"I promised you." He said with a sly smirk on his lips. "No Ellis. I just want to get in the bath and chill in my pj's." I said not wanting him to get out the car. "I'll rub your feet and legs down. You can just sit back and let me do it." He said thinking that he was just going to sweet talk his way into my house. "Ellis." I groan, throwing my head back on the headrest of my seat. "I won't touch that pretty pussy of yours." He blurted out cause waves of heat to flush over me. My head snapped towards him meeting his blue eyes.

Isla Holbrooke wakes up everyday knowing she's different. She accepts it, she embraces it, but she's not sure she quite understands it. Her scars are mental, not there to be seen but to be felt. So when her friend signs her up for a matchmaking service, everything begins to change after she receives an anonymous text. What starts as a conversation leads to life-changing events. She no longer finds pity in her dull life anymore, no longer dreads the visits to her psychiatrist. Now, there's somebody to talk to and somebody who listens. Ash Castello has just come back from Italy. Forced to take over his father's business, he's already begun to hate the job his first day. The coffee machines are broken, profits are falling, and the designer he's supposed to work so closely with, despises him. But there's something that helps shed light into his day. Every morning, he finds himself waiting for a text from a girl he's never even seen before. He doesn't know the colour of her eyes, but knows that her favourite colour is silver. He doesn't know her name, but knows what she calls her Turkish Siamese But he definitely doesn't know that she's the same girl he works with everyday. The girl that hates him, is also the same girl who listens to him whenever he has something to say. No... definitely not. Cover image credits go to the rightful owners! :)

{London 1795} Katherine Ayim is resold illegally after running away from her master. Her new owner is known for his benevolent nature and approachable character. But, the middle class business man is overly protective of his investment. How good can a man be if he buys a slave? Or will be able to let go of the girl with the sunset eyes?