Predicting The Next President: The Keys To The White House 2012

To my parents, I was their obedient and kind daughter. To my students, I was their gentle and understanding piano teacher. To my audience, I was the star performer at the cabaret. Of all these different identities, my favorite was by far the last. I enjoyed the hungry gazes that fell on me, searing my skin like flames. I enjoyed the juxtaposition between my different identities, never tired of playing different roles. In a sense, I was born to act, and I was passionately devoted to each of my identities. So, won't you come watch me dance?

A stunning married woman came to me, asking to share an apartment. She could not afford the rent, so she offered to pay with her body instead. I thought I had conquered her both body and soul, but it turned out she had other intentions. What I had believed was a moment of passion turned out to be a dangerous trap, as this woman was a black widow. She snuggled up to me, laughing softly. "Don't you know that lust is a double-edged sword?'"

“This….this is not right,” she whispered, closing her eyes as let her head fall back as he kissed her neck. Pleasure engulfing her, her mind hazy but at the same time working. “What isn’t?” He asked, in that rich, smooth, velvet voice that was quite enough to make her drop to her knees. She opened her eyes, staring right into his hunger filled ones. “It’s forbidden.” She whispered. “It won’t be nice if we get caught,” His lips twitched and he rubbed the back of his palm down her face, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Who said anything about getting caught, Rivers?” •••• If there was one thing Sloane Rivers loved most, it was Christmas. After working her ass off all year as an attorney, she was disappointed when she was nominated to go on the mandatory firm retreat. A day after she arrived, she found herself sharing the lodge with an unexpected “roomie” Ethan Hale. An arrogant, 6’2”, ridiculously wealthy CEO due to a storm. Their cohabitating came with plenty of back-and-forth bickering and arguments that slowly turned into something she looked forward to even after he moved out of her lodge. After the retreat ended, Sloane returned to her normal life. What she didn’t expect was for Ethan to crash into her world again, challenging every principle she’d lived by. The man she’d met a week before Christmas might just be her undoing, because mixing business with pleasure was strictly forbidden.

When Alpha Lorenzo finds his mate and discovers she is a twelve-year-old orphan, he is certain the Moon Goddess has lost her mind. Why would she allow him to feel the mate-bond when they can't claim one another yet? What he doesn’t know is that this young girl has been delivered into his care for a reason. Arla is not only a powerful werewolf but also a powerful witch, and who better to fiercely protect her from those who wish to exploit her power, than her own fated mate. Arla’s journey of development and discovery, as she learns to harness her powers and navigate her new life, takes her from timid pre-teen to a strong and influential young woman. With Alpha Lorenzo as her protector, can she fight off the evil threats that lay in her path? And when the time finally comes for her to feel the mate-bond, can she forgive him for keeping it a secret all these years? *Completed*

River Black set out on a camping trip with her parents after a bad breakup. Lured into the woods late at night, River is pulled into another world, one far more dangerous and sinister than she could imagine. There she meets two princes of House Eventide. One is shrouded in darkness and mystery, cold hearted and wicked. The other is cursed and seeks only to save her. Both men want her for themselves. Can she ever escape? Does she even want to?

The hearse with the strange door came to a halt in front of the entrance. The sound of balls bouncing on the floor could be heard. There were children who cried in the middle of the night. Several footsteps, almost as if running around the corridor. Turning on and off the lights. Every time the wind blows, there are low whispers. At night, several hands roam around the body. "Who are they?" "Shh, they're our friends."