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?

"What if the right person is also your Mr. So Wrong?" *** Her lips touched and teased and coaxed him and he felt her touch in every cell and every bone. Soft and supple, her body was around him. Everywhere. She was everywhere. He was hungry for more, but he couldn't break this sweetness. Shy and timid, she kissed like herself. All so innocent, but incredibly passionate. The kiss was gentle, yet also fire. And he couldn't help anymore. He wanted more. He pushed her back gently and her back hit the wall and he pressed himself to her amazing body. "Ah." He thought. "Can I really stay away after this?" "I can't." She thought. ~~~ A guy, a girl, a contract and sizzling sexual tension brewing between them. Is it possible for them to come out of it with zero casualties? ~~~ "I'll give you a place to stay and I'll pay you, all you have to do is to pretend to be my wife for an year, in return. It is that easy." Or is it? With a contract, their deal is filed, signed and sealed with a kiss. Finally, Alexandra will have a home, have someone to back her up in the fight of getting back what is legally hers. Logan will have the revenge he wants against his ex-girlfriend, Stacy. Gambling with the matters of heart is just dangerous. You might hit the jackpot or you will be neck deep in heartbreak. It all depends on the cards that have been dealt to you. And they will both realize it soon enough, when their heart take over their brain. ___

***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.

Serena Davidson leads two lives. At school, she's a morbidly obese, stupid, nerdy, bitchy, slutty, and a teacher's pet. But at home she's the scrawny vegetarian pushover. What would possess someone to wear a fat suit every day? And what happens when someone finds out?

(#1 ChickLit) WARNING: Being left at the altar in front of 500 wedding guests may lead to irrational behavior, causing you to go on your honeymoon alone. Other side- effects may include very bad hair, getting arrested, setting yourself on fire, landing up on a "Missing Poster" with the same bad hair and unexpectedly falling in love. BEING PUBLISHED SOON!

"Are you rejecting me?" I ask, whispering as my heart was breaking into a million pieces. "No." he answers. "I...uh...huh...what?" I stutter. It didn't make sense. Why is he saying we can't be together but not reject me? "I just can't be with you." he says with a straight face, no emotion. "Then reject me." I tell him. "No, and you will not reject me!" he growls at me. "Wanna bet?" I start. "I order you not to reject me!" he growls, cutting me off. Edited by@callmelenaa

Alyssa's parents died when she was little and her brother Dylan blamed her for it so he used his authority in the pack as future beta and told everyone that they were supposed to treat her like the runt of her pack. After that nothing was the same she was bullied by everyone at school and most of the adults, she was forced to do mostly everyones chores and homework and even cook fo them. But she knew that on her sixteen birthday she would most likley find her mate the one person that is supposed to love her and that he will take her away from the hell that she is living in.But when her mate Michael the future alpha rejects her she can't stay there anymore with her brother blaming her for her parents death and everyone hating her so she leaves. But what happens when she meets another alpha male who says that she is his mate. Or when she finds out who she really is in reality; instead of who she was made believed to be for as long as she could remember

Question: What was the best way to improve my grades without having to rely on my over-achieving sister and nerds to do my homework? Answer: Get the cutie undergrad next door to tutor me. The only problem is how he wants to be paid. How the budding romance between a somewhat naive yet bitchy cheerleader with a superhero complex & a foreign transfer undergraduate with a hidden past spills over into the lives of the people around them. *started on 22 Aug 13* If you liked what you just read, please try my other works. Absolution (http://www.wattpad.com/story/8034279-absolution-erotic-mature) Allegro Vivace - PG version of Special Tutoring (http://www.wattpad.com/story/17302763-allegro-vivace-pg-version-of-special-tutoring) Special Tutoring (http://www.wattpad.com/story/7787423-special-tutoring) Red - Completed essay (http://www.wattpad.com/20442719-red)

Watty Awards Werewolf Finalist 2012 & one of Wattpad's Most Read Werewolf Stories of 2013! The world of werewolves is changing. All packs are being forced to concede to a more powerful wolf, determined to have peace among the wolves. Emily’s boyfriend of 3 years is forced to take a bride, from another pack, in a political pairing. After one night out, the worst happens. She gets knocked up and had no idea just who her mystery man was.

I stepped towards him, the Mate that was to be mine for all eternity. But before I could leap into his arms, he put his hands up, as if to tell me not to do what was an instinct. I held myself back, it confused me that he wasn't standing in front of me with open arms, and he was closed off. Before I could truly grasp what was happening, he said in a low sexy voice that travelled through my body sending tiny shock waves throughout, "I don't want you."