Joshua turn to get a closer view of, his stepmother? Can he even call her that she was younger than him! She was staring at him like he was a monster. With those big brown eyes. Halley was shock to the spine. The man standing in front of her was so handsome! This couldn't be her future husband. "I'll like to introduced you to--" "I know father your wife." Joshua lifted Halley's hand and kiss it gently. "Nice to meet you lovely lady. I must admit I can't come to call you mother as yet--" "Joshua! " Lord fisher shouted glaring at his son." She is not my wife ,she is yours." Joshua look at his father then Halley with shock expression before throwing his head back and roar with laughter. " father..I thought you weren't one to jest." Find out what happens next in this twisted tale of love, romance and a bit of humor. Highest rank #4 in historical fiction Beautiful Cover design by @M_Rainberry

Henrietta serves the riches and cruelest man in all of Theodosia. After having lost his wife during child birth he retreats from the world and Henrietta is left to fulfill her mistress last wish. As the years go by, Calvin soon realizes that a maid has been a mother figure to his son. Angered and ashamed, Calvin opens the doors of his Manor to seek a proper mother for young Henry. He seeks to rid himself of Henrietta, but soon he will realize how much he really needs her.

Roxana kept her head bowed as Alexander stepped towards the captives of war, sweeping his cloak behind him. He passed by all of the women with the indifference and sobriety that rivalled their fairness and beauty. "The Bactrian women are eyesores," His deep, passionate voice ran out, earning the chuckles of his generals. That was when she realized that a pair of feet in leather soles had stopped before her. Slowly, she looked up. She saw a pair of metal greaves on strong, sturdy legs. She saw a kilt and scaled armour securely tied off at the shoulders. On the centre of his chest was engraved a sun with a face drawn on it. Then she focussed her eyes on his chiselled jawline, then at his arrogant mouth, and then his mismatched but clear brown and blue eyes. Roxana's eyes widened. This was the greatest commander ever known on earth, the one who massacred thousands of citizens who revolted against him in Thebes, the one who had burned down the palace complex of Persepolis in one night, and the one who never lost a battle in his life. She wanted to look away from his intense gaze. But she lifted her chin a little higher and boldly locked her gaze with his. "What is your name?" He asked, his expression stone cold. She felt his hand touch a lock of her long, dark brown mane. His gaze bore into her eyes so piercingly that she decided to cast her head to the side. "Roxana, my lord." She replied. "Who is your father?" "Oxyartes, mighty warlord and nobleman of Sogdia." "Ah, Oxyartes. I know him. I know him very well," He smiled. Then he bent down so that the tips of their noses were almost touching. She could feel his warm breath which turned into mist in the freezing winter air. Roxana shivered. "Tell your father that I have come," He whispered, "And that his people are now my people."

Amazing cover by ONYXVIXEN She Stirred my blood like no one ever has She stole my breath with just a look Her touch made me feel as though i'd die if i never felt her touch again She was my obsession my love my life But i was already married to another And she was forbidden