When someone says they're "falling in love", they don't literally mean it. It's an expression; a term they use to describe the feeling associated with a new romance. That heart-in-the-throat, adrenalin-pumping, roller-coaster type of feeling. When I use the expression "I fell in love", I mean it quite literally. I literally fell in love. The pond of love, to be exact. Now, that's not to say that it's some magical body of water which makes one fall in love (although, that's a common misconception). As the legend goes, it's a pond made by a god for his greatest love, whom he lost to the passage of time. He removed the dirt by hand, fistful by fistful, until there was a hole deep enough to hold all the tears he'd shed for his lost love. And then there was me, facing the god Amon, my clothes soaked with the precious tears he'd shed for his lover. Yes, I'd quite literally fallen in love. And into deep shit. ___________________________________________________________ Etta Mae is an archaeologist. A brand-new, recent graduate with absolutely no experience, she manages to score one of the most sought-after placements: as the assistant to world-renown Egyptologist, Salma Hayes. With a suitcase of clothes and a backpack of books, she flies for Giza, Egypt, to begin her new life. That is until she disappeared. Etta made a mistake--she walked off on her own. And the result? She fell through the earth and landed in the pond of Amon, the King of Egyptian Gods. Cover by @sereneur

"And... the fifth rule," he came forward, locking me between him and the slab again. "This should be the last time you talked to me like that," he lowered his face to my level, spiking my heart rate further. "Next time you rant on or call me by the name, I'll personally make sure to shut your lips," he whispered without a hint of casualness on his rugged face. "Will you follow the rules, Althea?" * * * When archaeological intern, Coretta Hayes, is transported to the fourth century BCE for a ground zero reporting, she discovers something that's unknown to the modern historians. The kingdom of Romanos. And she's over the moon when she manages to become its court writer, disguising herself behind the fake name of Althea Rosemary. But there's a problem. The kingdom's smouldering ruler, Julian Romanowski, is too interested in his newest court writer. And he wouldn't let her go anytime soon. *This is a newadult book ~ mild mature content* # Winner of Ambys 2024 in Favourite Historical fiction Novel # Featured on "Slow Burn" reading list of Wattpad Romance # Featured on "Echoes of the Past (Historical)" reading list of Wattpad TimeTravel

SEQUEL and Finale to Rendezvous in the Romanowskian Empire. *Can't be read as a Standalone*

[COMPLETE] [IN NEED OF EDITING] "He won't satisfy you like I will darling you know why? Because he's not me and you're not his slut. You're mine" "Answer him Adora or so help me you won't cum" Reid landed a spank to Adora's already sore ass. "R-Reid I can't fuck I can't" he locked his fingers into her curly hair pulling her up continuously slamming himself into her. "Be a good girl for me Adora and pick up the phone" he said lowly in her ear, filling her up. Adora reached over for the phone still feeling her orgasm building up. His hand reaches around her to rub her clit. "Adora baby where are you?" ➪ Adora Rose married to Theodore Hunt one would call him a momma's boy, their marriage is simple, problems she cannot handle. Their sex life is absolutely nothing Adora wants, she learns more about her sexual desires when Theo suggest a sex therapist. But he hires the best sex therapist in the country Reid Romano who introduces Adora to the world of BDSM. Adora fell for his charm even trying to avoid the idea of cheating on her husband but could ignore the temptation that came along with it. cover by RoseEmiliaSnape ✍︎︎ highest rankings #1 in therapist !! #1 in bwwm #1 in good girl #1 in affair #1 in secretrelationship #1 in bdsmrelationship #1 in sexual frustration #1 in submissive #1 in possessive #1 in darling #1 in mature #2 in jealousy #3 in ongoing #4 in love

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❝Read me your favorite pieces of poetry while I please you❞ I feel his hardness grow underneath me and watch as his chest begins to rise and fall. His lips part open with heavy breaths. I begin to unbutton his shirt slowly, kissing down his neck almost in the worse and possible - teasing way. The cross necklace lying there, his holiness slipping away inch by inch as I leave my sins along his untainted skin. "P-Please" The deep vibration I feel against my lips as they stay on his pulse. I smile and lift my head, with one slow grind of my hips. Alessio let's a hot moan fall from lips. His erection grows harder, as well as the pulse of my clit. My pussy directly above him. "Read to me Alessio" - Honey Rose is a eighteen year old nymphomaniac sin, her desire for sexual pleasure and the way words slipped off her tongue easily without regret, get her sent to Hartford Academy. Where studies and religion are the only things allowed to be spoken in the halls. In which a nymph corrupts the innocence of her Dean's Son. Cover by : RoseEmiliaSnape Highest Rankings - #1 in badgirlgoodboy. #1 in nymph. #1 in unholy. #1 in tension. #1 in naughty. #1 in boarding-school. #2 in forbidden. #2 in tutor. #5 in seduction. #6 in unholy. #7 in lust. #10 in innocent. #11 in temptation.