Vivienne Cartwright can have anything she wants in life except for the man she loves. She chases it only to find herself crashing down after the ultimate high. Oliver Yates doesn't seem to be the man she's loved all these years and his secrets are as dangerous as they are heartbreaking. Time and distance may heal her but they can't free her. Securing a future with Vivienne cost Oliver his soul, a price too high for the girl who'd saved it years ago when tragedy nearly ripped it away from him. Without anything else to offer but the mere scraps left of himself, Oliver makes one last bargain to win back the woman who became the everything out of his nothing. With the stakes higher than they ever were and the rules of the game changing as they go all in, will these two find their way back or will a mysterious hand tear them apart forever? *Second book in the Cobalt Bay Billionaires series.* *** Copyright © 2016 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 any of the multi-media content posted in this story are the sole property of their respective owners unless otherwise noted. Cover art photo purchased from Shutterstock and edited by the author. ***

WARNING SEXUAL CONTENT AND PROFANE LANGUAGE. 18 AND OLDER ADVISED. ALL RIGHTS RIGHTS RESERVED. AIR is all I could think as I woke up drenched in sweat. I had been having this dream about the most handsome guy I had ever seen. He had the body of a God. No make that a Greek God. You know the ones the made sculptures of in the ancient times. Only this guy was way sexier. I didnt have a clue who he was. All I knew was that he couldn't exist. THIS IS MY FIRST STORY ON WATTPAD SO PLEASE GIVE IT A TRY YOU WONT BE SORRY :)

" I have moved on in my life..... Why don't you too ?? I moved on the moment I walked out " that seemed to anger him even more. His hold on my wrist tightens almost painfully. And then he pulls me to him so I am standing in front of him with his hands on my waist. I look up to see his furious eyes. He leans in his forehead touching mine and then makes his way to my ear. " I have not moved on and I will not let you move on too. You are mine and I shall get you again." with his every word his lips touch my ear and then he looks into my eyes before crashing his lips into mine. He invades my mouth with his tongue without asking for permission and his hold on my waist pulls me to him so my chest is touching his. It wasn't a gentle kiss but then he never kisses gently. That kiss brought back many memories.

"As explained many times Sir. I do surveys. As in, I go outside, walk around, and interact with people. My feet will hurt if I wear heels and If you haven't noticed tight skirts and tight blouses aren't really my thing. Now if you could kindly move so I could get back to work.....I would appreciate it" I snap and for a moment he looks stunned but in a flash I'm pinned to the wall his hand tight on my waist. "Listen to me well Ms.Williams. You don't speak to me like that. Ever. Next time there will be consequences. Am I clear?" He says looking at me. Our faces only inches apart and I can feel his breath fan against my face making me dizzy. "Ye-Yes" I stutter pathetically. "Yes Whom?" His grip tightens on my waist. "Yes Mr.W-wright" He smirks and removes his hand. I immediately miss his warmth "Good Girl" ________________________________________________________ Aspen Williams. Twenty three year old personal assistant and public surveyor. She's funny, beautiful not to mention sarcastic. Everything that her boss wants but she doesn't want him. At least that's what she tells herself. Dante Wright. Twenty five year old billionaire. He's a player. Cold hearted and Ruthless. Aspen thinks she doesn't need him in her life but that doesn't stop him. He wants her. And everything he wants he gets. But what happens when obstacles get in their way? #105 in romance 20/02/17 #99 in romance 21/02/17 #58 in romance 11/03/17 #50 in romance 13/04/17 #33 in romance 22/ 08/ 17

Young Adult author Aiko Bradley wants some worldly experience and who better to teach her than the worldliest of men-Maximilian Croft? From his daredevil stunts to his decadent affairs, Max is everything a perfect heartbreaker should be-one that Aiko might enjoy but will never fall for. Dainty innocents aren't Max's cup of tea-even those with a tart tongue and scalding honesty. Involving Aiko in his life will break more than just her heart but can he walk away before his own shatters? They'll play games and make no promises but when dangers outside of their stubborn hearts threaten the fleeting, will they find the courage to fight for forever? *** Copyright © 2017 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 any of the multi-media content posted in this story are the sole property of their respective owners unless otherwise noted. Cover art photo purchased from Shutterstock and edited by the author. ***

Sabrina Reed is Nathan Alden's wife, but not by his choice... EXCERPT****** "I found her like this, sir," the guard announced. Sabrina stirred at the voice, blinking groggily and rubbing her eyes to chase away the blur clouding her vision. A towering figure stepped into focus. "What are you doing out here, Sabrina?" Nathan's voice was sharp, cutting through the fog of sleep. His jaw was tight, words pressed between clenched teeth. She blinked again, brushing hair from her face as she sat up. "What are you doing out here?" he repeated-louder this time, more demanding. He stood before her in a jet-black suit and white button-up shirt, sleeves rolled just enough to expose forearms clenched across his chest. His eyebrows were drawn tight, his eyes narrowed. "I came back late last night and... the guard was gone, so... I just fell asleep," she said softly, eyes lowering under the weight of his glare. He dismissed the guard with a silent nod, then stepped closer. "Where were you last night?" he asked, voice taut with suspicion. She yawned, trying to blink herself fully awake. "I've been volunteering at the animal shelter." "Get up," he ordered, tone clipped and harsh. "You expect me to believe that? Don't animal shelters close at a decent time?" She remained seated, her legs too stiff to move. "Yes, but-" "Get up!" he barked.

I have been summoned home, back to the dry desert landscapes and the lush oasis estate home where I was born and raised until I was sent off to attend the western schools like most sons of wealthy Arabic families. I didn't want come back for the reasons that caused my parents to demand my return. I didn't want to have anything to do with my maternal Grandfather, but the ancient tyrant was dead and as a good son, I returned to the land of my birth and do what is required of me. If it wasn't for my angel of a mother, I would have stayed State side where I was happily enjoying my life and the freedom to be who I am as I managed our families multiple business corporations there. Now, I must see to the estate and business holdings the old man has left behind for the El-Hamin legacy once again expand its wealth. The maternal side of my family's money and its import and export companies has been finally released from the iron fist of the old man's control. Little did I know that when I inherited this responsibility, I also inherited something that will shock me to the core of my soul. An undiscovered secret that the aged bigot has kept locked up in a hidden room in the master suite of his palatial home. The bastard continued practicing an antiquated custom that the men of my line have long ago ceased to adhere to in these modern times. I found myself placed in a situation that will bring me to my knees and challenge the beat of my heart.

Arrabella Middletin hasn't spoken a word since she was eight years old. The only thing she shares her thoughts with is her diary. She lives with her abusive father and is starting a new school. With a dad that freaks out when she makes a friend or even associates with others what will he do when Arrabella discovers that werewolves exist and she finds her mate; her alpha mate. How will she react when her mate has a hard time controlling his anger and Aria won't talk to him? What will he do when he finds out she can talk? Will Aria shut him out or let him in? Will Tyson be okay with her being mute? Will he leave or will he be just what Aria needs?

"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14