True love never ends. At least mine won't... Part memoir, part essay collection, Confessions of a Mormon Bride: Essays on Love and Mormonism, explores the intersections of love and faith as the author makes her way to the wedding alter, assumes the role of wife, and navigates motherhood.

[Edited] "You had to be extremely low on cash to wank into a cup for it," Dani sneered, feeling like a vindictive bully in a playground. But Carlo deserved it. She felt the first sharp stab of fear that went through her heart when Carlo looked at her with thunder in his eyes. "What are you going to do now? Kill me?" she continued. Fingering the 9mm in her back pocket, she remembered that she'd never even shot the damn thing, despite her brothers' pleas to teach her. Carlo's shadow blanketed her. "Kill you?" His brow furrowed. "Do you really think that lowly of me, cara? I'm wounded." "Then what the hell do you want?" His face flashed with a look she barely recognised - pure arousal. Even when he reached out and pulled her to him, she could feel it. "I realised that the mother of my child is more of a spitfire than I thought." His lips brushed her earlobe. "Call me a pyromaniac." *cover by @bullethood*

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

(#1 ChickLit) WARNING: Being left at the altar in front of 500 wedding guests may lead to irrational behavior, causing you to go on your honeymoon alone. Other side- effects may include very bad hair, getting arrested, setting yourself on fire, landing up on a "Missing Poster" with the same bad hair and unexpectedly falling in love. BEING PUBLISHED SOON!

Grief-stricken over the death of the boss who was like a father to her, Olivia Bailey is left to deal with the aftermath--the arrival of his dashing but estranged son, Pierce Alexander. But she can't stand him and he doesn't trust her. Will working for the new CEO remain to be an impossible task? *** Olivia Bailey might be plain and boring, but she's content with her current lifestyle, working for the kind but lonely old man who owns Alexander Corporation. But his untimely death flips her simple life upside down. Now, she must deal with his estranged son, the heir to his business empire, together with the growing feelings building up between them. Will Olive manage to bear the pressure and issues cropping up along the way--or is this too much to ask? Disclaimer: This story won The Wattys 2014 People's Choice Award. Cover Design by Ashley Marie Bandy

I was forced into a marriage of my parent's choosing. Strapped down and saddled to a man who only cared about himself. I couldn't force myself out of the marriage because I had made a stupid move by signing a contract that I never knew about. Now here I was expected to pretend to be a very happy wife to one of Miami's ex-players or not so ex since he still was a player in our marriage. Confused and young Samantha never expected for her life to have a dramatic twist when her parents told her one night that she was to marry Devin Maker, a young infamous businessman. But what happens when two young adults are thrown into a marriage along with drama on each side. Will the pot sizzle with drama as events from their past become part of their present lives? #1 ChickLit 7/28/15 Disclaimer~ There are many grammar issues in the story that I have yet to fix. If that bothers you then I advise you to wait until I edit the chapters. If that is not a problem with you at all then happy reading. I will also be rewriting each chapter slowly.

2015 © S A F I E They never did fall into love. They were forced to marry each other for the sake of their companies. He hated her impulsive and silly ways. She hated his principles and the he way acted so authoritarian with his moods shifting uncontrollably makes her want to scream. But all of these lasted for only two years; many things can happen in that span of time and there's nothing that can prepare them with what Fate has in mind. With the divorce papers blocking their view, his hectic office schedules, her raging hormones and not to mention, a vengeful ex-girlfriend, how would Elle and Gabriel survive the odds? Is Elle going to agree to end the contract and leave Gabe so she can live her dreams? Or is she going to fight for her right and stay as "THE BILLIONAIRE's WIFE"