"I won't sign. I won't sign. I won't sign-" "Sign, dammit!" He spoke after the failed attempt of remaining calm, grabbing her jaw harshly with his one hand, he pulled her face dangerously close to his and hissed. "Sign the papers. Because.. no one who you are expecting is coming here to get you, sweetheart.. So know this, that only 'I' would be standing right here! And sooner or later you are going to sign it with your own hands." ** John Bernard, a cold hearted billionaire from the most powerful and dangerous mafia family, swore to get his revenge and convert his hate by marrying Francesca Charles, who is precious to his enemy and wishes to make them suffer. He would bind her in a bond where he intends nothing but hate and revenge. Will she ever get a chance to save herself from her unfortunate fate and forced marriage?

Hadley Jamison doesn't know what to think when she hears that her classmate, Archer Morales, committed suicide. She didn't exactly know him, but that doesn't stop her from feeling like there was something she could have done to help him. So to Hadley's surprise, on the very night of Archer's funeral, she has a run in with Death himself and is offered the chance to go back in time to stop Archer from ending his life. The catch? She only has twenty-seven days to do it. And if Hadley doesn't succeed? Well, she doesn't want to think about that.

Wedding Planner's Golden Rule: Don't fall in love with the groom. Handsome, charming, billionaire playboy, Aiden Carlisle's wedding to beautiful, but demanding Caroline Baxter is set to be the event of the century. Sweet, smart and talented, Rosalie Darling is the best in the business; wedding planner to the stars! Planning a wedding brings people together, but what if it brings the wrong people close? * "Aiden. Aiden," she said, softly, hurriedly, breathlessly, clutching my shirt in her delicate hands. Her body was pulling me closer and her mind was pushing me away. I couldn't tear my eyes off her face, her lips. She was breathing heavily. "I'm planning your wedding," she said, her eyes focused on my lips, so close to hers, as she bit down on her lower lip. I smirked, chuckling darkly. "What wedding?" I asked. I tightened the grip that I had on her. And I pressed my lips to hers. * #1 in Love #2 in Romance #20 in Bad Boy