To save her family from financial ruin, Annaliese Dawson agrees to marry a stranger. She knows that the arrangement would probably never lead to love, but as the two begin to trust each other, could it be that they have a chance at true love? ***** Matthew Cassidy is a widower baronet with three young children. Convinced that his children deserve a mother, a marriage is promptly arranged between Matthew and Annaliese, a pair that have never met, and are complete opposites. What will it take to bring these two together? They have but one chance to get it right. [[word count: 80,000 - 90,000]] Cover designed by Morgan Sangster

------------------------ This is book THREE of the series, so if you haven't read book one (When The Sun Goes Down) or book two (Chasing Stars) I would suggest you do so before indulging in this piece. (: ------------------------ You were there when they met... You were there when they fell in love... Now be a part of.... The End. Experience the lies The betrayal The danger And the love One. Last. Time.

[Edited Version] "We only read erotica," Fiona said with a straight face. "Come again?" I asked, clutching my copy of Jane Eyre to my chest. I suddenly felt like a girl who'd come to a fancy-dress party dressed as herself. "Oh, come on, Janelle," Fiona smiled, pulling my hand and leading me into the room. The light in the library was dimmed to a dull glow, and then I heard a man's voice reading: "I entered her from behind, squeezing the taut skin of her buttocks and driving myself even deeper, until..." Somewhere in the dark, I heard moans of pleasure and the unmistakable yowl of a climax... [Cover by @headfullofstars]

Two very different worlds. Two very different men. And one woman who has to choose between the life that she knew and the one that lies ahead... ----------------------------------------------------------------- Gillian Clarke finds herself thrust into a new world- a subject to sorcery and witchcraft, brought by the harsh realities of fate. The time? 1713, in fact. Oh yes, life is suddenly very different for a 21st century girl from Florida. Not to mention the fact that this fate- is not her own. It's the calling to a man she's only known for a few short weeks- Symon Macintosh, the man destined to lead, destined for power. This sick twist of fate seems to have brought her along for the ride. That is until she meets another man, a healer, and suddenly the two worlds, once so clear, begin to blur, forcing her to realize that maybe, just maybe, she is part of something much bigger than herself.

Lady Cassandra Whitlock, the sister of the wealthy Duke of Somerhall, knows what is expected of young ladies in the ton such as her. She is to marry a wealthy, preferably titled, man and is to have no expectations of his fidelity. She is to remain subservient to him. However, she's never been good at meeting expectations. She is fully prepared to remain a spinster for the rest of her life until, in London, she encounters the Earl of Hawthorne, Christopher Weston, a secluded man but one who challenges all of her beliefs about society. She is instantly drawn to this elusive Lord Hawthorne, but is the farthest from prepared as one can be for an attachment.

After the murder of my uncle and three ranch hands, I was arrested for a crime I didn't commit and tossed into prison for first degree murder. I expected to live out my life sentence, filled with violence and uncertainty. But when my circumstances change once again, three years later, I'm released and paid a hefty sum for my silence. Determined to move on with my life I move back to the farm my deceased uncle left me. Things soon become complicated when the ranch stock soon begin turning up dead and strange men come knocking on my door. *Forth book in The Mate series. No you don't have to read the previous books.* Cover by IsaSecret.

⭐️A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY⭐️ Completed! ✅ Darkness comes to Earth and unexpectedly finds his unborn, human soulmate. Join Lark, a winged, fanged, all-powerful god and future King of The Order on his journey as he breaches the unknown gap between his superior kind and the much despised, lowly human race. Love, life, and many unique challenges and tribulations ensue while he takes on the extremely tricky task of raising his soulmate. For him, there is no choice, but will Bronwyn choose him in the end or her human life? Will their serenade ever begin? 🥇1st Place Fantasy/Sci-Fi Winner of The Chaos Awards 2 🥇1st Place Fantasy Winner of The Wicked Awards 🥇1st Place Vampire Winner of The Golden Awards - (Perfect 80/80 score) 🥇1st Place Fantasy Winner of The Snowflake Awards 🥇1st Place Fantasy Winner of The Monthly Queen Awards 🥇1st Place Fantasy Winner of The Star Blazer Awards 🥇1st Place Fantasy Winner of The Literary Awards 🥇1st Place Fantasy Winner of The Sunset Awards 🥇1st Place Fiction Winner of The 2018 Rise Awards 🥇1st Place Fantasy Winner of The Magical Awards 2018 🥇1st Place Adventure Winner of The Crazziest Wins Awards 🥇 1st Place Fantasy Winner of The Wattpad Wonder Contest 2018 🥈2nd Place Sci-Fi Winner of The Shooketh Awards 🥈2nd Place Fantasy/Sci-Fi Runner Up of The Phoenix Wars 🥈2nd Place Horror/Paranormal Winner of The Breathtaking Awards 🥉3rd Place Sci-Fi Winner of The Phantom Awards 🥉3rd Place Sci-Fi Winner of The Runaway Awards 🥉3rd Place Fantasy Winner of The Flower Awards 🥉3rd Place Fantasy Winner of The Sunshine Awards 2k18 🏆Named "Unique & Original", "Best Male Character", & "Host's Favorite" at The Flower Awards ⭐️Rated #1 in Monster, #1 in Unique, & #1 in Explicit, & #1 in One of a Kind by Wattpad

*This is a FREE book with PAID exclusive chapters* [The Dad I'd Like to F*ck] "You should be careful," Devin said calmly, bending over to scoop Rory into his arms. "This bathtub can get incredibly slippery." "So I noticed," she said dryly. Mortified, she noticed how erect her nipples were. They stabbed the air like tiny knives of arousal and she was positive that Devin had noticed. "I think I can walk now," she said quickly. To her relief, he set her on the ground and reached for her towel. "This is the second time I'm rescuing you," he said, in that quiet way Rory was beginning to recognise as his annoyed tone. "Let's not make it a habit." Rory tightened the towel around herself, wincing from the motion. "I slipped in the tub. Hardly a rescue." A dirty look crossed his face. "I haven't had sex in two years, Rory. Consider yourself rescued..." He turned to leave "...from me." She was speechless. For starters, this had been the longest conversation she'd ever had with Devin Shaw and, secondly, she was positive that he wasn't as crazy as he let everyone believe he was...

[Edited Version] “You ever think about letting your hair loose?” Ashton asked, his breath kissing Amor’s neck as they waltzed. “My hair’s fine,” Amor snapped in annoyance. Ashton chuckled. “That’s not what I meant.” His hands slowly hiked up the hem of her dress and her breath caught. “What are you doing?” She uneasily glanced around at the dancing couples. “Giving a new meaning to dirty dancing,” he replied quietly. And he entered her. [Cover by @zarawhite]

[SAMPLE] Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. "I heard a scream," he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed. Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarrassment won. "Everything's fine," she muttered, trying to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out. "But you screamed." "Because I came, Reed." His bewilderment only grew. "Came where?" And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life. So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin. "I had an orgasm, Reed." She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his cock she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head - not that she was trying. Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her. She pulled her sheets away.