Since Esmera was abandoned on a stranger's doorstep as a baby, the only person who has looked out for her is herself. Until a lark starts visiting her, leaving behind exotic flowers and iridescent pebbles that the internet doesn't recognise. Esmera can't believe her eyes when she recognises the lark in a painting in a museum. Her investigation takes her to the home of the museum owner, Tauram - a man who is more than he seems. When a magical force summons Esmera and Tauram to Milatanur, the hidden kingdom that is their home, they have no choice but to answer the call. Soon, it is not their decades-long betrothal that binds them but feelings they must ignore for the sakes of their fractured pasts and precarious futures. Around them, nature rebels under the unjust rule of a cruel sorcerer, threatening to engulf Milatanur. The formidable King Ruagu has spies everywhere, and those who aren't on his side turn to it out of fear. Loyalty will rot into betrayal, blood will be paid, and Esmera will be presented with her destiny to wield a weapon of unparalleled power. But only if she can elude her dark past long enough. *** Cover by @-DeeIsDead-

When an arrogant billionaire, RAYMOND SINCLAIR, double-crosses the sinister military industrial complex, he discovers the beautiful intern he recently fired, EVELYN SIMMONS, holds the key to saving his life and his company. *There is an expanded version of this story on my profile that is more polished. 'The Asshole App Expanded Version'. *****Author's note. Story contains Mature Language and Sexual References***** My beautiful cover was made by @myie_laura 's Love Graphics Shop. Featured on the #Badass Reads Badass King's reading list No. 1 in the Jam-Board 2022 General Fiction Category. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Excerpt from "The Asshole App"- "Baby, I got your text. Now, tell Mama Dee what happened." "My boss, Raymond Sinclair, that's what happened! He's a jackass." Evie gulped air, swallowing bile. "He humiliated me in front of the entire staff this morning." Struggling to breathe, she held her midriff. "I feel as if I've been punched in the stomach." "That asshole!" Deedee's voice was muffled behind the menu as she checked the specials. She lowered the shiny, laminated cardboard. "I told you the man's a soulless billionaire. I don't care how many smart phones or self-driving cars he's sold. Or how hot he looks on the cover of Time. He's an insufferable ass." Suggestively, she laid an exquisitely manicured index finger against her cheek. The jungle-colored nail was painted with tiny, fornicating leopards. "How are you going to get back at him?"