Forced into marriage by duty and obligation, The Duke and Duchess of Rothbury parted ways a week after saying their vows under the explicit understanding that theirs was a marriage in name only. There would be no expectations of love, fidelity, or romance. The Duke hates the American Heiress who married him only for his title, completely unaffected by the senseless tragedy that had made their marriage necessary in the first place. When an illness forces him to retire to the country, he makes sure to choose the property where his wife wouldn't be. Except that she is, and she is still as insufferable as ever. The Duchess resents the man who killed her youthful dreams of love and abandoned her to live his bachelor life unencumbered. When she is jilted by her lover, and faced with inevitable ridicule, she decides to retire to her beloved estate in Cornwall, where she runs an orphanage. Never once does she expect to run into her cold, selfish, insufferable arse of a husband! Forced into each other's company by circumstance, the couple begin to unravel their individual prejudices. Resentment turns into respect and friendship. Respect and friendship soon turn into attraction and affection. Was love closer than either one of them could ever have imagined? And that begged the question; can the Duke win his wife's favor, or is it far too late to make their marriage a love match? Cover by MuniWilliams.

"𝘾'𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨" 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 "𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙢𝙖"

"𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯' 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯' 𝘸𝘪𝘵' 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮"

"You could tell me you love me a million times over, but them words don't hold no weight in my heart till you show me. Show me you love me, and you can have all of me." cover by: @britxcvi

Highest rank #14 LOVE--- Twenty-two-year-old Laliana Summers can hardly believe it when she becomes a famous author. But the dream slowly becomes a nightmare when a mysterious stalker breaks into her home. This person knows everything about her, and soon being in the spotlight becomes Laliana's own personal hell, with nowhere to hide. --- Forced into a decision that leaves her with no privacy, Laliana is stuck with a bodyguard to watch over her until the stalker is found. And this particular, breathtakingly handsome bodyguard is proving to be a terrible distraction for her ability to focus on writing. ---------------------------------------------------- ▪️FEATURED on @crime's Reading List! ▪️FEATURED on @TeenFiction's "Funny Bones" Reading List! ▪️FEATURED on @NA "Reads of the Month" Reading List! ▪️FEATURED on @NA "Hold my Wine | Chicklit" Reading List! ▪️FEATURED on @ContemporaryLits's "Contemporary Romance" Reading List! ▪️FEATURED on @PsychologicalNovel "Triggering Romance" Reading List! ▪️FEATURED on @NewAdultReads "Featured" Reading List! ▪️FEATURED on @WattCliches "Beating Hearts" Reading List! ---------------------------------------------------- Copyright- @AuthorCassidyKate Cover created using CANVA PRO Started- 03/31/2021 Highest Ranks: ❊#1 in Relationship - 11/08/2021 ❊#1 in Comedy - 01/14/2022 ❊#4 in Chick Lit - 07/19/2021 ❊#1 in Bodyguard - 08/16/2021 ❊#14 in LOVE - 02/07/2024 ❊#6 in Young Adult - 02/29/2024 ❊#3 in Love Story - 02/07/2024 ❊#41 in Romance - 08/13/2021 ❊#9 in Humor - 08/29/2021 ❊#5 in New Adult - 07/31/2021 ❊#1 in Contemporary Lit - 05/31/2021 ❊#10 in Author - 06/02/2021 ❊#1 in Secret - 09/08/2021 ❊#1 in Crush - 10/02/2021 ❊#2 in Life - 04/28/2022 If you are reading this story on any platform other than Wattpad, you are at risk a malware attack.

Hyacinthe Claiborne is simple. She's an introvert, a foodie, and can't go a day without reading a good book. But between classes and daily naps, she's come to the conclusion that she's wasting her college experience. So, when a dare makes her create a Tinder profile, Hyacinthe isn't worried. After all, it's not like she'll fall in love. Justice Davis is complex. He's made it his mission to do everything that could possibly end up on a bucket list, including making a Tinder profile. He barely uses it anyway, but Hyacinthe is making an offer he can't refuse. ---- Best rankings: #2 in Contemporary #1 in Black Love The cover and the story are created by me, so please uphold the copyright (ALL RIGHTS RESERVED). Thanks for the support.

**AVAILABLE ON AMAZON** https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06X9T331Y Crissy Atwood is on the mend after a disastrous break up with her fiance two years ago. It doesn't help that Valentine's Day is right around the corner and she works at a coffee shop, baking sweet treats for couples and trying desperately to ignore the loneliness in the pit of her stomach. When a gorgeous firefighter walks into her life, Crissy soon finds herself falling headfirst into a steamy romance unlike anything she's ever experienced before. **This work contains sexual content. Please read at your own discretion.* All work is property of Charlotte French, any duplication or reproduction of all or part of the work without explicit permission by the author is illegal. © Copyright 2015. Ranked: #54 in Romance, 3-8-17 #1 in Bakery, 3-19-19 #2 in Firefighter and Steamyromance, 3-19-19 #5 in Cosmoreads, 3-19-19 #1 in ContemporaryRomance, 4-5-19

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION

*Completed* "I just want to know why." I say as I turn over, trying to find his figure through the dark of my room. "Why what?" He asks. "Why you're being so nice to me." I say quietly, vulnerability seeping into my words. "How we even became friends." He sighs, "I want to know how." I scrunch my brow. "How what?" His response is soft, the opposite of his sarcastic personality. "How you don't see it." ******* Reagan Holt was about as average as a high school student could be. She didn't play any sports, didn't participate in the popular activities, and wasn't the girl all the boys chased after. All except one boy. He wrote her a letter every week. Each letter described something new for him to love about her. Whether it was how beautiful her laugh was or how his heart swelled with every smile she gave, he never failed to write how he felt. So the two should be together, right? That's the way Reagan wants it, but there's just one problem. He signs his letters "Love, Anonymous." Now add an obnoxious, conceited, sex god into the equation and you get a teenage girl confused on who really loves her. The sweet, tender written anonymous lover, or the cocky, ignorant asshole? -REVIEWS- "You create such wonderful characters and I can't wait to see what happens next!" VampireSa5m41993 "Thank you for wonderful dogs and little brothers and eccentrically hormonal best friends!" -Nat-Attack "I am totally hooked on this book!" nbazinet "I love the way the story flows and that you have really roundabout characters. It's as if they're real while I'm reading!" life_is_beautiful115 "Your work is literally art." lemonsun123 "Every time I read this book it just makes me smile." Nicooole97 Cover by: -winterr

He's popular. I have one friend. He's outgoing. I'm quiet. He has a girlfriend. I'm alone. I'm shy and he's purely arrogant. But they say like forces repel and opposites attract. And we're complete opposites. ════════ "Hello, my name is Juliette Hunter and I think you're an asshole" I said to him, turning my body away so I could, once again, try and grab the book I so desperately needed. "Your turn" I added, after a moment of silence, realising that he was too stunned to speak. His recovery was lightning fast however, as he replied with "Hi Juliette, my name is Levi Knight" He paused, allowing his eyes to roam my body, slowly taking me in from head to toe. I looked him in the eyes, defiant in not allowing him to get to me, as my cheeks began to burn. "And I think you could qualify as one of the most beautiful girls I have ever laid eyes on" he continued smoothly. I couldn't think of a smart remark in response to what he had said so I mumbled a "fuck off" before returning to the bookshelf, I was sure my face turned crimson. "Just out of curiosity," Levi continued, now leaning against the bookshelf. I wasn't going to warn him about the fact that it was slowly tipping over. "You're single right?" I wasn't going to tell him that his assumption offended me either. Instead I replied with "Just out of curiosity" I said in a mocking tone "You're single now too, aren't you?" "You're a feisty one, aren't you?" "You're not gonna leave me alone, are you?" I muttered, attempting once more, to grab the book I so badly needed for English. "You're really hot, you know?" "You're really annoying, you know?"