CHASE, the undisputed queen of dark scowls and moody behavior, has many secrets. What's the most closely guarded of them all? She's fallen in love. And despite what she's led others to believe, it isn't the first time. In one afternoon, the old secrets Chase has kept hidden surface, and her past collides with her present. With her exposed, Chase has to make difficult decisions. Which path will she take, return to the life she's left behind, or stay where she has nurtured a life on her own? And when the heart she's protected for so long threatens to break, who will step in to repair the damage? Daniel, the knight in shining armor from her past, or Alex, the surprise sweetheart from her present? © MichelleJoQuinn 2015 This is the stand alone book three of BLISS SERIES. Book One: Confessions of a Wedding Planner Book Two: The Bachelor's Guide to a Perfect Proposal

He has the girl. He has a ring. He has a plan. Proposing to the woman he loves cannot be any easier, or is it? Levi and Veronica are back with surprises that will have you screaming at your screen, or throw you into a crying jag. Read the second book of the Bliss Series. © 2015 MichelleJoQuinn

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."