Nefertari was born and raised to be a bride to a Pharaoh along side other young maidens who have never been allowed outside the hallow hall's they have been raised in or been around or touched by men, and now she has been chosen to be the bride for the Pharaoh and the future queen of Egypt though saying she's thrilled by this would be putting it lightly since she knows nothing about being a queen and she's not sure if the Pharaoh will be pleased by her but even with this doubt running through her mind she will full fill her duty no matter the dangers or those after the Pharaoh for themselves she will prove that she can do this and that maybe she just might find that this arranged marriage is't loveless after all!

Peach McCoy It's fun to dance with the devil until he drops you during a leap. At first, I'd thought this devil was none other than the Don of the Russian Bratva, Viktor Makarovich. He was hunting me down for hacking into his mafia's secret network and knowing a little too much about his little illegal fraternity. He caught me, I escaped and this was the dance I thought would get me killed but someone wants us both dead now. The beat of the music has changed and we have to dance together and not against each other if we want to find the guilty party and be alive to tell the tale. There's something about Viktor that lights a spark in me I thought was long gone. The thing is, what I wish we could have cannot happen while we move to what might be the end of our song. I'm smart and I can figure out how to hack into anything I want but for some reason... I only want to know The Code To A Don's Heart. Viktor Makarovich I was just supposed to track down a hacker. It was my way to get away from the Bratva for a while because since my dad and older brother were dead, the mafia was mine. I didn't want it. I just wanted to hunt, kill and protect under someone else's rule but... things have changed. The woman I thought I was going to kill somehow became my only accomplice. Someone wants me- us- dead and I'm sure I know who but the deeper I dig into the affairs of what is now my Bratva, the more unsure I become. The connection I feel to Peach isn't helping. For the first time in what seems like forever, I'm more focused on keeping her alive than myself. She challenges me, pushes me to my limits and being around her is more of a high than I've ever felt on a hunt. She doesn't know it but that great mind of hers, in her words, is finding The Code To A Don's Heart.

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

Ashley Harris is a very intelligent girl, even though she had a sort of a rough childhood. She still stayed strong and always did her best for her family. But one day, everything changes when she gets a letter in the mail. She has gotten accepted into this amazing school due to how smart she is. So she moves to New York to have a better education and opportunities. She starts her new journey and meets people along the way, including a very special someone named Logan Anderson, someone she doesn't regret.

"La lumière est facile à aimer...mais les ténèbres, elles, marquent à jamais." Dans les profondeurs d'un monde où règnent le chaos et la loi du sang, deux âmes damnées s'affrontent dans un jeu de pouvoir, de vengeance et de désir brûlant. Elle, Astéria Muñoz, est une ombre insaisissable, un venin au goût enivrant. Tueuse à gages redoutée, elle n'existe que pour traquer et anéantir. Son ultime mission ? Abattre le parrain de la mafia colombienne, l'homme à la tête du cartel Lozano. Mais ce qu'elle ignore... c'est que sa cible l'attend déjà. « Que cherches-tu, Aïdas ? Le pouvoir ou ma destruction ? » Lui, Aïdas, n'est pas qu'un simple criminel. Il est un fantôme, un mythe, un homme que personne n'approche sans y laisser son âme. Glacial, calculateur, il ne craint rien. Il ne désire rien. Jusqu'à elle. Une inconnue aux yeux brûlants de haine. Une femme qui ne devrait être qu'un pion de plus sur son échiquier. Sauf que cette fois-ci, la reine refuse de tomber. « Peut-être les deux, Astéria. Peut-être juste toi. » Dans cette danse funeste où chaque regard est un affrontement et chaque souffle un combat, ils se cherchent, se traquent, se consument. Elle veut sa mort. Il veut son âme. Obsédé, Aïdas fait une promesse : si elle refuse de lui appartenir vivante, elle le fera morte. Mais lorsque deux âmes damnées se percutent avec une telle violence, la chute est inévitable. « Tu es ma damnation. » « Et toi, ma plus douce vengeance » L'amour, la haine, le pouvoir... Jusqu'où iront-ils avant que tout ne s'effondre ? Bienvenue dans leur enfer. Un enfer à deux.

"Tell me you don't want that," his darkened eyes clashed with her dazed ones, "Say it, and we'll stop right now. Tell me, and I'll go." Silence hung in the air, the distant hum of passing cars and crickets fading into the night. "Cause I have every intention of making you my wife, the mother of my kids, my everything. I want that. I want you. Understand?" Her eyes welled up, and her lips trembled as she swallowed hard, then nodded quickly, "I want that too." "That's what I thought, baby." ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ Cerise Rowan liked to keep things simple. Her days were a steady loop of sleep, eat, study, repeat. She told herself she valued comfort, though in truth, change terrified her. With change came anxiety, and her mind, already a delicate balance, struggled to cope. Her favorite S-words: sleep, solitude, and snacks, were enough to keep her "mild" disorder in check. Until another one entered her life. Well... two. If you count sex. ♡ Saint Novak lived by two rules: stay comfortable and take each day as it came. With his intimidating presence and (mostly) emotionless exterior, he wasn't exactly easy to get to know. He didn't waste time on dead ends, keeping his life decisively organized. People and things included. But Saint's problems were far from "mild". For years, he believed he had nothing to lose. Now, he's learning what it means to have goals, to want more, and to keep what's important to him close. So what happens when he walks into his parlor and is greeted by a new face? A very pretty face. One that stirs desires he didn't even know he had. Well, one taste of her is more than enough to set a few more goals.

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Lieutenant Ray Hodges was a beast of a man. In fact, he was known as 'Beast' around the Air Force base and over the last ten years of hard work he had earned the name. He lived and breathed the Air Force... but that life came to a screeching halt when he found himself close to dead and shipped back to his hometown by the beach with nothing to do but recover and work his way back to the air force. What happens when his life collides with Seychelles Roberts, a woman who lived to help anyone and everyone into a better lifestyle? And what will Seychelles do when she sees that this beast of a man needs her help? Or maybe she's the one who needs him?

His body molds into mine perfectly from behind as he grasps my waist with cold hands. "Didn't I tell you who you belonged to?" His husky, dark voice flows through my ears as his hands travel slowly to my hips, leaving a trail of heat along the way. "I belong to no one." My tone wavers unsteadily, and I curse him for having control over me. He chuckles, a lovely sound coming from deep within his chest. Suddenly, our chests are flush against each other with his hand buried in my hair. "Oh, but you do. And intend to show you that." He whispers possessively, his lips crushing mine. ~~ The second book is out now! The Queen of Darkness. Check it out!

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