Elizabeth Bell can't escape her past. No matter what she does: changing her name or her looks. It's her handsome ex-husbands face on a magazine that haunts her every day. The nightmares of her past continue to torment her, and it gets worse when she comes face to face with the devil himself. -------------------- "You don't have a girlfriend right now." "That's right," Blake said sounding bored. "Everyone is wondering if that's because you aren't over your ex-wife, Elizabeth Bell." When he said that I froze. The last thing I wanted from this interview was for him to bring up my past life. Although I changed my name to Rose Matthews, I still freeze every time someone mentions that name. I try so hard to forget my past before I was Rose but when you have so many people constantly bringing it up you can't escape it. Blake's answer brought me back to the present. "No! Honestly, I was glad to be out of that marriage. It was a burden, constantly having to be married to her. I don't have a girlfriend because I want to be able to enjoy the single life for a while. Since I was tied to someone for so long, I just want to have some freedom in my life." He said honestly. I felt France and Jay each grab my hand. I felt my heart break again. I didn't think that was possible. My heart is already broken into a million pieces and somehow he was able to break it even more... ---------------------- Can Elizabeth and Blake learn to love each other again? Or will their past catch up to them?

Is it fair to let a mistake define a person? .......... "Miss...?" he assessed my face with his calculative eyes, waiting for me to tell him my surname. The file was in front of him but he didn't bother to look into it. He wanted to hear it from my mouth, as if he wanted me to feel the guilt reverberating through each cell of my body. "Clara." I said, lowering my head so that I won't have to look into his eyes. "Clara Vincent?" he asked in a serious tone, his piercing gaze boring hole in my forehead. "Avery. Clara Avery!" I said, my voice thickened with guilt and embarassment. .......... Just when Clara Avery thought she was able to left her past behind, destiny brings her back to the place from where she started. Six years after she broke Aaron Vincent's heart, she is forced to work with him but after what she did to him, would she ever be able to look into his eyes? #1 in Young Adult (4/9/2019) #14 in Romance (20/1/2019)

MOUNT VALLEY SERIES #3 As the star quarterback of the Harvard football team, Alfie O'neal reformed his bad boy ways and started anew. Just when he's getting a hang of his new life (and playing cat-and-mouse with a certain sassy MIT girl), the ghost of his past comes back to haunt him. He's used to dishing out revenge. But this time, he's on the receiving end. He has no choice but to go back to his old ways... and break some rules (maybe bones, too). So much for being good. ___ BAD BOY x SMART(ASS) GIRL trope STAND-ALONE (which means you can read this without reading the other books)

Hannah Sky was a average 22-year-old woman with a content life until the day she came home to find her boyfriend, Peyton of 3 years on top of her best friend Julia. That same day, Peyton kicked Hannah out of their home, Julia had now claimed her place. Logan Python was the long-lost son of Reginald and Anne Python; the richest couple in the country. He was sent away as a child due to his abusive father. Logan hated his parents for sending him away to be with his Uncle when he was a child. Even though Logan loathed his parents, he knew he would have to take over his father's company one day. He was awaiting the day they would approach him once again. Logan never thought he'd find a drunk, broken girl in a nearby bar the night he missed the winning shot for his basketball team. The moment Logan saw Hannah, he was instantly infatuated with this crying beauty. He wanted to save her. He wanted to save his "Bunny". Little did he know, that stubborn girl was heartbroken and was not willing to fall for a ex-player like him. She had her heart broken once and didn't want it to be broken again. Cover by @Infectious_Mortals Warning: This story contains mature language and mature themes. Read at your own risk.

Eva Rood își iubește foarte mult tatăl, preot într-o biserică din Renton, Washington și pentru a-l putea ajuta cu problemele de sănătate și cu obligațiile pe care el le are față de biserică, ia decizia de a amâna primul an de facultate. Ceea ce părea o decizie inofensivă se transformă în începutul unei vieți diferite, pentru că în acea după-amiază de vară, Eva observă de pe veranda casei noii vecini, ieșiți cu desăvârșire din tiparul cu care ea este obișnuită. Dark Of The Beauty © Toate drepturile rezervate Aiddda, 2016.

Jocul poate fi de atat de multe feluri. Poate fi unul nevinovat, sau o inscenare haotica in toata regula. Poate fi unul distractiv, ludic, sau o adevarata lovitura nimicitoare. Poate fi un joc corect, sau unul al naibii de murdar. Pot exista reguli, sau nu. Si nu in ultimul rand, poti sa alegi daca vrei sa fii pradatorul sau prada. Totul pana aici e clar si perfect rational. Dar partea cea mai grea vine atunci cand realizezi ca ai pierdut si nici macar nu stiai ca ai inceput sa joci.

Teama nu este singurul lucru care il face om josnic, lipsit de aparare sau judecata. Acest sentiment este unul banal, lipsit de importanta cand viata ta este prinsa intre pericol si dragoste. Dar aceasta dragoste nu este una cliseica, ci una interzisa. Dorinta de fugi cat mai departe este arzatoare, o nevoie atat de secatoare incat iti copleseste toata ratiunea, lasadu-i loc nebuniei curate. Misoginismul de care el dadea dovada si incapatanarea ei infantila i-au legat printr-un fir de otel. O lume unde banii iti domina exsistenta. Intr-o lume in care nu stii ce inseamna acasa, iubirea, a iubi sau a fi iubit. Intr-o lume in care toata viata ti se risipeste printre degete precum nisipul fin. Toata acestea numai la miezul noptii, atunci cand timpul de scurge cu greutate, iar tipetele devin un ecoul maiastru in departare. Doar la miezul noptii ura devine singurul sentiment care te domina, cautand razbunare. A/N: Cartea necesita editare. Imediat dupa finalizare, greselile gramatice vor fi remediate.

Trecutul e ca un puzzle infinit, cu piese lipsă, pe care nu-l poţi termina. Oriunde te-ai ascunde, el te urmează, creând confuzie, nesiguranţă, ură sau dragoste. Trecutul e parte din tine, datorită căruia prezentul este ceea ce ţi-ai construit pe parcurs. Memoriile se contopesc cu realitatea, dându-i o culoare ruginie, ca a inimii tale, zdrobită de atâtea ori. Alexander Blaze, idolul fetelor de la un liceu de prestigiu din New York, îşi începe ultimul an, dându-i peste cap din nou viaţa Feliciei Franco, una dintre cuceririle lui trecute. Cert este că nici el nu îşi poate da seama dacă simte ceva pentru aceasta, dar cu siguranţă va da greş de câte ori va avea ocazia să o dovedească. Între timp, fata devine captivă încă o dată în jocul lui, ajungând să-i poarte o duzină de sentimente: de la ură la dragoste sau chiar dispreţ. Cu cât întră mai mult în lumea lui plină de strălucire, sfârşeşte a se transforma în varianta lui feminină. Jocul seducţiei dintre ei începe, dar ia o întorsătură tragică. Finalul le este umbrit de greşelile săvârşite, care îi urmăresc până în ultima clipă. Cealaltă petală care pluteşte neîncetat printre vise o reprezintă Olivia Harrington, prinsă încă în mrejele însângerate ale unei iubiri peste care domneşte o ură mai puternică pe zi ce trece. Greg Thredson şi Zac Messer întruchipează spinii care îi sfâşie vălul dintre realitate şi fantezie. Deşi par a se urî, aceştia formau demult o prietenie fără picături toxice de răzbunare, care le bântuie sângele, transformându-l în otravă. Timpul trece, dar trecutul te bântuie fără oprire, fără sfârşit, iar consecinţele sunt fatale pentru inima ta meschină, prefăcută, necruţătoare, dar totuşi umană. Inima face ceea ce-şi impune, nu are stăpân, este liberă, este a ta. Dar oare ce dragoste triumfă şi cine reuşeşte să-i câştige atât trupul, cât şi iubirea celui mult râvnit?