My back hits the nearest wall, as he pushes me back and cages me in his arm. I can smell his intoxicating cologne as he leans closer and whispers, "That was a very bad move, doctor. When I say something, I expect it to be obeyed. So what were you thinking?" I do the only thing that makes sense to me at the time. I deny it. "I don't know what you're talking about." He smirks, the vein bobbing on his forehead, dangerously. "I won't run again." I say knowing that it's a lie. He has kept me against my will, and I will bolt the first chance I have. He knows it as well as I do. "You and I both know you'll run just as I loosen my grip, doctor, so here's what will happen if you do." I see red dots appear on him, my best friend and only family, Attorney General James Prescott. Tears well up in my eyes as I turn to the man in front of me. My shivering hands crawl up his chest as I beg. "Please- he isn't involved in this. Let him go." He seems unaffected. Cold. Calculative. "Let's make a deal. You run, defy me, or so much as breathe without my permission, I'll blow your cupcakes brains. Deal?" "Deal" I manage a muffled whisper. 🥀 Juniper Darlington is a saviour. A surgeon. Someone who sees life in people. Someone who loves. Zachariah Winchester is a killer. Leader of the largest crime syndicate and a painful past. He seems to have it all, but he doesn't. When Juniper and Zachariah cross paths, destiny rolls the dice and makes them unwilling players in a game of love, betrayal, revenge and heartbreak. Who falls in love, who walks away unscathed, that depends on how they play the game. A game with no rules. No limits. No boundaries. Contains explicit rape/abuse. Proceed with caution. I repeat PROCEED WITH CAUTION! Copyrights ©️ Eleanor Wilson

🥀 Autumn. A season of falling leaves. Death and despair. Two people meet, and fall in love. Two star crossed lovers destined to have a fleeting moment of togetherness. When workaholic ethical hacker, Aayan Mir and carefree world tourist, Zara Mitchell meet one autumn evening, they are thrown into a world of blissful romance. But as the time they spend with each other increases, so does their differences. They realise they have very little in common and in the end are all the compromises made, worth it? Aayan comes from a conservative muslim family, and Zara comes from a rich family with no restrictions. With clashing cultures, and several heartbreaks, will their love make it? Will their young romance fight the world and essentially themselves, to flourish? 🥀 May contain mild mature scenes. And will contain heartbreaking text. Do come with tissues. Copyright © Eleanor Wilson.

(Completed) Carrying the bag pack, I run. I run from the man I love. The man who is the father of my unborn children. I brush past the security check, giving my ticket to the girl sitting outside the entry of the plane. She smiles at me. Fake. I smile back and pull the ticket from her outstretched hand, and rush to the entrance of the plane. That's weird. The whole plane is empty. I turn back, and there he is. Adrian Donati, my husband, the love of my life. "Please don't stop on my account." He says pinning me with his piercing greys. I look around. Escape tattooed in my brain. But I find none. "What did you think, that you could run from me and take my children with you?" He says getting up as he buttons his suit jacket. "They are not yours. You lost any right over them when you left me at the altar. Now they're just mine." I say, all sense leaving me. "Oh I got all rights over them, since the day my sperm made them up. And kitten, you're still my wife remember. This is not over." He says walking close to me. Way too close. Pulling me close by my waist, he rests his head on the crook of my neck, his lips brushing my skin ever so lightly as he speaks. "Quit running from me and come home. You're straining yourself and my children." He says as if it is the most normal thing to do. Savannah Greene. Hot-headed girl, whose seen her adoptive parents die right before her. All she wants in life is a good future for her adoptive brother Jackson, and freedom from her abusive aunt, Maria. Adrian Donati. Man of power and control. Has looks that can make you drop your panties. And gets what he wants, by hook or crook. And he loves his company above all. When these two meet, electricity cracks and sparks fly. Lips meet, hearts break, and profanities fly. But in the end will love save them both? Book one of the Billionaire Bad Boy Series. (Contains mature scenes and swearing.) #1 Ceo 21 October 2018 Copyright ©️ Eleanor Wilson.