LOGINDear Readers, Apologies for the late announcement. I have been busy. I'll keep this sweet and short. Thank you for reading "Finding Mr. Perfect."Finally, we have concluded Freya and Kenneth's story. I appreciate the comments, reviews, and gems sent to "The Bad Boy Next Room." Your support made this book a success.You are probably wondering, what's next for me? For the rest of September, my husband is on medical leave. We are going to address some of his other medical concerns, hoping it might help his autoimmune skin disease. After that, I will take some time off. So, it might be until mid-October when I get a new book out. Just please keep posted on my social media account for an announcement.Thank you so much for supporting me always. Sincerely, LiLhyz
Kings’ Reunion – THE END.“Freya, wake up.” Kenneth kissed her cheeks. “It’s time to get up. We’ll have an early dinner.”Kenneth and Freya made love five times last night. In the morning, they went swimming and made love again in the afternoon until they surrendered to exhaustion. But now, it was t
Tie You Down.The first thing that Kenneth and Freya did after they arrived at the island resort in the Philippines was to have a full-body massage facing the sea.It was one of the things Freya had grumbled about over the past three years, yet Kenneth noted it. Next was an uninterrupted beach nap.
A New Generation.Up to the very last minute, Graham had hoped that Elise was carrying a son. He had prepared blue balloons and unisex-colored clothes for when his wife gave birth, but as he already knew, the doctor said in the delivery room:“Baby Girl Wright!”“Waah! Waaah! Waaah!” the baby cried
Baby Girl.Two months passed.Graham walked into the clinic with his wife like he was about to collect a trophy, not see an ultrasound. He’d been bragging to anyone who would listen—family, friends, even the barista at the Diamond Hotel—that he was definitely having a boy.He invited his parents and
Brown Hair.“We are going to Freedonia. We are going to drop by Braeton airport and get you guys,” Riley said to Gabrielle over the phone. “Kenneth and Freya? Those two have deprived us of experiencing the first kick. Instead, all I heard was Kenneth bragging about it on F-a-c-e-T-i-m-e!”“Tell me a
Freya’s Husband.“Let us welcome Mr. Dominique and his wife, the celebrant, Mrs. Margaux Fontaine!” the host called, and all guests stood up to clap.Freya’s heated discussion with the Bellamys came to an unfortunate pause.Everyone watched as the Fontaine couple made their way to the stage. Dominiq
The Truth Was Out.Veloura’s display of their new jewelry line sparkled on stage. The Bellamy couple smiled and posed for the cameras, flaunting the pieces that represented their wedding vows. They named the new collection “The Vow.”They showcased interlocked rings, infinity-motif bracelets, neckla
Love Letters.“You are an international hacker?!!!” Freya’s lips twitched upon what she had discovered.“Wife? Keep your voice down,” Kenneth scolded, his face looking serious.Freya’s brow rose. “There is no one in the plane but Geneva and Kirk.”When Kenneth frowned, she leaned closer and whispere
The Cure.The air was thick with moans—raw, unfiltered, and urgent.The desk beneath them creaked in protest, but the sound was drowned by the rhythmic slapping of their skins. Kenneth was buried deep inside Freya, his thrusts rough, relentless, and driven by years of pent-up hunger.“Fuck,” he grow







