A younger sister cannot wed before an older sister. It's a law of their society, a rule vehemently obeyed by prominent families in the nobility, and it's always been Ella Harrington's buffer. Ella has never been interested in marrying for anything short of love itself. Unfortunately for her, love is a rarity in the marriages of the aristocracy. Fortunately for her, her sister Emily is precisely one year older than her and is the most unpleasant, disagreeable, sulking woman to ever debut in all of England. So Ella may never have to marry at all. A free woman, she enjoys her time on the sidelines and wishes for nothing more. That is, until a tall, dark, and brooding Duke comes to town alongside an old friend of her brother's. Suddenly, Ella finds herself questioning the antiquated marriage order rule as her buffer begins to feel more like a barrier. Not that it matters. The Duke isn't interested in her anyway. Right?

Lady Imogen Wilde has lived her life in a body that does not work as it should. As she was born not breathing, Imogen has spent her life as the small and weak daughter of the Duke of Ascot. Nobody could ever understand, could they? Colonel Simon Spencer is a highly decorated, recently retired, soldier, who has made his fortune through various gallant and successful military campaigns. But the military has altered him, both mentally and physically, leaving him a changed man from the one his brother remembers, one who carries many burdens. But what if they met? Could it be, that after years of indifference, Imogen and Simon might finally find someone who understands? Or could there be other obstacles in their way, secrets that threaten to boil over?

[ WATTYS '18 LONG-LISTED ] ❝ I have slit throats far more beautiful than yours.❞ In which a thousand brides have fallen, and she is the last, so she spins a tale as old as time to live the dawn. | an arabian nights x beauty and the beast crossover | (cover by ES Johnson) trailer (video by @AKfiction): https://youtu.be/2OSjakJrUeo

When former beauty pageant queen, Ellie Wilde, hears of her grandmother's sickness, she's the first to offer to drive her to her chemotherapy. What she didn't know she was agreeing to was an obnoxiously cheerful blond boy somehow nudging his way into her life. ©iwearheelys, all rights reserved.

Highest Rank: #2 Historical Fiction- Noah has been a Servant for as long a he could remember. His Mistress Cathliene Manchester just recently remarried to the Lord Louis Montego. This means that her and her twin sons are now members of Society. When the Montego family receives invitations for a Masked Ball celebrating the Alminian Princess's year of eligibility, an order from Noah's Mistress will change his life forever. Witness Noah's struggle as he experiences desire for a woman who is socially superior. After all what is Noah, but a Simple Servant? [[Word count: ~ 101,000]] [[Completed] ]

They say her voice was once bewitching to all who heard it. She was like a siren luring sailors to their deaths on quiet nights... Those are just rumours that once were, truth be told the youngest daughter of the Count was a mute. Her voice had long been lost in her childhood years, disappearing like a whisper in the wind soon to be forgotten. She too disappeared with it, fading into the background, outshined by her talented siblings. The harder she tried to regain her worth, the more she was ignored. Until a chance encounter with a stranger changes everything... Word count: [100,000 - 150,000] *This story has a professionally edited version published with its COMPLETED version currently ONLY AVAILABLE on AMAZON and KINDLE *

Ebony is haunted by the voice of a man who claims she is his long lost bride. ⭐️Number #1 in Vampire⭐️

When Carter Simon is forced to find a new place to live, her only option is to rent a room from a sexy stranger. Could she be exactly what he needs? "Why are you yelling at me? You started this shit!" My voice was loud enough that I was sure the neighbors could hear. "I started this shit?" He let out an unamused laugh. His eyes raking over every inch of my body. "You're the one who decided to prance around the house with your ass out." My blood was boiling. I took a bold step toward him, my hands balled into fists. "Maybe if you took a second to talk to me, I would have known you were home and put pants on!" He stalked toward me and my reflexes kicked in. I placed an open hand to his bare chest and he shivered beneath my touch. His stare softened and instead of storming off, he took a step closer. I could feel his minty breath on my cheek as he leaned forward. "You drive me fucking crazy. You're infuriating, obnoxious, immature and a massive pain in my ass." "If I'm so awful, leave me alone! It'll be like I'm not even here." A low chuckle left him as he closed the little space between us. My heart was beating out of my chest. "You see, I can't do that sweetheart." I swallowed the nervous lump forming in my throat. "And why is that?" "Because as much as you piss me off, I'm addicted to everything about you. Your body, your smell, your annoying ass voice. You're always talking back, and instead of hating you I've started to live for the challenge. You're intoxicating, and I just need you to shut the fuck up." I dared to step closer, closing the space between us. I could see his pulse quicken in his neck, as he tightened his jaw. "Make me."

Lady Eleanor Cantwell, daughter of the Marquess of Salford, is a proper young lady. With her golden complexion, raven-black hair, and manners befitting a princess, Lady Eleanor has always been deemed a belle. There is just one problem. Lady Eleanor Cantwell is Indian. Having been adopted from India when Lady Salford found herself unable to bear a child, Lady Eleanor is shunned by society, including her mother, on account of her true heritage. The ladies turn their noses at her and the gentlemen only wish for her virtue which she clings to dearly. They certainly have no wish to wed an Indian girl, no matter how pretty she is! Which is why the entire ton is incredulous when a young man - a duke, no less! - offers his hand in marriage to the young daughter of the Marquess of Salford. Lady Eleanor finds it quite hard to believe that any gentleman would wish to marry her and instead of feeling grateful, all she feels is remorse and anger. A husband would only bring with him a mountain of restrictions that were detrimental to her plans of travelling the world - the land of her ancestors, in particular. So, when her parents sell her off to the duke, she realises that she no longer cares for society, her beloved father, or her reputation. And when the duke makes her an enticing offer, she realises she would have to abandon all sense of propriety, manners, and rules to do what he asks of her. She would have to defy. . * 1st Place Winner in HISTORICAL FICTION of the HIDDEN GEMS AWARDS * Featured in the "Diverse Fiction" reading list by @Ambassadors * Featured in the "Historical Fiction" reading list by @AmbassadorsIN * Featured in the "Ambassador's Monthly Picks (Oct 2025)", "War & Military" and "Historical DiverseLit" reading lists by @HistoricalFiction * Featured in the "Historical Adventures" and "DiverseLit Adventures" reading lists by @adventure