How Many Books Has Julia Spencer-Fleming Written In Total?

Pamela, a devout choirgirl and college student, hides a secret craving for submission beneath her innocent facade. When she meets Richard Carter, her stern history professor with a commanding presence, she falls into a whirlwind of forbidden pleasure—rough hands, whispered commands, and punishments that leave her trembling. But Richard has his own secrets, drawing Pamela into a world of whispered secrets, rough pleasure and violence.

Kieran Reid and Spencer Moore felt relieved when they both graduated high school. This means no more competing with one another for first place in class and other school-related activities. Most importantly, there will be no longer seeing each other's faces. But what will happen when they both meet in the same university with the same schedule. Worst of all, they were paired to the same dorm room. Will Kieran and Spencer survive another year with each other? Are they both ready to let go of the past, or are they preparing for the worst?

For eight years in a marriage devoid of light, I had abortions five times. Every time, Sam would grip my hand when I woke up, his eyes red, and promise to find the best doctors to help me recover. After the third miscarriage, he finally hired a team of top-tier nutritionists, ensuring that every single meal was planned perfectly. He always comforted me, "Don't worry, Penny. We're still young, so we can have another baby!" When I found out I was pregnant again, snowflakes were dancing outside my window. I wrapped my fur coat tightly around my body and rushed to the company, only to hear Wren's furious voice outside the VIP suite, "Are you insane? Those five babies were your own flesh and blood!" Sam replied coldly, "Nicole needs specimen for her experiments. All I'm doing is providing her with the materials she needs." His words dug into my heart like icy spikes, and I could even hear my own bones cracking. "As for Penelope…" He chuckled. "Do you think that our marriage certificate is the real deal?" Snowflakes stung my face like needles, and I finally found out the truth about our marriage. From the very beginning, I was nothing more than a living test subject for the woman he truly loved. Sam was right. Those unborn children never even had legal identities, and were worth less than a piece of paper, just like my so-called marriage. Glass shattered from inside the room, and I could hear Wren cursing, but I turned and walked towards the elevator. Since Sam's priority was Nicole and nothing else, I was hell-bent on making him pay the price.

If you knew how your life would end, would you do something differently? Bruno didn't believe in fate, prophecies, or anything related to the future until that late afternoon when he and his friends were approached by a gypsy. He was completely skeptical until the gypsy sealed his fate: He would get married by the age of 24, have four children, become rich, but not by doing what he loves, nor through gambling. His father would pass away at 60 years old, two years younger than him. His destiny was linked to a young woman with brown hair, and all of this would happen only when Bruno met this woman. He promised himself never to fall in love with any woman with brown hair... And that remained true until he met Helena.

"Ms. Harris, you're already six months pregnant. The baby is fully formed... Are you sure you want to go through with the abortion? The hospital strongly advises against it." The doctor said hesitatingly. Phoebe Harris instinctively placed a hand over her swollen belly. Six months. The child had grown inside her, from something no bigger than a grain of rice to the size it was now. They say a mother and her child share an unspoken bond, and she could feel it too. If she weren't utterly broken inside, what mother would ever have the heart to give up her baby who was about to enter the world? After a silence that seemed to stretch on forever, Phoebe took a deep breath. Then, with a resolve that left no room for doubt, she said, "I'm sure."

In the eighth year of our secret office marriage, Marvin lit up every LED screen in Ocean City, just to make his little assistant smile. Amidst the well-wishes from everyone, the assistant cheerfully handed out gifts to the entire office. I casually tossed my gift into the trash. The assistant immediately ran to Marvin's office, tears streaming down her face, to report me. Moments later, Marvin, furious, suspended me from my position. As I walked out of the company building, Marvin's voice echoed from the loudspeakers on the top floor. "Celebrating Wendy's successful completion of her work, the gift is ready!" Wendy—was the assistant's name. As I watched the crowd rush past me, I calmly cut all ties with Marvin. This hidden marriage had come to an end.