***2016 WATTY AWARD WINNER - VORACIOUS READS*** WINNER OF THE FICTION AWARDS 2016 - HISTORICAL FICTION Against all odds, Libby Marks-Whelan is back at court - and no longer confined to the service corridors as a lady-in-waiting. With the start of the new Winter Season, however, the competition for a crown just got a lot fiercer. Now that there are two princes searching for wives, Libby struggles not just against the other debutantes but also against the monotony of court life in her new position. With the queen's disapproval aimed squarely in her direction, will she weather the storm to win her prince? ***Please note that this story is the sequel to The Season. Since there are many characters, backstories, and subplots that I won't be able to fully explain in the first few chapters, I strongly recommend you read The Season first!***

"We could be more than just friends, Soph." • • • He was a player with the brain of a genius. She was his best friend, the only one who could resist his charm. And yet... - Hold on to your panties, because a genius is loose.

"You want me to be a genius or do you want me to fuck you?" • • • The Alexandrettia is the finest school in the state, known for producing the smartest, and most talented kids in America. 21 year old keen painter Mia Hanson managed to get a spot. She worked her whole life to get inside, to see the hallowed halls her biggest idols once walked through. But those very same halls gets vandalized one wild night, and the person responsible gets sentenced to do community service, working as a janitor to clean up his mess. With his brooding eyes, filthy mouth and body covered up in ink, Eli the type of guy you run away from; The type who only lives for the trouble; The type you just know packs a brain the size of a peanut. But when one of Fermat's biggest unsolved mathematical problems gets solved by an unknown source, rumors start as to who and where this genius might be... Well: Three guesses who?

Perfect Illusion is the FIRST book in the Perfect series, followed by the soon-to-be released film PERFECT ADDICTION. Published as an ebook/ on kindle ***** When college student Alex Woods agrees to a fake engagement plot to save her parents' company from bankruptcy, the last thing she expects is to fall for the illusion herself. ***** Alex Woods thinks college will be a fresh start, but when her parents announce their business has gone bankrupt, all of her plans come crashing down. The company has been saved by a wealthy business owner, but it comes with a condition: Alex has to pretend to be engaged to his son, Daniel, for the next 3 years. Daniel Kerrington is 100% swoonworthy, but Alex knows that beneath those killer good looks is a poisonous personality, and Daniel has made it clear the hatred is mutual. Though they've been thrown together with the person they each loathe the most, Alex and Daniel have to make their engagement believable. And as it turns out, the line between love and hate really is very, very thin. [[word count: 100,000 - 150,000]] Cover designed by Ren T Book 1 of the Perfect series

Never do what you're told, never boil your own head in vinegar and, most important of all, never ever marry a man-those have always been Lilly Linton's principles for a happy, carefree life. So, how the heck did she end up engaged to multinational industrial magnate Rikkard Ambrose? Right now she's too happy to care. But what happens when she discovers the dark secrets of her fiance's past? Can she still love him if she finds out the truth? The sixth volume of the award-winning "Storm and Silence" series.

[SAMPLE] Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. "I heard a scream," he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed. Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarrassment won. "Everything's fine," she muttered, trying to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out. "But you screamed." "Because I came, Reed." His bewilderment only grew. "Came where?" And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life. So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin. "I had an orgasm, Reed." She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his cock she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head - not that she was trying. Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her. She pulled her sheets away.

In a world where vampires feed from other vampires and males dominate females... there is but one precious thing left in their world which every vampire craves... A Mihr. Dohmenic is the Dralan - the King - of all vampires, and survives purely on clean blood; The blood of a Mihr, a virgin. Without a Dralaq, a Queen, he has to feed from Mihrs to ensure the continuation of his pure blood and the claim to the throne. But the times are dire; Mihrs are becoming rarer and rarer each day, and so the Dralan is slowly fading from bloodthirst. He desperately needs a Mihr to feed. Leyla is a Mihr. She is one of the few that is left in the world ruled by hungry, savage male vampires and she intends to stay that way. In hiding from the frenzied males, she ends up in the one place that should have been her only safe haven in the world; The Dralan's castle. Disguising herself as a Kischmir (a servant), she pretends she is but a mere commoner whose blood is not the purest kind in the kingdom. But when the Dralan nearly dies from cruel thirst, her blood is all that can save him. To be a Mihr means you can't be bedded by a male, otherwise your blood will be tainted. But as things grow heated between the Dralan and Leyla, will Dohmenic be able to keep his hands off her? After all, we always want what we can't have...

player (n) : a male who is skilled at seducing women and is only interested in sex. Santana Marie Klaus has always had a crush on her best friend, Daemon Matthews ever since he saved her from a big bully making fun of her pigtails. A crush that has remained unknown to Daemon for just as long. A crush that has crushed her ever since Daemon started his player ways, changing girls like they were dirty clothes. Desperate to end her unknown crush, Santana enlists the help of Jesse Archer, the new kid in town to make Daemon jealous by being her fake boyfriend. In exchange Jesse gets free entertainment watching the clichéd plot unfolds in front of him. What happens when Daemon reacts to this ploy? And what happens when Jesse gets more involved in the drama that is Santana? And what goes wrong when you enlist a player's help to make another player jealous? One word. Everything. [UNEDITED] COMPLETED : 16 OCT 2015 * Highest Ranking #1 Teen Fiction ** 1 Million Reads : 14 March 2017 *** 2 Million Reads : 14 March 2018 **** 3 Million Reads : 5 July 2018 ***** 4 Million Reads : 21 Aug 2018

**Only the bonus chapter is paid, the rest of the story is (and will stay) free!!** Libby Marks-Whelan is decidedly not a lady. Kicked out of nearly every finishing school in the country, she's shocked when her demure, straight-laced cousin Ella invites her to the royal court as attendant during her debutante season. What Ella fails to realize, however, is that Libby's brand of mischief is exactly the kind of distraction Prince Andrew is looking for during his inaugural season as an eligible bachelor. Cover designed by Adam Budny

A twenty-five year old Laurie Slade wanted to get away from a family who wanted to sell her off to the highest bidder. Applying for a home nurse ad in Sicili to care for Mrs. Teresa Carsingni seemed far and easy enough. At least it was, all until one daring night of skinny dipping which left her exposed to a very dark, enigmatic yet forthright Tomas Carsingni and he is not so easily impressed. * * * * * "Ms. Slade, I thought that I made myself clear last time." The sound of his voice brought chills down her spine. "I'm sorry Mr. Carsingni. I-uh, must have misunderstood. I thought it was because you thought I was an intruder." She said, trying to keep her voice from trembling. "And didn't we also talk about your constant need to apologise?" He arched a brow at her. "Yes, we did. I'm so-. It won't happen again." She bent down and picked up her scattered clothes. Why was he always around when she was naked? "Ms. Slade..." she heard him utter as she passed by where he stood. She tilted her head up and stared into his blue eyes. "If you insist on walking around leaving nothing for the imagination, then you and I are going to find ourselves in quite the predicament." **unedited, it will be once the story is done.***