Rhea Harris had spent her entire life putting everyone before herself; except for that one year. That one year she ran away from all of her responsibilities and met the man of her dreams. The only problem was that he was married. Elias Emory had dedicated his life to becoming a successful musician and he had succeeded, but Rhea entered Elias world as it was crumbling around him. Rhea was the right girl at the wrong time. When Rhea was called home to help her family she saw a way to escape an impossible situation. Now, years later, Elias has entered Rhea's world when it is starting to crumble around her. Will this time be different, will Elias prove to be the right man at the right time?

Lia's new neighbor is a thorn in her side. He has a beautiful house that she's watched fall further into disrepair, there are horrible rumors that paint the man in a sinister light, he gets on her very last nerve, and to top it all off her dog loves him. It has been almost a year since the end of her engagement, and she has enjoyed the single life. At least she thought she had until all of her senses went on high alert when he was near. Ben was wrapping up a new novel, he knew the rumors, and he didn't care, never had, but the rumors were starting to wear on his family. When his nosy neighbor started banging on his door insisting he fix up his house, he was annoyed, when she started to fix it herself, he was mad, but then he had a brilliant idea, one where everyone got what they wanted.

When Helena finds a phone on the night train, she decides to text the first number in the list of contacts in order to figure out who it belongs to. ***** Helena Santos hasn't had the easiest life. At twenty-one, she's the legal guardian of her teenage sister, in the final year of her nursing degree, and working night shifts at her small-town's local bar. And things get a lot more complicated when she finds a phone on the train home and decides to text the first number in the list of contacts, in hopes of tracking down its owner. That contact? Adam Bauer; the charismatic, sweet, and refreshingly honest older brother of the person who lost their phone. As the two continue talking, they can't ignore the chemistry and growing feelings between them, but life is never that simple. To make things work, Helena and Adam need to juggle a troubled sister, a meddlesome ex-boyfriend, and one fat lawsuit - all intent on keeping them apart. [[word count: 40,000-50,000 words]] Content and/or Trigger Warning: This story contains swearing, mature themes, and sexual content.

🐹Highest Ranking: #50 in Chick Lit 🐹 Martha Mouse Cameron is newly engaged and living with her fiancé, Henry Gardener, and his young son, Leo, in New York City. She's getting ready to graduate from NYU and is busy planning her wedding. She has put the sorrow and heartache of the lost few months behind her, and is looking forward to her new life with her wonderful new family. But there are always twists in the road, and bends that just can't be seen around. Mouse will have to be brave and strong, and so will Henry and Leo, to get through the trials that await them in this new chapter of their lives.

•A Wattpad Twice-Featured Story. *Previously named Elle's Saviour* At 25 years old, Elle Barrett resorted to escorting to provide for her son and unwell Grandmother. Struggling to pay bills and keep food on the table, she met Dean Wallace at the lowest point in her life. Little did she know that he would change her life completely. After attending an event with her client Dean, in which the two find themselves stuck in a lift, Elle's life takes a sudden and unexpected turn when he offers her a job. But will Dean be her saviour, or her undoing? Featured by Wattpad: 14th Dec 2017. Completed on: 17th Dec 2017. Highest Rank: #3 in Romance on March 2018. 1 million reads as of 5th Jan '18 2 million reads as of 25th Feb '18 5 million reads as of 3rd June '18 10 million reads as of 23rd Feb '19

"But why are you here?" he pursued. "Mr Boyd," she started. "Ethan," he interjected. She chanced a confused glance at him. "Call me Ethan. After all, we're gonna be housemates for a month." He then put on a cheeky smile. She nodded agreeably. "Okay, Ethan," she emphasized. "I forgot another rule. No asking after my personal life."' *w*w*w* Skylar Smith was not what he expected for a cabin owner when he booked a cabin in New Zealand on a spontaneous streak. He didn't know what he expected but this woman definitely was not it. First off, Skylar was friendly and nice. She was kind. She was beautiful. She had a dog with a weird name. She worked at a bookstore even when she was loaded. She owned a cabin with high price rates. She didn't know who he was despite the fact that he has had his face splashed across TIME, Forbes, Vanity Fair and a dozen of tabloid front pages. She was also the most secretive human being Ethan Boyd had ever come across in his life. Ethan, with nothing better to do, decided to play a game of fact trading with her. They would each tell a fact per day. And as he got to know her more and more each day, he found himself magnetized by her and falling for her. And that couldn't be good, because he was bound to leave sooner or later, which meant it could only end with one of them heartbroken.

***The wrong girl is sometimes The Right One.*** Charlotte Samuels thought she'd be stuck waiting tables at Marlow's until all her debts are paid off-in about ten thousand years or so. She definitely didn't expect a marriage proposal from the arrogant Brandon Maxfield who was blackmailed by his father to make her his wife if he didn't want his least favorite cousin to run Maxfield Industries. Charlotte's instinct was to say HELL NO! but she's stumped by a few obstacles: 1.) His old man Martin Maxfield is dear to her heart and has been recently deteriorating in health. 2.) She gets a million dollars if she stays married to Brandon for a year. 3.) She would rather like the opportunity to teach the attractive but awfully rude man a few lessons he didn't think he needed from a 'teenage gold-digger' which was his term of endearment for her on their first date-er, business meeting. So what's a girl got to do, right? Sure, she's young and a little rough around the edges but there's something her would-be husband didn't know about her yet-she's nothing like he ever expected. Thrust into the glitzy world a standard-issue Mrs. Maxfield would fit perfectly and rule with impeccable social grace, Charlotte will either have to force herself into the mold or break free of it, risking what little she has left for everything that she can gain. *** Copyright © 2014 by Nina Tippett. All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Nina Tippett. This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Images, music and videos used in the cover art and any of the multimedia content posted in this story are the sole property of their respective owners.

"If I'm going down, I might as well pick my poison. I pick you." *** A Cobalt Bay Billionaires story. *** She couldn't be sure whether he was her predator or protector... but she was doomed to love him either way. *** It was a summer they will never forget. Young and naive Cassandra Collins finds herself offered up as interest for her cousin's debt to a powerful man who craves her as fiercely as he resists her. Wary but tempted, she struggles to get through the summer without stripping herself of her virtue, and losing her heart to Sebastian Vice-a man so beautiful and broken, he will hurt her as much as he will love her. Under the blazing sun and amidst the sultry heat of their forbidden desires and secret fears, will Cassandra find the love that will change her life forever? Or will she face the punishment of falling for a wicked Vice? Wrought by secrets and scars, this is a story of two people who hunger darkly and desperately for a love they are strangers to-a love that endures, hopes and sets them free. *** WARNING: This story may be a little steamier than my usual ones. There might be scenes and concepts that are objectionable to some people so heed this warning before you start reading. I don't think it's erotica but let's just say some parts are steamy. If you don't mind it, go right ahead and read on. :P *** Copyright © 2013 by Nina Tippett. All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Nina Tippett. This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.

He needs a place to live, she needs a baby daddy. Pietro Santangelo and Marguerite White are students at prestigious Columbia University in New York City. She is a fun-loving, free spirit who finds herself in a bit of a familial bind, he is an exchange student with a chronic case of poverty. They concoct a plan that they think will work, not realizing how much changes with two simple words... Pete merely looked at her and opened a box of books. He took some out and began placing them on the shelves, bending and stretching at his task. He had a nice back, broad shoulders and muscles that could be seen clearly under his light blue T-shirt. Daisy watched for a minute, fascinated. "Like what you see?" he asked without turning around. She jumped at the sound of his voice. "Well, you're the only thing in the room that's moving, you know?" she said by way of explanation. He turned around to look at her, books in either hand, a small grin on his face. "Of course, what was I thinking?" he asked rhetorically. "And look. We're both adults here, hm?" He looked carefully at her. "The couch we just brought up here cost fifty dollars at the second-hand store, and has to be at least thirty years old. I don't want to sleep on it, and I don't think you're going to want to sleep on it, either." She shook her head. "So the bed is nice and big," he continued. "I think we can manage, don't you? We can share the bed." He watched her for her reaction. "I give you my word this is not going to be a problem for me. At all. Is this going to be a problem for you?" She looked at him. "Really? At all?" She recovered from the unintentional meaning of his words quickly. "No, it won't be a problem for me, either," she said firmly. "We can share the bed." Content warning: This story contains mature sexual content, and themes of premarital sex and sexual assault.