AVAILABLE NOW ON AMAZON KINDLE!! The king placed a finger under her chin and slowly lifted her face. "Mistress Desire, tell me your name." "I am Abigail Remington. My family calls me Abbie." She spoke softly. "You will open your heart to me Abigail Remington. You will be my queen. By my side is where you belong." Abbie has only ever wanted to be accepted by her father's family, especially her cousin Chelsea, the king's only mistress. From the moment they meet, His Majesty can't seem to take his eyes off of Abbie. For the past two years Chelsea has been the girl in his bed, but maybe she's not the one in his heart. One things for certain, a girl from the house of Remington will be queen. Only the king knows which cousin will sit on his throne. DOWNLOAD HERE 👉🏾 https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07KWM6WVD

Featured Story April 2018 Trinity Baudin was the spitting image of her mother or so she had been told. She was free spirited and wild. She took things in stride and constantly had a smile on her face and laughter on her lips...at least until she was angry and then she was a whole new person. Artair Buchanan was known for being rugged and rude. Woman fell at his knees because of his striking features and he took them as they came. He was a man with a warrior's heart and he aspired to stay that. He refused to be broken, especially by matters of the heart. He had seen the strongest of men fall to their deaths because of "Love" and he had no intentions of becoming one of them. He had seen the dark side of "Love" and hoped to never fall. What happens when Artair's father meets Trinity and decides that she's the key to unlocking Artair's frozen heart? Will love reign or will they be too stubborn to find happiness?

"Do you know what to do, Amunet?" A voice as sweet as silk whispered into the young girl's ear. Amunet didn't look over her shoulder, but shifted uncomfortably on her bare feet before nodding her head. A soft hand touched her back and urged her forward. All eyes turned towards the girl dressed in transparent linen with her dark hair tumbling down her back and her violet eyes lined by kohl. Every movement caused the jewels on her wrists and ankles to dangle and shimmer in the light. She raised her head and found the Pharaoh's transfixed stare. His jade eyes narrowed in on hers and the room became still and silent. Amunet bowed and, at the pluck of a harp string, began to dance. --- DISCLAIMER: this story is NOT historically accurate. It does not take place in any real time period and therefore there will be inaccuracies and areas that don't make sense in the context of "ancient Egypt." CONTENT WARNING: though this story is not explicit (sexual or otherwise), it does mention more mature themes that may be troubling to some readers, including but not limited to forced prostitution and miscarriage. cover by @Addietay