick coat I wore.He didn't seem to care. “You've been on my mind since I saw you,” he said, his voice thick and husky. “But I haven't captured you yet.” Views: 62
