**DRAFT MOSTLY** FOR FANS OF BRIDGERTON Rose Axel is deformed from the burns she endured from her father. Her face is forever hidden under a veil. Her waist is much too wide, hips too ample. Too many prefer calling her fat. Or to her family, a cow. When hastily married after her father's death, to honor the agreement made in his will, she expects nothing of it. And she is right to think so. Matthew Whitfield is not happy upon receiving Rose as a bride. He cannot even look upon her, as she refuses to take off her veil, and has no features he considers attractive. The handsome charming Mr. Whitfield cannot be bothered by the likes of his wife. She is the fulfillment of a contract and nothing more. So he takes a mistress, and falls in love. Victoria Sill is everything Rose is not. Beautiful, gliding, and glowing. She's interested in one thing only, and that is to hold the title of Matthew's wife, Mrs. Whitfield. She doesn't care who she has to crush to get her way, be it Rose herself. Victoria always get what she wants. Be it one way or other. Soon Rose falls upon a secret that turns the tables. In addition, Victoria finds a way to become closer to the Whitfield name. A child. As the circumstances shift, and the Whitfield mansion is thrown into uproar, will this situation bring Matthew and Rose together? Or will Victoria succeed in keeping them apart? ---- #35 in victorian 5/13/22 #1 in oldtimes 5/23/22 #2 in regency 5/28/22 #1 in bridgerton 6/15/22 [[word count: 80,000-100,000 words]]

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The fate of the entire kingdom lies in the hands of the masters of the game. And they are all women. ***** When Ellise St. Vincent takes on a role she never asked for, she is forced to use her cunning wit to be one step ahead of the game, all the while navigating a simple yet interesting love affair. But she is not the only master in the game. Others are at play, all equally capable, and all eager to win. Manipulation is delicate more than ever in this fourth and final installment of the Sutherland Series.

Lady Kathryn McGregor knew her heart was stolen the first time she saw this handsome knight. When he gallantly came to her rescue, she knew there would be no one for her but him. His parting words to her, she could still hear his voice clearly as that fateful day so long ago. She too looked forward to the day that they would meet once again. Sir Grant McKenna, seducer of women and a fierce warrior. Fourth born son to Clan McKenna, there was no need to marry or produce an heir, a proclaimed bachelor is what he was. Haunted he was in his dreams of a lass with soft doe eyes and hair the colour of chestnuts. He knew they were just dreams for didn't recall meeting a lass as bonny as she. Will destiny seal Grant's fate? Do dreams ever come true? Perhaps they will for Grant and Kathryn.

A woman with a tragic past learns she has ties to a group of vigilantes and finds herself the target of their leader; a cocky bastard who won't take no for an answer. ***** Two years after the death of her brother and a tricky escape from a volatile boyfriend, Reese Kentwell is living in Manhattan pursuing a career in photography. Her remedy for dismantling her turbulent past is to keep the company of bed buddies who don't hassle her when she tells them to bugger off. Reese's routine veers off course when she meets the Valentino brothers and unintentionally starts a feud between them. Vincent, the eldest, is a well-known philanthropist with a playboy reputation, while Colin is relegated to living in his brother's shadow. But a family feud is the least of Reese's worries. When the truth finally comes out that a dynasty of strange beasties lives in her city, Reese knows there will be no going back to her old routine of love 'em and leave 'em. DISCLAIMER: This piece needs a serious edit. Please bear that in mind as you read. COPYRIGHT NOTICE: This work is owned by the author. If you attempt to plagiarize, a swarm of demons will be released in your backyard. IN OTHER WORDS: If you find this story on any platform other than WATTPAD, I did not allow this. You may also be exposing yourself to malware. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe form, do it here on WATTPAD. COVER ART for this story and the Stone in Love sequels was done by AEKCreates on Etsy

Determined to stay blissfully unmarried, Lady Angela Worthington hires club owner and secret matchmaker Gerard Stark to find a match for her best friend who plans on proposing to her. Love was always in the cards, she just never imagined it could be for her... ***** Angela Worthington has no intentions of finding a love match this season-she's far too busy planning a secret mission involving the Ramsbury Circus. So when she discovers her promising life as a spinster is threatened by her best friend, Spencer's plans to propose, she knows drastic measures are called for. To ward off Spencer's advances, she hires club owner Gerard Stark, who happens to be the mastermind behind a very hush-hush matchmaking service. But Stark's agreement to find Spencer a match comes at a price, and Angela finds herself quickly slipping out of her comfort zone. Angela has never longed for marriage, but there's something about the charming Mr. Stark that may be simply too hard to resist. [[Word count: 100,000 - 150,000]] Cover designed by Morgan Sangster Content/trigger warning: Contains mentions of sexual assault

One year of marriage. Two years of silence. And one night that changes everything. Sapphire St. Clair used to believe in fairytales. She thought she'd found hers when Loukas Spiridakou, the ruthless Greek hotel tycoon, swept her off her feet. But fairytales don't usually end in a cold divorce lawyer's office after only twelve months. Two years later, Sapphire has finally rebuilt her life. She's moved on from the heartbreak and the man who shattered her dreams of happily ever after. Or so she thought. Lately, Loukas is everywhere. Every gala, every corner, every shadow-her gorgeous ex-husband is there. He is reigniting an all-consuming desire that never truly died. Sapphire is ready to move on, but Loukas has other plans. And this time, he's not letting her go without a fight.

One summer in Italy changed her life forever. Now, her secret is about to be unmasked. Amethyst St. Clair has everything she needs: a wealthy family, a beautiful life, and a son she would do anything to protect. But for years, one question has haunted the tabloids: Who is the father? Her cunning grandfather has already successfully played matchmaker for two of her sisters, and Amethyst knows she's his next target. To escape his pressure, she agrees to one last business trip to Italy. She expected a professional meeting. She didn't expect to come face-to-face with Franco Calvetti. He is still as gorgeous as the summer they met. Franco is now more powerful and more dangerous than ever. He's the man who broke her heart, and the one mistake she swore she'd never repeat. But as the spark between them reignites, Amethyst is terrified: What will the ruthless Italian prince do when he discovers the son she's been hiding for years?

She's the world's most famous face. He's the only man who can see right through her. Supermodel Emerald St. Clair has it all: fame, fortune, and a jet-setting life most would kill for. With her three sisters now happily married thanks to their meddling grandfather, Emerald is the last one standing-and she's determined to keep it that way. She makes a deal with the devil: one final photoshoot for St. Clair Diamonds in the exotic sands of Saqr, and her grandfather will finally stop breathing down her neck about marriage. But when a series of disasters leaves her stranded in the desert, her only hope is the one man she can't stand. Khalil Al-Farsi is powerful, arrogant, and Emerald's oldest rival. Now, she's at his mercy, and in the heat of the desert, the line between hate and desire is starting to disappear.

{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }