Is A Right To Be Hostile: The Boondocks Treasury Worth Reading?

THE PLAYBOY AND THE GOOD GIRL Mixing business with pleasure can be dangerous but also quite sexy. “Playboy” Liam Right works for one of the best insurance companies in the States. His skillfulness and professionalism are well appreciated by his boss and rightfully so, he’s in line for a huge promotion. Unfortunately, only married men get such promotions. So, for the next three months, Liam needs someone to play the role of the dotting fiancée. And it’s quite urgent to find this perfect “someone” since his boss wants to meet the “future Mrs. Right”. Chef Maxima Davenport has returned to New York to fulfill her goals: become one of the best chefs in the country and create her own “empire”, starting from a small catering business. She needs a perfect place big enough to take her first steps. The solution to her problem comes from Liam, her best friend’s brother and the one Maxima has loved since she was fifteen. So, Maxima agrees to help him but a few rules of this fake engagement must be followed religiously. No kissing or touching unless it can’t be helped. No sex... Definitely no sex. No fooling around while they are in the privacy of Liam’s apartment. But can they really follow these simple rules?

Allana had always thought that she had a perfect life, a loving family, a kind husband, a cute and lovable son, and a sweet adoptive sister. But everything was a lie, her husband cheated on her even before they married, her son dead, and her adoptive sister turned out to be her husband's mistress and her son’s biological mother. This made her question her sanity and her worth, driving her to the far corner till she hoped she was dead, but a man from her past seems to be lurking around waiting for her for years. Dead set on taking her own life, this man from her past showed her what it is to love herself, know her worth, and be loved unconditionally. Pampered and wanted, however, will Allana be willing to fall in love again? Book 1 of Love, Lust, Lies Series

When a chance encounter in a dimly lit club leads her into the orbit of Dominic Valente.The enigmatic head of New York’s most powerful crime family journalist Aria Cole knows she should walk away. But one night becomes a dangerous game of temptation and power. Dominic is as magnetic as he is merciless, and behind his tailored suits lies a man used to getting exactly what he wants. What begins as a single, reckless evening turns into a web of secrets, loyalty tests, and a passion that threatens to burn them both. As rival families circle and the law closes in, Aria must decide whether their connection is worth the peril or if loving a man like Dominic will cost her everything.

“Kiss me.” The words tumbled out and Lex stepped back instantly. He turned away from her and Isis felt her pride being butchered. “Isis, I-” His voice travelled through the room. It was laced with uncertainty. His back was still to her. "I am sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. I-uh. Good bye, Mr. Greyson.” Isis replied as she slid off the desk. She needed to leave, before her embarrassment killed her. Isis grabbed her bag and stalked off towards the door. A grip like iron encased her shoulder and she was spun around to face Mr. Greyson, he pushed her against the door and dropped her bag onto the floor. He pinned her body with his, a hand around her waist bringing her body against his and his other hand cupping her face. He ran his thumb along her lower lips and took satisfaction in her shuddering. He drew her hands up and anchored them above her head, pinning them to the door. His mouth slowly covered hers and moved teasingly. Isis gasped at the skillful movement of his lips against hers. He possessed her fully, slipping his tongue into her mouth. He tasted her, devoured her and nothing was sweeter for Lex. He fought to control his natural instincts firing to life and focused on giving her this but he was certain he would gain the most pain from it. He knew he would never forget this kiss, never meet its equal. He pulled away from her, their breath labored. He rested his forehead against hers and committed the moment to memory. He leaned off her, let her hands drop to her sides, he handed Isis her bag. "Good bye, Ms. Davenport.” He replied with some pain as he turned the door knob and allowed her to leave.

How rich can a person be? My wife is incredibly rich. People call her "The Queen of Cloudridge" because nearly half the city's properties are owned by her. We've been married for five years, and every time she goes out to meet her first love, she transfers a property to my name. By the time I have 99 homes in my name, she suddenly notices that something has changed. I no longer cry, beg, or ask her to stay. I simply choose the finest mansion in all of Cloudridge, bring the property deed with me, and wait for her to sign it. She signs the papers, and for the first time, she softens. "When I get back, let's go watch the fireworks together." I quietly tuck the agreement away and hum in response. But I never tell her what she's really signed this time. It's not a property deed. It's our divorce agreement.

Camilla George is a young singer at a local bar, who has everything going for her at her pace, but her life took a huge turn when she bumped into her doppelganger in a mall one day, but only if that was all. She was proposed to marry her fiance. How could she marry the fiance of a girl, who looked just like her? How was she supposed to cope? Did you think she was going to agree to the setup? EXCERPT: “Why are you messing around with me? Your job is just look pretty, and be my wife!” the cold man rumbled while glaring at Camilla, and a heavy sigh escaped her lips. “And that is what I have been doing, Mr. Sanders!” she rattled, but the man hissed, not believing it. “No, you have been doing more. You had been seducing me, and snugging into my mind!” he accused. “Was that a bad thing? So did you mean I should go away?” Camilla asked, meeting the man's fiery gaze, and she sucked in air when the man's hot palm touched her back. “No, even if you do, I am going to find you with my last breath, because you need to take responsibility for me,” he says. “So what happened to the no falling in love rule,” Camilla asked with a solemn look. “Trash it!” he says, crashing his lips on hers.