It's not everyday that you get asked by a multi-billionaire man to marry his son. One day when Abrielle Caldwell was having the worst day of her life; the son of a multi-Billionaire bumps into her making her drop her books outside of school. Not knowing he was Ace Daniels, she threw all her anger out at him, and Ace ended up picking up her books for her. When Ace's father sees the first time that his son obeyed, he knew Abrielle was the girl that could tame Ace.

Liv Marsh is going to UCLA. Surely wanting to get over her ex who happened to breakup with her just before summer ended. I mean it was the "long distance" excuse he used, until he becomes her dorm neighbour, along with his roommate hottie... that she might just fall for.

Twenty-one-year-old waitress, Hope, can only dream of living a better life. Keeping her little brother safe is her top priority no matter the cost to her own happiness. So when she meets Caleb, who seems too good to be true, her instinct is to resist - but what if he's the only one who can save her? ***** Hope is struggling to make up for her mother's absence and provide for her six-year-old brother. Enter: Caleb, who comes from money and lives a good life, but can't help feeling like there is something missing. Tired from a long day's work, he stumbles into the small café where Hope works. When fate gives him the opportunity to help his enigmatic waitress, he finds himself in a world where all that matters is saving Hope. But knowing that danger is on the horizon, would Hope let Caleb into her world? Content/trigger warning: This story mentions drug use and addiction. [[word count: 50,000-60,000 words]] Cover designed by Ren T.

Addie May knows loss like no one else and when she has nothing left for her in Beverly Hills, she flees to Texas where she meets Zac Ryan, the one man who might change it all. But Texas holds more than just the potential for romance. It holds part of her past, a new beginning and perhaps, it might just be meant for her. "Can I offer you something to wear to bed?" His tone was low and quiet. "A t-shirt?" "That would be great actually," I said, steadying my uneven breath. His eyes dropped to my shoulder where the strap of my dress had fallen again. I felt his fingertips on my skin as he lifted it and slid it back into place. "No problem," he murmured, his lips barely parting to let the words out. "Wouldn't want to wrinkle this beautiful dress." ©️