Emily's being forced to marry Mr Rochester a man she knows nothing about. A man who told her she means nothing to him, her only priority is to have his child and nothing more. Emily tells her self that she will hate him with all her heart but can she after he's given her something more precious than her life. HER CHILD!

Official Trailer: https://youtu.be/H3VQ9T8SkXY https://twitter.com/SicilianMafiosa _______________✏ Whispers in New York is Book Two of the series. You must read Book One - Silence in New York to understand the story as it is a direct continuation. _______________✏ "Let's get this straight," the officer took a deep breath trying with every fibre in his body to contain his excitement. This wasn't the first time, no. This had happened many times and once push came to shove, he found most people were all talk. Especially women. They were always all talk. He glanced back behind him, the FBI agent casually leaning against the wall under the camera with one leg bent, his shoe placed flush against the wall with both hands in his pocket. Waiting. Patiently waiting for the officer to get down to business. "You're willing to testify to these accounts?" She licked her coral painted lips nervously. For a brief moment she thought of Salvatore and everything he had done for her. All the things he had promised her. All the moments they shared together. her eyes travelling from the officer, to the FBI agent and then to up to the camera. "Yes. I'll do whatever you need me to do." _______________✏

Women have balls too; at least that was the creed Kristen Hilton lived by. It was the mantra for the Mistress of The Treasure Box and she displayed the shiny suckers to anyone who crossed her path. It was tough being the top Dom for San Francisco hottest BDSM club and it appeared that her status was like a bloody carcass in a shark infested ocean. So it was no surprise when Donovan Fairchild tried to put her to the test. After a brief meeting where she bested him in a spar of words, though he admits defeat, Kris finds her paranoia insisting that she not take his word. It had only been a few months since the only person she shared her heart with had nearly been raped and killed after she was kidnapped by an asshole who she had allowed VIP membership. She was not going to let another psycho win. She turns to Ivan and solicits his help through his Private Investigator. She knew Ivan would deliver...she was just shocked on who he delivers. Wicked games and dangerous flirting, mingled with the revisit of past lovers and nightmares, then top it off with explosive twist of fate and heart retching confessions; that was what Kris was in for. How was she to keep sane as all she had worked to gain and keep becomes threatened along with her life? Along side the dwindling fate of her reputation, which the wickedly handsome Viktor was about to lay to waste, did she really have to worry about who was holding the dagger in the dark? **Sequel to Conditioned...** Please follow as this story will certainly turn out to be private in a lot of chapters; so far chapter TWO is private and i can't fix that. Thanks to all my return readers! Spoiler alerts if you have not read Conditioned... I think this can stand on its own two feet, but Reconditioned will make more of a firm statement if you read Conditioned first. Will try to upload every Monday or Wednesday...no promises. Can i get some votes? maybe your feedback??? cool beans!

[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."