Excerpt: Like he was hot or wanted to jump out of his clothes, he takes off his blazer and puts it neatly on the back of his chair. He looses his tie and unbuttons the first few buttons of his shirt. "Clarissa." He breaths out and pinches the bridge of his nose. Oh no... he was calling her by her full name. Why? What did she do? What was so upsetting about wanting him back? "What?" She whispers "Is Regina still in your life?" "Clarissa." He drops himself back into his seat and lets out a breath. He puts his elbows onto the desk and steeples his fingers together. This was how he acted when he was stressed or backed into a corner. "Jacob, I know I wasn't perfect..." "Stop." He shows her his palm. "I don't want to hurt you anymore." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ PART 3 IN THE UNWANTED SERIES (The Alden sisters)

This is the sequel to 'His Unwanted Wife' Excerpt ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Get out! There is nothing left between us." Nathan yells. "What do you mean Nathan? We're married." His lips thinned. "My lawyer will be calling you about that." "Nathan." She pleads. "Why are you doing this? This isn't you." "Sabrina." He put a ton of emphasis on her name. "You don't know me, you don't have the slightest clue who I am. That sucker, you knew as a husband, no longer exist. You're going to see who Nathan Alden really is." He picks up the phone and hits a button. "Security, I have a woman here that needs to be escorted out of the building." End of excerpt What could possibly turn Nathan against Sabrina? ~~~~~~~~

Sabrina Reed is Nathan Alden's wife, but not by his choice... EXCERPT****** "I found her like this, sir," the guard announced. Sabrina stirred at the voice, blinking groggily and rubbing her eyes to chase away the blur clouding her vision. A towering figure stepped into focus. "What are you doing out here, Sabrina?" Nathan's voice was sharp, cutting through the fog of sleep. His jaw was tight, words pressed between clenched teeth. She blinked again, brushing hair from her face as she sat up. "What are you doing out here?" he repeated-louder this time, more demanding. He stood before her in a jet-black suit and white button-up shirt, sleeves rolled just enough to expose forearms clenched across his chest. His eyebrows were drawn tight, his eyes narrowed. "I came back late last night and... the guard was gone, so... I just fell asleep," she said softly, eyes lowering under the weight of his glare. He dismissed the guard with a silent nod, then stepped closer. "Where were you last night?" he asked, voice taut with suspicion. She yawned, trying to blink herself fully awake. "I've been volunteering at the animal shelter." "Get up," he ordered, tone clipped and harsh. "You expect me to believe that? Don't animal shelters close at a decent time?" She remained seated, her legs too stiff to move. "Yes, but-" "Get up!" he barked.

The edited version of this story is now available on Kindle . But this is the Raw version and you are welcome to it. Jenna Bradshaw's life looks perfect from the outside-a comfortable home, a successful husband, and two grown children. But beneath the surface, her world is crumbling. Over decades of quiet sacrifices, Jenna has lost herself, her voice drowned out by a loveless marriage, dismissive children, and the judgment of her husband's elitist family. She has become invisible in her own life, a shadow of the hopeful young artist she once was. When her best friend Sasha tragically dies in a car accident, leaving behind two foster children, Jenna is forced to confront the harsh truths of her existence. While taking on the care of Leah and Dylan, Jenna begins a journey of self-discovery and renewal, reigniting her passion for art and finding strength in her independence. However, her decision to walk away from her marriage is met with resistance from her husband, Troy, and their children, who fail to see the quiet pain she has endured for years. As Jenna builds a new life, she learns to confront her past, embrace her grief, and reclaim her identity. Along the way, she discovers that resilience lies in allowing herself to be vulnerable and in daring to demand the love and respect she deserves. Will Troy learn his lesson or is this goodbye forever?

Professor's Dark Desire [18+] - just as a warning this story contains themes of abuse, assault, and unhealthy relationships. If these topics are difficult for you, please read with caution because this story is definitely on the darker side of dark romance <3 ... "Tell me you little slut....." his hand moved from her thigh, nearing her soaking wet pussy. "Am I the first to touch you like this?" He paused, plunging his middle finger into her needy cunt. She let out a piercing cry as his finger grazed her tight hole. "Fucking answer me" he roared thrusting his middle finger in and out of her whilst devouring her clit, a feeling she was so unfamiliar to. He looked up at her, watching her helpless little face plead for mercy. "Answer......" She couldn't form a sentence "I-......" her eyes widened when he took her clit between his teeth as punishment for not answering. "Maybe......" Alejandro hated her response, it triggered him. He thrusted another finger into her earning another cry. "Who?" He demanded an answer as he angrily fingered her inexperienced pussy. Thrusting in and out in deep strokes, earning a guttural moan each time. "I'll fucking kill him" he spoke huskily, moving up to her jaw, harshly kissing it, still ploughing his fingers inside of her. "Tell me Yara, who the fuck has touched you like this" he bellowed, using his free hand to squeeze her jaw in a menacing grip, making her hiss. He withdrew his hand mid-stroke, bringing his drenched fingers up to her and shoving them in her mouth, making her taste her own juices. "Does he make you this wet?" He dug his fingers deeper into the back of the throat. Inflaming her gag reflexes. She let out a muffled sob.....