As Sutherland's new king, Emory Davercher faces countless challenges, but nothing as excruciating and frustrating as his mysterious, eccentric betrothed. *** When King Emory of Sutherland receives news that his betrothed is on her way to Sutherland, he sends her away before even laying eyes on the woman he has no intention of marrying. Months later, after a narrow escape from an assassination, he flees to his childhood home where he discovers a massive problem. Due to an unfortunate mishap, his betrothed has not left Sutherland. She's been in his secret estate all along. Grand Princess Florence Paulet of Gavaria and her cousin, Lucy, thinks her arrival in Sutherland will be easy. She doesn't expect that her betrothed, King Emory of Sutherland, will send her straight to an empty estate on an island where they fend for themselves for months. And when he finally shows up, he has the audacity to fool her by introducing himself as someone else. After having killed dozens of chickens with her bare hands to stay alive, and with lying as her ultimate weapon for survival since she left Gavaria, what else can an annoyed, blithe, and audacious Florence do? Of course, she has to return the favor and make him twice the fool. He thinks he's fooling her, and she finds fun knowing it's the other way around. As the harsh winter traps them in the estate, lies, little accidents, and undeniable attraction draw them together stronger than the snowstorm. But not as much as Florence's true reasons for leaving Gavaria, which are also making their way to Sutherland.

In a desperate attempt to secure a roof over her younger sister's head, nineteen year old Allie Winthrop takes a job that no one else seemed too eager to apply for. The job is a maid position for a well to do family who had made a fortune in both the ranching and railroad industries. Her bosses, Mr. and Mrs. Treadwell, aren't exactly the friendliest of people. Pure snobs truly is what they are, but Allie is used to being looked down on by the wealthy. All she cares about is that the jobs pays well and offers room and board to not only her but her sister, Amelia. The Treadwell's had even agreed to allow Amelia to get schooling from the woman they employed to teach their own children. Life with the Treadwell's is better than the life that Allie and Amelia had known before and Allie feels content and secure until Amelia starts speaking of a man in the attic. Spurred by her sisters stories and by the Treadwell's startling reactions to her questions about the attic, Allie decides to take a look for herself. What she discovers there will change her life forever.

My name is Saraphine-just Saraphine. It may seem strange for a human being with flesh, blood and a soul to have nothing but a first name, but, to some, I'm not a human and I don't have any of those things. You see, I was born a slave. Don't feel bad for me, child. I've had it much better than most. I bear no scars, never got separated from my sweet mama until I was near grown. I even have children of my own. Those three things are blessings beyond what most born into this life receive-and they aren't the only reasons I'm happy today. I wasn't always so happy with my lot in life-no, I've been bitter and angry and full of self-pity. My life has certainly had its ups and downs. Mainly because of love. Isn't love the make or break of all us women? We crave love from those around us. We simply cannot do without it and too often it nearly does us in. Let me tell you, dear reader, the tale of my life and of the journey I endured to find peace within myself, peace with my life and, yes, love.

Constance has grown quite used to living her life alone. At twenty-eight, she's long since passed her prime for marriage and has settled into her life as a spinster and school-Marm in a tiny Montana town. Her life is quiet, predictable, and quite boring, until one stormy night and unexpected visitor turns up on her doorstep. He is massive, covered in blood, battered, bruised, and quite.....nude. He does not remember his name or where he came from, has no real memories at all. All he does seem to know is that he is dangerous and not someone Constance should trust. According to him, he is simply a monster.

Her colleagues think the Original Werewolf is a myth, but Gina, an agent of the Federal Hunting Forces, believes he exists. Determined to prove it, she sets up on a chase that will drive her deep into the supernatural world. She will find the beast, catch him, and when she does, it will be the end of the wolf. She is soon to discover that millennia old legends are far more resourceful than her usual preys... Urban fantasy, might contain Werewolves, vampires, witches, fallen angels, ancient gods and other mythical creatures. Also, spunky heroine alert!

Jessica Simone has earned her nursing degree, and when she's sent to a hospital in Nebraska, she feels the Lord had blessed her. Her fiancé who had been reported missing during the war is alive and in the hospital. Although his face is bandaged, she doesn't need to see him to know that he's the man she loves. If only he would remember her. But then other complications arise and her loyalty is pulled in two different directions. Can she rely on her memories to sustain her love, or will she welcome these refreshing feelings of infatuation?

It was supposed to be an easy job. Get to Mexico, get photos of that bastard, Niro, and get home. But photojournalist Corkie Brooks did not account for a lone Army Ranger kidnapping her, stealing her photos, and then protecting her. Lt. Alex Spears wants to destroy the man who killed his father. He never expects to see a pretty photographer in the middle of his top secret mission. To save his career, his life, and his sanity, Alex must guard Corkie from herself and from the men chasing them. Together, they might be crazy enough to survive.

Blanche Blackwood, youngest sister to the Marquess of Northwick, thought she would never find a gentleman that could catch her attention, or her heart. Until she met Nathaniel Southill. So vastly different from any man she had ever met before, he intrigued her from the beginning, but Nathaniel was determined to prove that he was not a suitable match. When he succeeds, events contrive to bind them together, as well as a secret that has the potential to hurt those dearest to Blanche, and even though she has vowed to hate him for eternity, she can't deny that she still wants him. Tainted with a dark past, Nathaniel knew he was not the right man for Blanche and he would do anything to prove that to her. He vowed to stay away from her but that became impossible when he was set with a task to help protect her by his best friend and Blanche's brother. Unable to refuse, Nathaniel has to steel his desire and his heart against a woman he does not deserve. TW: Both Nate and Blanche deal with issues relating to trauma, death and abuse which may be triggering to some readers.

They had been the best of friends since childhood. She knew that he secretly wore spectacles. He knew that she had once stolen all the wine for the Eucharist from the parish church and blamed it on the town drunkard. There was very little that Amy Griffiths did not know about Lord Oliver Hollingsworth, the only friend she had ever had growing up in a tiny village where everybody knew everything about anybody. She was quite happy to rush headlong into spinsterhood while she tended to her mother and worked the small bookshop, and Lord Hollingsworth did not seem inclined to wed anytime soon having ensured no mother in her right mind would allow her daughter to consort with the likes of him after the whole debacle with his once intended, Miss Augusta Fleetwood, a few seasons ago. When Amy is convinced to visit London, little did the both of them realise how meddling some of his friends would be, and how adept at matchmaking the troublesome lot are. Soon, the delicate line between friendship and true love become harder to distinguish. Bit of a slow burn, sweet romance with MATURE content and a lot of humour.

Independent Braylee Mitchells faces the prospect of falling in love with her new roomie: self-proclaimed player and long-time friend, Dominick Mulder, when a damaged apartment and old vows force them together... and make them possibly confront and deny something that has been in front of them all this time. *** Braylee Mitchells remembers what it was like to live with Dominick Mulder in university- as well as all her other friends. Now, ten years later, and despite a vow taken by all of them never to live together again, Dominick may just very well save the day (and her savings) when he takes on the task of becoming her roommate once again. With her apartment in need of costly repairs and her freelance career as a copywriter and editor struggling to cover the bills, Braylee's options seem limited. That is until she stumbles upon a charming country bungalow that seems like the answer to her prayers. The only catch? The rent is far beyond her means. Desperate to make ends meet and reluctant to burden her loved ones with her troubles, Braylee turns to Dominick for support. As they navigate the complexities of adulthood and the challenges of chasing their dreams, their friendship deepens into something more profound. But as Braylee and Dominick grow closer, they must confront their own fears and insecurities, navigating the blurred lines between friendship and something deeper. Will their bond withstand the tests of time, circumstance, and untold secrets, or will the weight of their individual struggles tear them apart? WARNING: This story contains depictions of narcissistic abuse (off-page), mature language and adult themes that may be upsetting to some readers. Reader discretion is advised.