Natasha Grayson knew she was not pretty. She was also not expecting great things from her meager life, with her father being a servant in the house of the Marquis of Crowcombe. She was treated like a maid servant by her wicked stepmother, whose only ambition was to send her baby brother Benjamin, off to boarding school and to keep Natasha slaving away in the kitchen. She wished life could be better for her and her brother. Then a chance encounter with the Marquis of Crowcombe seemed to alter her situation. Could there be hope?

Aleska Maric is a Russian soldier and a highly skilled specialist field operative. Her expert knowledge of the vast Amazon jungle and her tactical operational skills has her joining forces with a covert British Special Forces Unit tracking a fearsome and resourceful Cuban drug lord, hiding in the depths of the Amazon Basin; wanted for the murder of a senior British diplomat as well as the murders of several wealthy European businessmen. Aleska had no problem offering her services to the British Special Forces but it is the unbearable and insufferable Commanding Officer, Colonel Stone Bretton that she had unresolved issues with.

Lord Adrian Warble has found solace from the pain of unrequited love as the captain of a merchant ship. Having watched the woman he loved marry another man, he has vowed never to risk his heart again. But when his friend, the Duchess of Winterbourne, asks him to take on a new cabin boy with no experience, Adrian reluctantly agrees, unaware that this decision will change everything. Miss Olivia Newton is tired of waiting for the man she loves to realise how she feels about him. When Dash leaves for America, she decides it's time for action-or he might return with a bride-so she decides to follow him across the Atlantic. To avoid detection, she disguises herself as a cabin boy and secures passage on Adrian's ship. But as she navigates the challenges of shipboard life and gets to know the enigmatic Captain Warble, Olivia starts to question everything she thought she wanted.

A young, fearless, warrior must protect her clan and her land from enemies beyond her frontiers. She must also contain dissension from within her clan; execute wisdom, strategy and boldness as expected of the Tribal Chief. With her cruel mother dead at the hands of the elders of her very tribe and an ailing father who continues to provoke invasions; Chief Grisell Blane has her hands more than full. But she also has to content with an obnoxiously handsome neighbouring enemy who threatens her heart, whilst he is hated by her tribe. The strikingly beautiful, aristocratic Lady Chief must battle the enemies within and the danger beyond her borders, to prove she is capable of reigning as the Chief of the Dalmahoy clan. A title that is rightfully hers, held by the eldest child of Dalmahoy for centuries before her. Grisell Blane aims to hold her position as Chief of the Dalmahoy, but she must face many battles. Amongst them, one of treason and one of freeing her heart.

Sierra Lancaster has had an agonizingly mediocre life. She grew up in a happy home, made loyal friends, graduated college, and is now pursuing her dream of running her own bakery. Boring, right? A story like this wouldn't be one for the books. At least not until you bring a hot neighbour into the mix. A tall, brooding, shredded (like, wash your clothes on those abs shredded), and wildly successful sports agent. Interested yet? It gets better. Said neighbour isn't just a rando, but Sierra's childhood nemesis that made her formerly chubby days a living hell. Now we're talking, aren't we? Holden Rey has always been the golden boy. Holden...golden...you following? You'd think the bitchy universe would do its job and throw some karma his way but to no avail. Not only has he got it all, but he knows it too. He also still has it out for Sierra and resumes being a jack-ass of epic proportions (and his ass ain't his only epic proportion) as soon as he realizes who the new girl next door is. It's the same old story with these two except this time, there's unwilling attraction and sexual tension underneath all the hate. Is it just lust or does the bitchy universe actually have a plan? So maybe this story is one for the books after all. *A hilarious, enemies-to-lovers, romantic standalone. Rated 18+ due to mature content. All rights reserved to TheFeveredBookaholic.*

Olivia is a Language Translator; Fedor a Russian billionaire in the energy sector. They met whilst Olivia was translating on his behalf to a German delegation. The attraction was mutual, their passion undeniable, their fiery nights together in each others' arms, unforgettable... but commitment seemed to have gotten lost in translation...

His cold eyes moved from my face to all over my white lace dress with a clenched jaw. I felt weak in my knees but I was successful in keeping my brave face. "Nina is that you? You are looking so beautiful" he said while looking at me. I blushed I was still feeling burning holes in my back I gulp down nervously. "Have some drink?" he said while taking a glass from the waiter. "No she is leaving," said the harsh voice next thing I know champagne was all over my dress staining it and making me gasp. Before I could react he gripped my hand & dragged me near the pool area where no one could see us. I snatched my hand away from his tight grip "Why the hell you ruined my dress" I half yelled. "What the fuck you are doing at my party looking like a slut" he yelled angrily while pinning me to the wall. Listening to his words my blood boiled. "Let me guess you came here to ruin my mood by showing your ugly face," he said with an angry smirk letting me know his hate. "Stop giving yourself so much importance. I'm here for your mom. My face may be ugly but ugly souls like you are not even worthy of my life's single second" I said angrily and pushed him away from me but he didn't let me go away. "I can hide my ugly soul beside this face but ugly ducklings like you carry their ugliness which can't even be hidden by beautiful dresses because they stain everything around them with their ugliness" his words were hurting my soul. I won't give him the privilege to see my tears. With all my power I pushed him making him stumble and fall into the pool. "Happy birthday," saying that I tried to walk away with a victory smirk but he didn't let me go. Things he did to me after that still send a shiver down my spine. One thing was clear that day I would never want to see his face again in this life. But I don't know why the hell I am standing in front of him in church wearing a wedding gown. Looking at his victory angry smirk plastered to his face with my glassy eyes.

She has everything a woman could ask for in her life but why does she feel that there's still missing? Emerald St. Clair world's renowned supermodel had it all, wealth, fame, and family who loves her. All of her sisters are now happily married, thanks to their prying Granddad. She isn't ready to marry and have a family on her own. She is fine with the way her life moves, traveling to one country after another. Her grandfather promised not interfered with her life in one condition: become the model of the latest jewelry collection of St. Clair Diamonds and travel to the exotic location of Saqr for the photoshoots. Before she could think twice she agrees if that's the only thing to make her grandfather stops breathing under her neck. But a series of unfortunate events at the exotic country Emerald found herself at the mercy of her archenemy, no other than Khalil Al-Farsi!

SYNOPSIS Lady Madison Sanford dreams of a blissful life being married to a gentleman with a title, and settling down to a contented life, taking her place as a lady in the ton, providing her husband with many heirs. She accepts an offer from, Lord Rankin, the Earl of Swain, but enter Mr. Chadwick Rochester who does not have a title, but plenty of masculine good looks, brooding eyes, and an arrogance that just does not bode well with the superior Lady Madison. So why is it when she contemplates her blissful life, it is the face of Mr. Chadwick Rochester that her mind conjures as her betrothed...?

Lady Fallon Brightmore secretly thought the Earl of Hampton, Braeden Kerrich, rather dashing. But at their first encounter, it was to her elder, fair sister that he smiled with the attraction a gentleman has for a lady. Lady Fallon felt crushed and determined her heart will never rule her....even while a rebellious streak within her plotted to set to rights the damnable rogue who had the reputation of a libertine. She would never accept an offer from him... if he ever made one to her. Braeden Kerrich, Earl of Hampton is in need of a wife. It should not be too difficult to find a suitable maiden, not with his impeccable credentials. Infact there should be a list the size of his arm. So why is the most alluring debutant, Lady Fallon Brightmore, not falling for his unquestionable charm?