⭐️Romance Hot List: highest rank #20⭐️ She is shy. He is brave. She hides in the shadows. He lives in the spotlight. She wished for a fairy tale ending. He wants to grasp life by the horns. Stefan Steel-a former navy S.E.A.L., a hero, and every girls dream. He recently inherits his grandfathers vast fortunes making him one of the most popular, sought after, eligible bachelors in the country. One day he is approached to protect a girl, Camelia St. James. A threat, an enemy, emerges from the ashes to extract his revenge against the St. James family and the prime target is Camelia. Stefan goes undercover and names himself Kent. He changes his appearance and poses as her bodyguard until the threat is eradicated. She doesn't recognize Stefan although their paths have crossed countless times. And both of them are hiding their own secrets, secrets that may alter their destiny's. But nothing will prove quite as complicated as the potent attraction brewing between Camelia and her bodyguard. No matter how closed off she is like the delicate petals of the flower that represent her name, Stefan is determined to keep her safe and peel the many layers surrounding, Her heart...Her body...and Her soul. Will it be too late when she learns the truth? Will she have the chance at the fairy tale she secretly hoped for but never believed would come true? Or will the enemy hunt her down and get to her first? Always be careful what you wish for... Life's greatest lessons are learned at the worst times. Spin-off His Series: ***Can be read in any order*** His Yasmina His Duchess His Hope

Madison is a twenty one year old girl who has had a lot of issues to deal with in her life,from her parents death to her boyfriend cheating, she's fed up so she decides to go and live with her grams back in her home town the southern , but what she doesn't know is she has caught the attention of a sick mentally deranged psychopath, who develops a deadly obsession for her and will stop at nothing to get her.With a strong physical attraction towards her,he needs her body,mind and every inch of her in every possible way. NATHANS P.O.V. She was a feisty little one,i could see her plump lips were just waiting to be kissed, her grey green eyes sparkled like emeralds, her dark hair sat on her perfect breasts .Seeing the sweat drip on her stomach, made me thirsty,thirsty for her touch her feel, but at the same time i knew she was going to be a tough nut to crack, i had my work cut out with this one. I would give her a few days to get settled in, then i will make sure im on her mind twenty four hours a day, she wont be able to sleep becuase of me, eat, talk ,move.I was going to consume her life like a black cloud taking over her. {contains violence,gore,explicit sexual scenes and rape so please do not read if these subjects bother you}

She lied to me. I wanted her. I had her. But why was I not please. I should be pleased. I was satisfied of that I was utterly sure. Her lips against my neck urging for me to go faster. Her legs draped around my torso whilst I filled her. The way she whispered my name. She had a child! Yet when I entered her. There was clearly a barrier. There was no denying it. She was tight around me. The child was clearly not hers! Was everything she told me a lie. I was moving frantic about my drawing room. A soft knock abruptly drew me from my thoughts. "Come in" I yelled from across the room. The door opened and before me stood my wife. A deflowered virgin. She could not even look me in face. Her cheeks were flushed. I could only imagine the amount of bravery it took her to walk down these stairs and to face me. "Has my wife lost her tongue?" "No your grace" she shook her head. "Good because there is a matter at hand. It seems to me madam that you came to me untouched. A virgin. You can imagine my shock. You have a child!" "I can explain" she reached for me and I drew back. "What is there to explain? That you lied to me! Who's child is it? Did you steal it? Had everything you told me been a damn lie! How can I even trust anything you told me so far!" I roared. A slapped kissed my cheek rather roughly and swung my head to the side. "You don't speak to me that way! I am your wife your equal. So shut up and let me speak!" Scarlett has a baby and is running away from her fiancé Stephen to find a husband. But why is running away from him? Her only choice to be rid of Stephen is to marry someone. She ends up marrying Lucian a half drunk she rescued one night. How will their story turn out? COVER MADE BY: Queen_of_ craziness

"Elizabeth, Which one looks best? White or blue?" I sighed and looked up from my computer. "The blue one Christopher" he grinned and peeled off the white shirt that covered his beautifully sculpted upper half. I never got tired of that sight. He cleared his throat making me snap out of my little fantasy. "Can you help me with this tie, it's bloody impossible?" I chuckled and stood up before moving towards his tall frame. I finally stood before him and reached my hands up to sort the material hanging loose around his neck, I felt his well defined torso under the blue shirt that now covered his body, my fingers shook as I wondered what it would be like to feel his skin under my hands. His face was that close to mine that I felt his warm breath on my skin, causing a shiver to run down my spine. His muscular arms folded around my waist, large hands spread out over the expanse of my lower back pulling me closer. My breath caught in my throat as I looked up and saw his gorgeous, sparkling blue eyes staring into mine with so much affection that if he wasn't holding me I'm afraid I'd be a pile on the cold tiles. His face neared mine and as his lips brushed mine he whispered the one name I never imagined he would. "Elizabeth" My eyes closed under his spell and I felt myself moulding into his embrace. My lips were an inch away from his own, so I moved that little bit further and- "Elizabeth!" Oh Fuck. Elizabeth Harper is a 23 year old costume designer from London. She had worked for many people on many T.V shows and films, but none like him. He was something else, he was the one who made the butterflies flutter in her stomach when her name fell from his lips, the one who's smile always cheered her up even when she was in the shittiest mood. One problem. He's not the man she is marrying.

Some people like the cookie. Some like the cream. I like them together, with some milk of course. But, I'm not talking about Oreos. Nope. This is my life. ___________________ BWWM ___________________ ©All Rights Reserved 2014. Disclaimer: read this book at your own risk. It's terrible. I was extremely young when I wrote this and did not know better. This book is an apt example of "it gets better" (or more tolerable) if you manage to stick around til chapter 17-18.

-?- There's an innocent, sweet and naive 18 year old named Hailey Stanford who gets married to a 24 year old guy after 2 months from their encounter. She's the typical love struck girl that believed in love at first sight. Did i mention she is an orphan.... Who meets a billionaire named Damien Wyatt the typical arrogant, sex addicted rich guy who makes his wife's life a living hell after only 9 months of marriage. What we all are wondering is why the hell does he do this to her? The real question is why does he want revenge on a girl who clearly doesn't know what the hell is going on!! But something makes her feel like she knows him maybe from another time? Could Hailey be right that she knows Damien from before or is it just her head messing memories up One thing is for sure They are Out For Revenge A/N : Mature content, Revenge ;) Love and more...

No one can save her from him. Book Two.

Seven years ago... I was his stalker. Three years ago... I was his wife. Two years ago... I was his ex-wife. Since the day he left me, my life has never been the same. It seems like I gathered all life's misfortunes - my mother died from cancer, our family business went down and my dad could not face the shame so he killed himself leaving me to take on the responsibilities of paying his debts. I have to work hard to make ends meet. I worked as a baker, a dance instructress, and an entertainer in order to pay the debts as well as to support myself. I was trying to be okay until he came back. He manipulated everything - owned the bakeshop where I worked as a baker, paid me to give him private dance classes and made me agree to perform in private with him. Do you think that is already worse? Nah-uh! He my family's debt so I am obliged to pay him based on his terms. I am Patricia Sandoval, sold to Stuart Cordoval - I am his personal assistant, private chef, personal dance instructor, exclusive entertainer and on-call bedwarmer of my beloved ex-husband. This may sound absurd, but yes, I am sold to my ex-husband. Note: This is originally a story written in Filipino but since there have been requests for its English version, I am going to slowly upload an English translation of this story.

Isabel Michaels and Kiera Cohen are best friends since they were 4. Isabel's brother John, and Kiera's brother Jacob are best friends also. All 4 of them are seniors at SpringField High in Vancouver. One day, very late at night, Isabel was walking home from prom, then someone comes up behind her, covers her face with a cloth, she fought it and turned around and saw her best friend, Jacob. --------------------------------------------------------------------- "Jacob?" I asked while backing away. He looked at me and pushed me onto the ground and my head hits something hard. Next thing you know, I blacked out.