𝐖hen a young girl moves to Small Heath and finds that her last option in order to survive is to become a prostitute. Feeling ashamed and lonely, she finds herself being payed to sleep with no other than a Shelby. 𝐎𝐫 𝐖hen the brother of the man who is arguably the most feared man in Birmingham finds himself sleeping with a not-so-known whore, he soon realises that she is more than her job and for the first time in years, he is experiencing what he believed to be love. But will the young lovers journey be easy?

He was the conqueror. She was the sacrifice. He was powerful. She was unexpected. He was certain. She was uncertainty. He formed a nation. She formed his world. Together they would make history. ▪︎°▪︎°▪︎°▪︎

"I'm sorry to say my sister was born without a brain." "At least I was born with legs - OW !" ᚢᛁᚴᛁᚾᚴᛋ In which the daughter of Ragnar Lothbrok tries to navigate the world with her overbearing, older brothers breathing down her neck. Lost without her brothers, Tyra finds herself allied with a man she never would've thought. cover credit - @luckyvirgo 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑 - I don't own the show VIKINGS or any of their characters/plots/dialogue.

Scarred and broken from a disastrous marriage, Laura Maidstone vows never to love again. And it's not love, when she seduces Richard Armiger, Lord Albroke, on her library room floor. It's only desire. And anger. And loneliness. Which, as she discovers, can be quite as dangerous... COMPLETED

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~

"behind every powerful King, there's an even more powerful Queen" THE ORIGINALS PRE SEASON 1 + SEASONS 1-5 COMING SOON [ranked: #6 in the tudors, #9 in natalie dormer, #29 in anne boleyn 13/01/19]

Charlotte Cecil was always a beauty, elegant and refined in disposition. However, the moment she opens her mouth, all propriety of a lady is thrown out the window. With a rotten mouth and quite the head strong temper, it's no surprise that she's remained unmarried. However ever since her father passed away along with her freedom, Charlotte finds herself with no choice to marry on her brothers demands - or else be stripped of the life she's known. Handsome and devilishly charming, Jonathan Lennox fell in love with an angel. Well, a cruel one at that. But ever since he saw her, he was smitten by her looks and her personality. He was a man of challenge and he'd stop at nothing to get what he wanted. Since returning to London, Jonathan has one thing set on his mind. And that's taking a wife.

When the Hemmingway's go into debt, their only hope out of their dilemma is their daughter, Rhea. Rhea realizes the situation and immediately agrees to help her parents. But marriage? Not what she hoped for, especially when she had become known to the ton as a Wallflower. When it comes time for Rhea to meet her future beloved, she's shocked at how intense their bond is. Although Hadrian Vale abruptly refuses to marry the girl, he immediately has a change of heart when he meets her. But somebody has held a grudge against the Vale's, and soon Hadrian finds that his wife is being victimized for it. Can he protect the woman that he promised to cherish, in sickness and health? And maybe even the woman he's come to love?

Erika Lovet is used to being in the background, always in her sister's shadow. Since she was a child, her parents have always doted on Alice, have always wanted the best for her, while Erika, the other child, is always thought of second, but still expected to be like her sister. So, it's a surprise to everyone when the dashing Prince asks for Erika, and not her sister. Who knew that the only person to notice Erika first, just happens to be the one that every other girl in the land desires?

Roxana kept her head bowed as Alexander stepped towards the captives of war, sweeping his cloak behind him. He passed by all of the women with the indifference and sobriety that rivalled their fairness and beauty. "The Bactrian women are eyesores," His deep, passionate voice ran out, earning the chuckles of his generals. That was when she realized that a pair of feet in leather soles had stopped before her. Slowly, she looked up. She saw a pair of metal greaves on strong, sturdy legs. She saw a kilt and scaled armour securely tied off at the shoulders. On the centre of his chest was engraved a sun with a face drawn on it. Then she focussed her eyes on his chiselled jawline, then at his arrogant mouth, and then his mismatched but clear brown and blue eyes. Roxana's eyes widened. This was the greatest commander ever known on earth, the one who massacred thousands of citizens who revolted against him in Thebes, the one who had burned down the palace complex of Persepolis in one night, and the one who never lost a battle in his life. She wanted to look away from his intense gaze. But she lifted her chin a little higher and boldly locked her gaze with his. "What is your name?" He asked, his expression stone cold. She felt his hand touch a lock of her long, dark brown mane. His gaze bore into her eyes so piercingly that she decided to cast her head to the side. "Roxana, my lord." She replied. "Who is your father?" "Oxyartes, mighty warlord and nobleman of Sogdia." "Ah, Oxyartes. I know him. I know him very well," He smiled. Then he bent down so that the tips of their noses were almost touching. She could feel his warm breath which turned into mist in the freezing winter air. Roxana shivered. "Tell your father that I have come," He whispered, "And that his people are now my people."