Lilly found an egg on a hiking trip. Nothing abnormal on that, right? Except the egg was four times bigger than supposedly the biggest egg in the world, the ostrich's egg. Okay, no biggie... Except that when the egg breaks, something out of your favorite fantasy book comes out and... think you are its mama. Huston, NOW we DO have a problem. But the problem gets worse when Daddy shows up and thinks Lilly are his egg kidnapper! Now Lilly has to figure out a way to detach from the creature that came out of the egg and return home, to the real world... except that not falling for the asshole dude that claims he is a king turns to be more difficult than she thought. He is a brute of a man of not many words. Lilly definitely needs some assistance here! *Going through edition... at a snail pace:)* #1 in Baby #2 in FantasyCreatures #1 in Dragón 20/02/24 #2 in DragonKing 24/03/24 #1 in Royal 24/03/24

When Adrianna stands to lose everything after pushing her wealthy father too far with her wild behaviour, she goes to the one person she believes might save her: her brother's best friend. There's just one problem - they despise each other. Season 1 of Binding Contracts *** Adrianna faces a tough decision: find a husband her father approves of to save her family's reputation, or risk losing everything she cares about. To her dismay, her brother suggests she marry his best friend, Xander, who has earned her father's respect over the years. Despite their hatred for each other, Adrianna reluctantly tries to convince Xander, even offering part of her inheritance to sway him. Their past quickly makes things difficult - Adrianna used to mock Xander for being poor, which hurt him deeply. Seeing Adrianna beg, he bargains with her to accept the proposal. But how are they to fool the public - and her father - when they can't stand to be in the same room? As they spend more time together, old animosity slowly turns to attraction. And soon, Adrianna and Xander are forced to face the past, and their future, with the pressure of a fake engagement looming over their heads. What is real, and what is for the contract?

Alexander didn't cheat. He just gave someone else his attention, his laughter, and the smiles that used to belong to his wife. And she watched him drift, not to another woman's bed, but to her presence. Her laugh. The way she made him feel seen in a room full of people. Everything he found in someone else - Zara had been giving him all along. Eight years of marriage. One little boy who loved them both. And Zara standing in the middle of it all - wondering when she became the woman he stopped choosing. She warned him. Three times. The first - he dismissed her. The second - he called her jealous. The third - he called her insecure. So she stopped warning him altogether. And stopped waiting. Love wasn't enough... and now it might be too late.

Leticia Lovelace believed in patience. She believed in promises. Most of all, she believed in the man who swore he would wait forever. For five years she endured miscarriages, IVF cycles, injections, and heartbreak-while her billionaire husband Victor Diaz held her hand in every waiting room and promised she wasn't broken. He lied. On their fifth anniversary, Leticia receives a message from the one person she trusted almost as much as her husband: her younger sister, Eva. The photo shows a newborn baby. Victor's baby. Leticia doesn't scream. She doesn't cause a scene. She walks away and erases her husband with surgical precision. Within days the scandal destroys Victor's reputation. But Leticia doesn't stay to watch him fall. She disappears. Months later, far from the wreckage of her old life, Leticia discovers something impossible-she's pregnant. The miracle she prayed for. And the one man who will never know about it... is the child's father. Until fate forces them into the same waiting room. Now the truth is unavoidable. But this isn't a love story about forgiveness. It's a story about consequences. Because some betrayals break more than hearts. They change who you become.

caught my husband cheating. Not with a stranger. Not with a friend. With my sister. I didn't scream. I didn't cry. I didn't expose them. I smiled... and started planning. Instead of leaving, I called the one person who deserved to know the truth just as much as I did- Her husband. Nikolai Volkov. We used to be best friends. Until she made sure we weren't. Now we're pretending. Pretending to be a little too close. Pretending to cross lines we shouldn't. Pretending to be exactly what they fear most. But the more we play the game... the less it feels like pretending. And the worst part? They think we're the ones betraying them. - A story of betrayal, revenge, and a love that should have never been lost.

Not everything is roses, chocolates and vibrators in Zara's life...until Talon, Hawks MC President, wants to claim her as his. Zara Edgingway is a twenty-six-year-old secretary. She has a daughter that apparently knows-it-all and a best friend that could possibly have the mouth of Satan, but she's been with her through hell and back. Then there's the hunk'a'licious biker neighbour finally showing interest in her. If only she isn't about to face her next obstacle in life, the one she ran from six years ago: her ex husband. Talon Marcus is the president of the Hawks Motorcycle Club. For two years, he's had his eye on the quiet, reclusive, yet sassy, neighbour Zara. Finally, he has the chance to claim her as his woman. Just when her past catches up with her, she'll need, not only his protection, but the help from his biker brothers. Now, if only she'd stop fighting him along the way. #FREE on Amazon, iBooks, Nook, Google Play and Kobo #Full length novel #1st #HawksMC #Series (But you can read it without the others)

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚 I downed a shot of tequila, allowing the burning liquid to slide down my throat and settle in my stomach. I deserved to have some fun without boundaries. I poured a second glass and it disappeared as quickly as the first. Then came the third, fourth and fifth. Still I wasn't satisfied. My landlady was a bitch, I was fired and my boyfriend cheated on me. My nerves were shot to hell! My eyes lazily scanned the nightclub as I consecutively downed my sixth shot for the evening. Life's a bitch. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐨 I sat in the VIP section of the club, a glass of vodka in my hand as I watched the woman several yards away drowning herself in tequila. My lips curled in amusement. The red dress she wore showed a generous amount of cleavage, her ass was ripe and full, begging to be groped. She looked to be eighteen. I wondered what a pretty thing like her was doing in a place like this, drinking like there was no tomorrow. Not that it was any of my business. Women came, got laid and wasted in this nightclub every night. Nothing special to see here. "Muori figlio di puttana." I pulled the trigger on my gun and shot the Mexican in the head after he was caught stealing coke from my warehouse. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the walls and my designer suit. I tucked my gun back in my pocket and left the ally. "He killed a guy!" I shrieked as I turned to run away from there as fast as possible. Just as I was about to run back inside, a large hand clamped around my neck and I was pressed up against a rock solid chest. My jaw was caressed by - a gun!? "Going somewhere piccola?" a deep voice whispered in my ear. "Let me go, you sick twisted bastard!" I growled. "Feisty and a foul mouth. I like it," he chuckled. "You killed someone! I'm calling the cops!" I shouted. "Princess I own the cops," he said stroking my face. "and now I own you. Say goodbye to your old lif

Isabella is desperate for her own independence, but her overprotective father stands in the way of her future. When she demands that she attends a University two hundred miles away from her home, her father only has one exception; a bodyguard. Elio is dedicated to his career to honour his late sister, but when he owes a favour to an ex-mafia boss, he takes body-guarding to a completely new level. Isabella is reckless and likes to push her bodyguards limits. Elio has zero patience and a desire to punish his client. When things start to get heated and unexpected feelings get in the way, their forbidden relationship becomes a distraction when Isabella's life is on the line. Elio is desperate to not let down another important woman in his life. But he can't save everyone, including his own bleeding heart. Tropes: - Mafia Romance - Bodyguard - Age-gap (8 years - FMC is 21 and MMC is 29) - Forbidden Love - Brat FMC/Grumpy MMC - Light BDSM (sub/dom vibes) - Size difference (5'4 & 6'6) - University/College Setting - Past Trauma/Healing - ANGST (so much of it)

18+ Rhea Knight never wanted to become the person she is today. She had dreams and ambitions. Sadly life decided to shit on her and lead her down a dark path filled with pain and agony. Anthonie De'luca fucks his way through A-list models and socialites. He runs multiple multi-billion dollar companies and is second in command to the Italian Mafia. Life has fucked Anthonie over one too many times. Rhea and Anthonie are one an the same when it comes to Life destroying their hopes and dreams. What happens when two shattered souls find each other ? Will they help each other heal or will they tear each down ? ---- "You are such a fucking asshole Anthonie De'Luca!God,how could I be so fucking stupid!" She yelled as she ran a hand through her naturally wavy hair. I took joy in pissing her off , it lead to great make up sex. She calls me an asshole now but will be screaming my name in exactly five minutes. "Are you done?" I ask raising my wrist that was covered in my rolex "Either you get down on your knees and suck or there's the door." She quickly made her way towards me. Before I could detect it, her hand came flying towards my face. "Bite me Anthonie ." She said raising her hand to slap me again. This time I caught it just before it made contact with my skin. "Wrong move Rhea, you know I like the pain." I smirk as I watch her thighs clench and her throat bob. I grip her waist harshly and pull her towards me. My hands bunch up the bottoms of her dress and trail up her thighs. "You're soaking Rhea," I murmur against her neck. "Just shut the hell up and fuck me," she says, pushing me against the desk.

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK