This is the ENGLISH VERSION of TAKING WHAT'S RIGHTFULLY HIS! "You're planning on leaving me again? Tell me, is that really how you see me? That after we made love last night, you would just go and leave me like nothing happened?" she looked down while trying her best not to let the tears that were threatening to fall from her eyes. "Answer me, damn it!" He said in a thunderous voice. She got startled because of his loud voice but she couldn't help but to feel resentful towards him. Why was he acting as if she was the one who did something terrible to him? She pushed him away from her. "Yes! I am planning on leaving this house because I can't stay here with you!" He looked at her with disbelief and....pain? "Why?" "Because-" she wanted to speak and tell his resentment towards him; all of the things that she's been keeping inside all time but nothing came out of her lips. "What? You can't say anything? Admit it Gaelle! You still love me but you can't accept that fact that's why you're leaving! You're leaving because you're a coward!" her tears fell. She couldn't stop them. Why is this happening to her? Why do they have to meet again after all this time? "That's not true!" She tried to sound stern and brave as she met his gaze. He smirked and stared at her intently like he wanted her to melt under his heated gaze. "I know you very well, chérie. I know it's still me and no one else. The way you made love to me last night told me so" she couldn't accept what he was saying. Her brain was against it. "Don't call me that! I hate you! I f*cking hate you!" She yelled and hit his chest with her fists. "I told you before, chérie; you're mine and always be mine. No matter what you do, it's still me, Gaelle! Only me!" he hissed and then claimed her lips for a punishing kiss. Highest rank in romance #17

HIGHEST RANKING #6 in HISTORICAL FICTION! --- For all her life, Lady Evie Verrick had been regaled of tales of the Highlands from her Highland born and bred mother. She had grown up dreaming of chivalrous knights, sword-fighting, horse back riding. Tales of kin and family, loyalty and the warmth of a home. But being brought up in a traditional English household with a traditional father, her mother was the closest thing to the Highlands she could get. And when her mother died of pneumonia before her coming out, left to her father's care, Evie wants now, more then ever, to see the promised lands that she grew up with. --- Connor Gilroy had served as the first in command to the MacKenzie clan for as long as he could remember. He owed his loyalty to his best friend and brother in arms, Hammond MacKenzie, who had saved him from being skinned alive by English soldiers years ago, before the truce was signed between the two lands. Having no love lost for the country, Hammond would be the only person who could ever convince Connor to step foot back into English lands. His chief had recently received news on the death of the aunt he has never met, but Hammond was a man of his word, and he had promised his father he would care for all kin, regardless of who they were. But Connor never would've imagined that the cousin of his best friend would be a spirit of the flames. The way Evie took on life and all of its problems with a passion that ignited a hearth, would perhaps be the first time someone ever ignited more then just passion and desire within him.

You're on the wanted list. He's your worst rival. What happens when you're mated to the son of dragons, who's responsible for ending your bloodline? +16

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

A few knocks came upon Rosies door and the most melodic of voices followed. "Ti's most rude of ye' no tae open the door fer a wounded man lass" The man had seen her and had the audacity to tease her about her manners after coming upon her land unannounced but more importantly he seemed to know she was alone in the cottage. Rosie was furious, how dare he correct her in her manners. " Aye, unfortunately for you we lowlanders don't make it a habit to open the doors for strangers that look like they can crush your skull between their hands" The strangers booming laughter could be heard miles away she was sure of it and it only furthered her anger that he made it quite clear he was enjoying himself in what she considered to be a serious and dangerous situation. "Come lass open the door I give ye mee word I won't lay a hand on ye" he said amusement clear in his voice and then he added " unless ye want me tae lassie, do ye want me tae?". " It would be a cold day in hell when I let your hands come anywhere near me highlander, now go away!" " However much this conversation has delighted mee bonny lass, mee wounds are gettin worse and if ye donna open this door yer going tae have tae stand aside cos I'm going to break it down" What Rosie doesn't seem to know however is that the door isn't the only thing coming crashing into her life.

Since being liberated from the Romans, the hatred has shifted towards the Highlanders of the North. Her father swore that not one of his children would marry a highlander nor bore his children. For fifteen years, Joanna had heard this. Being the oldest of four daughters, she was constantly reminded. But it comes as a shock when her father announces her betrothed. It is not Prince Andrew of the East, a proper Englishman, but Sir Kincaid a savage chieftain of the Highlands. Joanna is taken away from her comfortable life inside stone walls to a small tribe nestled in the rolling hills. Not only does Joanna have to adjust to a new lifestyle, but a savage husband ten years older than herself. Joanna wants only to go home while Kincaid wants something more. The two think they will hate each other forever. That is until an unfortunate injury. Joanna can finally see through his arrogance and Kincaid can see through her anger. Can they understand one another and become something more? ~Everything in this book may not be historically accurate~

Clumsy, accident prone and damn right weird is how people often describe Skylar Martin and it didn't surprise her that even the opposite sex didn't seem to be attracted to these qualities either. But is that all about to change? When Sky discovers her fathers deepest darkest secrets she knows she must do anything to protect her family even if it means marrying a man she doesn't even know and trying to become the woman she wasn't born to be. With threats and hard decisions to make Sky will have to deal with more then just her quirky and crazy inner self but also the demands of her new fiance. Has she taken on more then she can handle? Read and find out. Reached #958 in Romance

[BOOK TWO] [Completed] [Voted #1 Best Action Story in the 2018 Fiction Awards] When the Russians dismantle one of the largest and fastest growing Italian Mafia family's in the States, war is declared. To avenge their friend's death, a fallen king, a washed up queen, a struggling couple, and a depressed brother must come back together to fight. Through their own series of trials and tribulations, they learn that although they can attempt to fight their own battles, the only way they can overcome them is together. That is when they have the most power. ~ ~ ~ © 2018 taintedkissesxo * cover by lvcianos on instagram *

"I could nibble at your nose... or at your ear... or at your lips... or..." • • • It's December, and Jack Frost has just come to town. Literally. Summer is one of those people who hates winter. Not just because she was named after the opposite season, but because she hated the cold with a burning passion. But when a stunning man with silver hair, frosty blue eyes and a jovial charm walks into her coffee shop, ordering an iced caramel macchiato with extra ice, she suddenly finds it hard to hate the cold. Especially when (despite his constant cold hands) he always seems to burn her with his touch. Something seems off about him, and Summer is not mistaken. Jack Frost is known for bringing on the cold, but Summer is about to learn that he sure as hell knows how to turn on the heat, too.