{𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘛𝘏𝘙𝘌𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠 } Hudson Tempest's an enigma nobody's capable of solving. Darkness has been moulded into his skin, running through him as easily as his blood. More than he's ever allowed anyone to see. Swept up into a world of sin and deviance, Hudson Tempest was broken as a boy and shattered several times over the course of his life. Made to be cruel and forced into a pool of self-destruction, a life that will only ruin him if it continues. Death has been the only thing in sight to him, for a long time. But how hard it is to save someone, who wants to let themselves drown. Val Emerson's the embodiment of light. A heart that outpours warmth like she was made to love, from the very moment she was born. The sunny side up sort of girl with an affinity for the sea, and smiles. When the cruelest of them all and the happiest of them all collide. When her hatred turns into a desperate desire to save the most broken of them all, far past salvation. When his hatred morphs into something he promised not to feel. Opposites. Dark, to light. Whole, and broken. Rivals, in all they do. Until somewhere along the way, they find themselves falling into each other's arms. Somehow, into each other's clashing hearts. <3

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐄𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝...𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭," 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝. Born into a world of wealth, privilege, and expectations, there's Eira Thorsen, a talented ballerina with dreams of securing a place at one of the world's top dance companies. Her life is a carefully curated performance-perfect hair, impeccable posture, and her unspoken drive to succeed. Her passion is her poison and it is only a matter of time before it kills her and behind that polished and impeccably orchestrated veneer of hers, lies a yearning for something real, something unfiltered. "𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐙𝐞𝐤𝐞. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮," 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝. Ezekiel Beckett is a different story. Smart with the side of an addiction. Smoking, the only way he knows how to cope, his home away from home, the only way he can deal with his life crumbling before his eyes. Ezekiel is the exact opposite of Eira, broke, struggling to make ends meet and look after his sister all whilst stuck in a constant spiral of a habit he couldn't seem to break or escape despite his wit shining through the haze of his addiction. His rough edges and turbulent life seem worlds away from Eira's poised existence but somehow, they make do. 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬. Later... 𝐒𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨.

Whistleblower is now published as a Paperback, and E-book with W by Wattpad Books. As Wattpad reader you can read the original version and get details for Published book inside. ***** A journalism major gets tangled up with the beloved quarterback of her university's football team when she uncovers a scandal involving his coach. ***** Laurel Cates is a people-watcher. She's determined to get through college without stepping on any toes or causing a scene, and so far, it's going pretty well. But when Laurel uncovers a scandal involving the head coach of Garland University's beloved football team, she knows she has to do the right thing. Even if her classmates don't believe her. Even if her boss tries to fire her from the side job she desperately needs. Even if the heart-of-gold quarterback, Bodie St. James, seems hell-bent on hating her for writing the article that got Coach Vaughn put under criminal investigation (a feat which proves difficult when Laurel and Bodie wind up in the same group for a class project in BIO 108: Human Sexuality). ***** (#9 NewAdult, #3 TeenFiction. The Fiction Awards nominee for Best Romance, Best Diverse, and Best Overall. Reader's Choice Award finalist.) © 2020 Kate Marchant

"𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈 𝒖𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍." - 𝑺𝒉𝒓𝒗𝒚𝒂 "𝑰 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑳𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕." - 𝑽𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝑨 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔, 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍. Lovers to enemies ᯓ★ He vanished for five years, leaving her with a marriage no one knows about and a silence that still chokes her. Now Vedarth Malhotra is back colder, unreadable, watching her like a shadow reborn. What does he want from Shrvya Sehgal now... forgiveness, revenge, or her entire life?

In the brutal 15th century, where empires rose and fell on blood-soaked sands, an enmity demanded a merciless price. Agnijeet, the ruthless Rana of Mewar. He was carved from iron, reeking of war, and driven by a thirst of enimy's blood. He takes what he wants and crushes what stands in his way. Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, as blood rained over sword and shield, his lethal trajectory collided with a sudden web of cunning deceit and a captivating pair of green eyes. When the dust of that violent siege settles, he claims a war bride. She is dragged into his world of grand palaces and lethal shadows. With striking green eyes and a mind steeped in subtle deception, she is far more than a helpless captive. She carries dark secrets that could burn Mewar to ash, playing a dangerous game of power, hunger, and forbidden temptations beneath her veils. "Shohar? Kis baat ke shohar? Kis haq ki begum?" Dilshana's voice rang clear and fierce. "Hum is zabardasti ke rishte ko, is shadi ko sire se kharij karte hain! Na yeh magroor sipahsalar humare shohar hain, aur na hum inki begam! Jahan rishte zor-zabardasti aur lahu ki pyas par bandhe jayein, wahan sirf nafrat paida hoti hai. Hum is Iblis ko apna shohar kabhi nahi maanenge!" (Husband? Husband by what right? Wife by what right? I reject this forced relationship, this marriage completely! Neither is this arrogant commander my husband, nor am I his wife! Where relationships are tied by force and bloodlust, only hatred is born. I will never accept this devil as my husband!) Their marriage is a battlefield of powerplays and dark desire. As the lines between cold hatred and searing passion begin to blur in the quiet hours of the night, a far more dangerous question emerges. In a world built on deceit, betrayal, and relentless bloodshed, can two sworn enemies ever find true love, or will they simply destroy each other in the fire of their own vows?

" You are special to me..."

𝑺𝑨𝑳𝑽𝑨𝑮𝑬 || "i'm not going anywhere. not tonight, not tomorrow... i'll stay, as long as you let me." _𝘐𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘺 𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 , 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 •󠁯󠁯 ᵈᵃʳᵏ ʳᵒᵐᵃⁿᶜᵉ 󠁯•󠁏 ᵒᵇˢᵉˢˢⁱᵛᵉ ᵇᵉʰᵃᵛⁱᵒʳ/ ˢᵗᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ 󠁯•󠁏 ᴾᵀˢᴰ / ᵗʳᵃᵘᵐᵃ ʳᵉᶜᵒᵛᵉʳʸ 󠁯•󠁏 ᵈᵒᵐᵉˢᵗⁱᶜ ᵃᵇᵘˢᵉ 󠁯• ˢᵐᵘᵗ {ᵐⁱˡᵈ}

After discovering our boyfriend has been cheating on us, the last thing we want is another man complicating our life. Then we meet Leon Kennedy. Cocky. Sarcastic. Infuriatingly confident. The kind of man we should run from... and somehow the one who gets under our skin within minutes. He's supposed to be nothing more than a random encounter with a stranger. Someone we meet once and never see again. At least, that's the plan. But apparently, fate has a terrible sense of humor. When Leon unexpectedly walks back into our life, ignoring the attraction between us becomes harder than it should be. Because behind that teasing smile and impossible-to-read attitude is a man who seems determined not to let us get too close. Too bad he doesn't seem particularly interested in staying away either. Between teasing, tension, desire, and feelings neither of us planned for, one thing quickly becomes clear: Some encounters last only a few minutes. Others are enough to change everything. © All rights reserved.

"I don't understand." I shook my head. "What happened? You said the house was safe. That no one could get in. You said I was safe." He fisted the bare pillow, breathing heavily through his nose. "We were fucking set up." Dark curls stuck to my face, snagged by the beads of sweat that dripped down my temples. I retreated at that, leaving him alone on the bed. "I knew this was going to happen." "What?" His brow furrowed. "One of your people betrayed me once already." My voice came gravelly and dark. "That's the real reason I'm here." Impatient, pained breaths shuddered from his lips. "I need you to tell me the truth, Kendra." I hesitated. "... I can't." "Bullshit." He snapped at me. "I need to know what the hell is going on." "I can't." I stressed the words this time. "That's not good enough." The menace in his voice was worse than shouting. Every instinct in my body screamed at me to run. Instead, I remained frozen to the motel carpet. "You're a federal agent. I can't... I don't..." The words slipped through my fingers. I exhaled, defeated. "There's no way for me to know I can trust you." Anger molded his features, blue eyes going glacial. "I took a fucking bullet for you." My defenses crumbled. "You didn't know who you were protecting." His gaze sharpened. "Tell me the truth. Are you dangerous?" The question struck deeper than it had any right to. There was no reason for him to trust me. No reason for me to expect him to. But the way he looked at me didn't promise suspicion. It promised something else. Something far more terrifying. His fingers tightened around his gun.

Part 2 of the Kalika Empire series. Saahiti, the daughter of Mahamatya Kumarasena, is a jewel among women with great intellect. All of Ambikapuram knows about her knowledge and intellect. No man ever dares to approach her directly to express interest in her due to fear of incurring the Emperor's wrath. Saahiti is his favorite child. Abhijit cannot be bound by rules of the Emperor. He doesn't fear incurring his wrath. But will Saahiti, whose life is largely entwined in Vedanta and Philosophy, find her way to live in the world of politics, murder plots, and kitchen politics?