Outside London at the Kelton Manor Amada Herrington attends a boring house party, vowing to leave the next day she retreats to her bed chamber. She had promised her late father the Earl of Covington that she would marry but so far no men have appealed to her. She misses the days sailing with her father onboard his sailing ship The Free Spirit. Having what she thought was a sensual dream Amanda awakes in her dark bed chamber to pain to find a man in her bed then moments later her the door to her bed chamber is thrown open by the Earl of Kelton along with several other party goers. Devlyn Maddox, Duke of Warrick is shocked to learn the bed chamber he'd been directed to by his mistress is occupied by Lady Amanda Herrington, innocent victim of his love making. Now he must marry her by special license and then determine if she was party to this supposed accident or the innocent victim of whatever mischief his mistress was up to. After their marriage Devlyn travels with his new wife to Warrick Abbey then promptly leaves her to return to London without a word to Amanda when he would return. After spending two weeks alone Amanda returns to London to see her new husband arm and arm in the park with another woman. Upset Amanda informs her Aunt Geraldine she is leaving England for good not wanting to remain married to Warrick. Along with her father's first mate, Myles Cameron, Amanda purchases The Free Spirit and departs England for America. Twelve years later she returns along with a secret to learn Warrick had their marriage annulled and she is free to marry Myles Cameron.

Lady Annabelle never imagined her future could be sealed so tight. she had high hope of blossoming and becoming more than a mere wife to a man who would do nothing but disrespect her. when Sir George walked into the study, she knew the road ahead was a rough one. her father's strength she inherited helped get through all the humiliation and lack of love from the one man she swore to never love. When he comes back for her this time her fate lies... In her hands A big thank you to @palominogurl for making the book cover....

[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*

Known for their beauty, the Campbell sisters have many men vying for their hands, but as Lady Emma was the eldest, she was to become Laird of Castle Campbell. She was the most sought after for any man to marry her would one day help her rule the Campbell Clan. After her shocking kidknapping and many months of searching, Laird Campbell, his lady wife and their other two daughters mourned the daughter and sister that they loved with all their hearts. Sir Andrew McKenna, heir to the McKenna Clan was the eldest of fours sons. He was a trained and hardened warrior, his Da was grooming him to take over as Laird one day. He fights with strength and power, he commands attention and is given it. Gone was the hardended warrior the day he found Lady Emma, brutally beatened, raped and left for dead. He became gentle and caring. He vowed he would protect the lass with his body, but he never expected the lass would go straight to his heart.

"I want my very own castle; I want tons of servants and men throwing themselves at my feet. I want to be pampered and rich. I want my own bloody fairy tale!" Unfortunately even wishes never went smoothly for Sarah. Instead of getting her happily ever after Sarah was unceremoniously dumped into a world that was both completely alien and chock full of intrigue and peril as well. She got the castle and servants all right but she also got plenty more that wasn't listed in the programme. Now all she could do was bide her time and pray for a way out of the mess before it was too late. Iain McLaughlin swore he'd never marry an Englishwoman. Infamous as the Black Wolf of the Highlands the gruff warrior was used to having everything his own way. But circumstances had a way of changing in the blink of an eye. Even a great laird isn't immune to the dictates of fate. So now he had no choice but to ride forth and claim his prize, whether he wants it or not however is another matter entirely.

Lady Amelia Grey is too rich, too quiet and very insecure. In a society where impressions and arranged marriages are popular, Amelia needs a husband. When she miraculously marries the oh-so-handsome Lord Pierce, he can't stand the sight of her! However, when Amelia is abandoned by her husband of two days, everything changes and when he returns, nothing is the same, including Amelia. Will it be second time lucky for Lady Amelia and Lord Pierce?

"Our next is a girl of eighteen summers. She has smooth, unblemished skin and has been schooled in the arts of love and seduction. But most of all, she is untouched." my auctioneer and captor said as he paraded me in front of the men. They eyed their fill of my body but they were forbidden to touch. "Bidding starts at two hundred pieces of silver." I was returned towards the stage as the men stated their prices. I was a rare commodity: a slave girl yet untouched, eighteen, fertile when the land has been struck with a plague that left women barren. The price for me reached eight hundred silver coins and many have already backed down. "Two hundred gold coins!" a man spoke up. It was he, the man who stared at me with passion and desire in his eyes moments ago. That was quite a sum for a slave! "Two hundred gold coins going once, twice... Sold to the King of Ivaris!" the auctioneer shouted. There it was. My fate was sealed. I am a love slave and it is just my luck that I am sold to the same cruel king that destroyed my kingdom. *A story of love, of gods and goddesses, of reincarnation and magic, intrigue and betrayal, of kings and war...*

She's everything he never thought he'd need. She's his dash of whiskey in a teacup..... Whiskey in a Teacup, is the story of one man's journey from the darkest of despair, to the discovery of light in the most unexpected of sources. Danny Delaney has the world ripped from beneath his feet, as a catalogue of painful encounters threaten to destroy him. Just as he begins to lose his grip, he meets a woman vastly different to anyone he has ever met before. Whiskey in a Teacup is a tale of betrayal, self discovery, and having the courage to take a leap of faith.

I used to think my husband was the most powerful and intimidating man in Greece. That was until my whole world was flipped upside down in a split second by an unknown stranger. Then I began to realise that there will always be someone richer, stronger, more powerful than my husband and the man I thought I knew everything about, was not really who I thought he was. [[WARNING: SOME CHAPTERS OF THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!]] Cover made by the amazing: @wrappedinamystery Completed: 1/4/16 ChickLit: #16 Romance: #10

[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."