{WATTY'S 2020 WINNER & EDITOR'S PICK.} Hopeless romantic and aspiring writer Mare Atwood has fallen madly in love with her childhood correspondent. There's only one catch-she doesn't know who he is. When the beaus of Star's Crossing return from boarding school to begin the courting season, Mare is determined to uncover the identity of her writer, flout her family's intentions of orchestrating an advantageous marriage, and procure the life of writing and romance she's always sought. But as in the tales she so adores, it won't be easy. Galas, masquerades, picnics, and hunts-alongside an old friend, a former teacher, and an unlikely ally, Mare delves into an investigation that leaves her torn between three clever, deceptive, and wealthy young bachelors. If Mare can confirm which is her writer and claim his hand before the courting season ends, she'll have her wish: the love of her life, a valuable marriage, and a future of writing romance. But with the eyes of Star's Crossing upon her, a business plot forcing invisible hands, and the unwillingness of her writer to come forward-Mare's future may not end in triumph, but tragedy. Set against the gilded Victorian backdrop of coastal Connecticut and lush with pre-war luxury, fans of Jane Austen, Margaret Mitchell, and Louisa May Alcott are sure to enjoy this lighthearted, lyrical novel of young love, independence, and identity. #1 Literary #1 YA Romance #1 Victorian #1 Lyrical #8 General Fiction

Neelima's love for Anvay was selfless and pure, she gave up everything to become his bride. However she hid one important fact from him, that she was a naagin. On their wedding night everything seemed to go well until her identity as a Naagin got exposed. The man she loved was not only shocked but also upset and fearful, but little did she know was that this was part of a conspiracy against her the whole time. Anvay's family upon learning this get hysterical and get help to finish her off. Before breathing her last she curses Anvay and his family that they will pay a heavy price for what they did to her. 2 decades have passed and Anvay is now happily married with two grown sons, everything seemed to be fine until one day finds his late wife begins haunting him and his family. Is Neelima back from the dead to get her revenge or is there more to it??

"I can't" cried Princess Adiya! "Yes you can! You are not a Princess! You are a Queen. You are meant to rule the world!!" Said Sahil as he held my hands firmly in the middle of the waterfall which drenched us both, wiping away my tears of doubts! Rise to Eminence is a journey of Princess Adiya... the Daughter Queen Adina and King Aarya and The granddaughter of The Queen Naintara and King Aditya It is the third part of the series "Princess Ugly Duckling" But you can read it as a standalone book too. It's a story about the transformation of a confused, untrained Princess into a confident generous and powerful ruler of the most Powerful kingdoms of the World. Enjoy her initial days of learning and growing at Gurukul, to finding and falling in love with someone of her match and then ruling the most powerful Kingdom! The beautiful cover is made by @Appledip_14. You can check her profile at https://my.w.tt/NNmW3x2oc8 (P.S. My policy of zero melodrama continues. I promise to bring a smile into your face) Part 1: Princess Ugly Duckling Part 2: Chronicals of Adina Part 3: Stepping up the throne

The rain made her wet clothes stuck to her body like second skin. He could see the pale skin from now see through material. The cool air made her shudder but that wasn't enough to bring her closer to the king. The king stared hard at the beauty in front of him. He gulped when she timidly remove hairs away from her face. The water droplets still dripping down her throat and it made the king clench his fist to stop himself from running to her and suck that smooth skin. Just like he did hundred times before. He suddenly remember how sweet her lips tasted and he craved for that taste again. But he knew it's too late now. "Remove your clothes or you might catch cold" the authority in his voice buckled her knees but she had seen worse. He hold out his royal blue cape to her so she can cover up herself with it. "I left your Kingdom. You are not my king anymore " she tried to keep her voice from shivering. The anger in her eyes was prominent. "What are you trying to imply here?" The king step closer. Too close for her convenience. The rage began to built up inside him too. "You can't order me around anymore " she stated and looked away. The stubbornness he had fallen for. But things have changed now. At this the king laughed. That dark laughter she knows too well. "Should I remind you what else I'm to you? Other than your king, love? " he step closer. She didn't want to look away anymore. The authority and dominance suits him. "Should I remind you my every touch, my every kiss or my every stroke ..." "Enough" she turn around. Almost embarrassed and nostalgic. "That's for interrupting a king." He turn her around in his arms and swiftly claim her sweet lips. She moaned and realise that she could never run away from him now. Even if she wants to he would never let her.