All Fiona O'Toole ever dreamed of was running her own millinery shop and seeing her creations worn on the general public. Easier said than done, if you're a woman, and Irish! Sick of being turned down in business just because she happens to be both those things, with nowhere else to turn except to perhaps a brothel, Fiona O'Toole does the unthinkable: she agrees to be a mail order bride, and travels out west to meet her intended, with the hope she'll be able to open that shop as well. Unlucky at love and tired of being alone, Edward Townsend sends away for a mail order bride in search of a perfect match without all the fuss and work of courting. But Edward isn't prepared for the woman who answers his ad, or her lofty ambitions, and what happens next is anyone's guess! Will Fiona be too much woman for the narrow-minded, small town banker, or will Edward be able to tame this "Wild Irish Rose," and in the process perhaps learn something about himself before someone else captures her heart?

THIS STORY IS NOW AVAILABLE ON REAM! Check my page for more information. Thank you !!! Beware: Adult content. MATE BOND. DARK FANTASY. Three men. A Fallen King, A Dark Fae, and a stubborn shapeshifter. -- I'm moaning, eyes closed as I imagine those glowing eyes and rough hands running over every inch of my body. So many things those two could've done to me, had I been stupid enough to offer myself up. I wanted to be their fucking dinner, and that disgusted me. But I didn't care as I carried myself to edge, my eyes slightly open as I reach my destination. The orgasm wracking through me with cruel intentions as my eyes meet the glowing silver ones that dance with desire. I'm not sure if I'm screaming with pleasure or fear as the wicked Fae begins a slow walk across my bedroom, his eyes on the opening between my legs as they continue to shake.

(Wattpad Picks - Up and Coming List - 06.07.2018) There are three things Dalia is sure of about her life. She will always refuse to join her Mother's ranks, her luck is absolute shit, and her boss might be in the running to beat that wench as The Devil. When one giant mishap forces her into a massive debt, she has no choice but to stick it out with a boss that's hellbent on making her pay for it. But is there no more to The Devil than just a brooding demeanor and an ill temperament? Or can he help Dalia finally find a place to ground her? With the Red-Haired heathen on her heels and what she deems as indefinite servitude to pay off her debts, Dalia is about to find out. **Warning** There is strong language included. Possible triggers: Assault, Homelessness, some violence. I will also be keeping any author notes at an all-time low to maintain a steady story flow. Have questions? Feel free to comment or PM me! (All rights reserved) [Cover Design Credit to @seyachowdhury]

Once we are alone, he turns to me, "We need to work on your acting skills. How can a commoner be such a bloody awful liar? Don't you learn that when you are infants?" "Oh, I'm sorry I don't lie for sport like you lot! Last I checked, it's the ones with the sticks up their arses who are so brilliant with deceit and after seeing your performance I know it to be fact! I've never heard such shit! As though I hold any regret, for telling that fancy prat anything, ha" I call back. Now that we are alone, I no longer require restraints as I let my temper run wild. He does something that takes me by utter surprise. He literally grabs my lips and pushes them together. "Don't you ever shut this mouth of yours!" I move my hands to his chest, trying to pay no mind to the heat radiating from him and give him a great push, shoving him a few steps back in surprise. "Don't touch me! Agh!" I let out before taking a breath, and with a little less force I add, "the King bought it didn't he." "Barely," he grunted. My head snapped back at him, I was fuming. How could a man make me so incredibly angry with just a few words? This must be the great charm of the Prince, I hear so much about. #310 in Historical Fiction 10/2, #347 IN HISTORICAL FICTION 1/5, #291 IN HISTORICAL FICTION 5/18, #239 IN HISTORICAL FICTION, #232 IN HISTORICAL FICTION 6/23 #160 in Historical Fiction 1/29/18 , #131 in Historical Fiction 4/3/18, #121 in Historical Fiction 4/4, #108 in Historical Fiction 4/8, #89 in Historical Fiction 4/9, #87 Historical Fiction 4/13, #66 Historical Fiction 4/22, #60 Historical Fiction 4/25, ----- Currently going through some major revisions 1/27/2018

Lisa and her boss, Alessandro, agree to spite their exes by pretending to date, but things begin to backfire when fake feelings become real along the way. ***** For two years, Lisa Brooks worked as a secretary to the powerful self-made billionaire, Alessandro Russo. He hardly noticed her, and to him, she was nothing more than a co-worker who wore conservative clothes, a tight bun, and followed his orders. But when Lisa's heart gets broken by her first love and Alessandro starts to lose his willpower to avoid Gretchen (his ex-girlfriend and now-client's wife), they decide to help each other out by fake dating. I mean, how hard can it be to not fall in love? [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]] Cover designed by Ashley Santoro

Penny: I still remember the first moment our eyes met, something happened. Those icy blue eyes. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I could feel the magnetic pull and we're both helpless against it. Our eyes met constantly across the room. He would be the first to tear his eyes away. He's so powerful, though. So charismatic. He's a lycan. I'm just a regular werewolf. I couldn't stop thinking about him. I made up my mind that I would make him love me. I would fight for what I want. I would deny my own mate if it means I get to keep him. Three years I went after him single-mindedly. I laid my heart out for him. He kept pushing me away. Then one day he pushed too far...and I'm tired of fighting for us. There's no us. I'm just a fool. I'm done fighting. I made up my mind that I'm going forget him. I'm going to go out there and lose my virginity, over and over again if I have to. I mean, why hold on to it, right? It's not like I'm getting an award for keeping it the longest. Not likely that my mate will keep his virginity for me. Darius certainly didn't. Why the double standard? So, why can't he just leave me alone now? Why is he so hellbent on breaking me? Stupid lycan. Ughhh...stupid, stupid lycan. Darius: The moment I laid my eyes on her, I knew she's my erasthai. The one. The exotic looking dark haired beauty. Dark eyes taunting me. Haunting me. Only I'm not looking for the one. I'm a warrior, there's no room for a mate. A mate will make you weak. My enemies could get to me through my mate. Then it happened. She finally gave up. For some reason, it makes me mad. Not only did she give up, but she gets this crazy idea that she's going to lose her virginity to some random stranger. Fvck that! That's not going to happen. Nobody else is touching her. I'll make her wait until she finds her mate. She's so stubborn, though. She's driving me crazy. So, why can't I leave her alone?

Lekha is an orphan who has quite a fascination for all things connected with Rajasthan(India). The fascination comes to life as she is pulled into the century when the Mughals and Rajputs are in a tussle over Rajwara (Rajasthan of today). The story is from the point of view of a spectator who although involved still can look from an outsider's perspective. But what would happen if the spectator becomes the participant and has to take the most important decision of her life. Would she go with the flow and close the gates to her previous life or would she rather make a run for it towards the exit .

Lord Tarquin was the lethal war lord ready to take over King Samuel's kingdom. Jza was the determined princess fighting to save her father's kingdom and her half sisters' honour. The two shall finally meet when one becomes the captor and the other becomes the captive.

Warning: CG has been published. The last ten chapters of this book have been taken down due to copyright reasons. When the future Alpha, a major player rejected her for the Queen B, Genesis and her two best friends came up with a plan to give the arrogant future alpha the taste his own medicine. What happens when your plan works too well? What happens when you attract not only the arrogant alpha but also a powerful creature that won't take no for an answer? "Now my sunshine, we're all alone," he utters with some satisfaction. His hair is mussed up sexily. His skin is a bit flushed from all the running he just did. Oh goddess, he's still the sexiest man I've ever laid my eyes on. "What are you planning to do to me?" I ask him warily. His eyes rake up and down my body as if he can see through my clothing. "What do you think I would do to you, sunshine?" he sounds amused, almost indulgent. His lips curl up into a feral smile. His silver-gray eyes flashed with anger and hunger and desperation. It sets my pulse racing. He's not really amused. I can tell. "Maybe I'm tired of waiting. Maybe I'm tired of chasing after you. Maybe it's time for me to catch you, Genesis." Cuddly bunnies and fuzzy slippers!!! I don't know about this. Do I want to get caught?

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right? What happens when you wake up in Vegas married? Well, you try to figure out what the hell happened then go from there. For Mikaela Nero, there is no going back. Her newly acquired husband makes her an offer she has no choice but to accept. What motives will she find along the way? What will she discover about herself?