Beauty Of Ashes

At six months pregnant, I joined a moms’ group chat to learn parenting tips from other mothers, and one of them couldn’t resist showing off. "I’m so jealous of you guys, getting to cuddle your babies all day. Not like me—I'm handing mine off to a free nanny right after giving birth!" 'Free nanny? Since when are nannies free?' I tapped on her profile picture—and the sight of that hand draped over her shoulder made cold sweat run down my back.

This book is authored by Kit Bryan. I'm an ordinary waiter, but I can see people's fate, including Shifters. Like all children, I was tested for magic when I was only a few days old. Since my bloodline is unknown and my magic is unidentifiable, I was marked with a delicate swirling pattern around my upper right arm. I do have magic, just as the tests showed, but it has never lined up with any known Magic species. I can't breathe fire like a dragon Shifter, or hex people who piss me off like Witches. I can't make potions like an Alchemist or seduce people like a Succubus. Now I don't mean to be unappreciative of the power I do have, it's interesting and all, but it just really doesn't pack much of a punch and most of the time it is just pretty much useless. My special magical skill is the ability to see threads of fate. Most of life is annoying enough for me, and what never occurred to me is that my mate is a rude, pompous nuisance. He's an Alpha and my friend's twin brother.

Struggling with the same mad man, Arist Bañara, who she never wanted, Mercian Ara Bueno spent the rest of her two years within her boyfriend's iron hands. She became the woman that wasn't really her and even developed fears that could easily bully her in times of attacks. When the couple had the chance to move at Arist's biological parents' house, Mercian hoped to finally seek help from others to escape from her boyfriend's mistreatments. But what shocked her was actually seeing Lucre Marcus Zorron being Arist's brother. Who would've thought that the man she lived with all this time was related to her ex lover?

Roan King. The uncrowned king of Barnett University. He's like a freaking celebrity around here. It's totally ridiculous. People, by which I mean grown women, actually stalk him on the internet. And around campus. Apparently he's god's gift to both football and the ladies (I'm using that term loosely). All he has to do is smile and girls just fall right onto their backs before spreading their legs nice and wide. I've heard that he's already plowed his way through half the female population here at Barnett. I'm sure he'll work his way through the second half before he gets drafted to the NFL later this year. Yeah... I don't plan to be one of them. The guy is nothing more than a conceited player. You know the type—a steroid infused meathead jock coasting through college on his football prowess. Ugh. I have three words for you—avoid, avoid, avoid. Need I say more? I don't think so. I've had the sad misfortune of running into him on campus. Literally. As in—I literally slammed into him before spilling my iced coffee drink all over that wide rippling chest of his (did I just say that?). What I learned from the experience is that Roan King is one hell of a cocky son of a— Ok Unfortunately for me, Operation Avoid-Roan-King isn't going so well. Everywhere I go, there he is. If he wasn't so ridiculously hot, he would be a hell of a lot easier to forget. With his dark hair, shocking turquoise colored eyes and (damn him) buff body, he's easily the most gorgeous guy I've ever laid eyes on. Crap... see what I mean? Why do I suddenly have the bad feeling that Roan King is going to lead to my utter ruin and downfall?

Evelina Dray: I have spent years cataloging what Obscura wanted forgotten. Erased names. Broken prophecies. Bloodlines rewritten by fear. Knowledge is supposed to be neutral, but I’ve learned that every truth has a cost, and someone always bleeds for it. Draven Kael is not a secret I was meant to find. He is a weapon the world buried and prayed would stay buried. He should terrify me. He does. But fear has never stopped me from opening a door. The Interregnum believes I will choose safety. Obscura believes I will choose loyalty. They are wrong. I will choose the truth, even if it burns everything I am standing on. Draven Kael: They call me a monster because it’s easier than admitting they built me this way. I was forged to kill dragons, to end bloodlines, to erase problems before they learned how to scream. The Interregnum didn’t give me purpose. It gave me permission. Evelina Dray is not supposed to see me. She looks anyway. She doesn’t flinch when she learns what I am, what I’ve done, what I was designed to destroy. That makes her dangerous. That makes her mine. This war is not ending. Not here. Not now. And when the world finally tears itself open, it won’t be heroes who decide what survives. It will be the weapons that were never meant to love anything at all.

A contemporary romance series full of hot nerds from USA TODAY Bestselling Author Megan Matthews. San Francisco is heating up this summer.With grad school under my belt I’m ready to start the next chapter of my life. San Francisco is a brand-new city. I have an amazing apartment, a new job, family, and friends to keep me occupied. Life in the city will be easy. Or at least it would if I could figure out why my heart skips a beat every time I see my hot neighbor.Handsome, funny, and always around right when I need him, Finnegan McRyan is my own personal knight in shining armor. The tousled hair and sexy glasses don’t hurt his appeal either. Finn acts like the perfect man, but there’s something about him that has me questioning if it’s too good to be true.Can I count on him when it really matters or is Finn using his good guy image to hide the truth?#explicit content#Age 18+The Boys of RDA is created by Megan Matthews, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author

"Don't judge my bangs. My mom made me do it." I say. "It's cute." He says, biting back a laugh. "Asshole." I murmur. "Wait... In the photo you're wearing..." He says trailing off. My eyes widen when I realize I'm wearing my bracelet in that picture. "I can explain." I say. <~~~~~~~~>

A deeply moving portrayal of the beauty of love, romance, courage, innocence, and strength. It is a surreal and beautiful story of the love of Christiana Grey and Tiger Kelvin. The story will unfold and examine the chapters of love. What is destiny? Is there something called fate? How did he do it? – Christiana Grey I was all alone in this world. Until he came into my life. Tiger is nothing less than a Greek God. But this is a world not made for me. After all who am I before him? He is a well-known reputed billionaire. I stand nowhere before him. Not to forget he soothes my ache. I have begun to imagine a new life for myself. The process of healing has started. When will this last? I have the whole night ahead of moonlit. After so many years I have got this. I am not going to waste a single moment of it… I want the moonlit night to be as long as my life…. I cannot remember the last time when I felt like this. I never felt so complete before. There is something authentic for sure about him. He seems like a savior who has come out of a fairy-tale story to save me all the way. But in doing so, I have opened the way to unseen dangers and life is going to be more troublesome. I have been fighting for my life all alone for years, and I fear I will have to do it again. Greater tragedies are waiting in my way ahead. Will I get Tiger’s company? Or he will turn out to be like other billionaires? - Christiana Grey

Perfection was the curse. I was born into wealth, beauty, influence, and a family empire that stretched across continents. People envied my life, not knowing it was nothing more than a gilded prison. The only thing that ever felt real was ballet, the passion my parents forbade because it brought them no power, no profit, no leverage. My parents; greedy, ambitious, unfillable, hid their cruelty beneath luxury. And on my eighteenth birthday, they revealed the ultimate betrayal. I was engaged to a powerful man twice. . . no, three times my age. A man feared across Europe. A man whose hands were stained with secrets the world pretended not to see. They sold me to strengthen an alliance. So I ran. Barefoot, shaking, heartbroken. I stole one of our visitor's chopper and fled to Sicily, thinking distance could save me. I thought I escaped the monsters who owned my life. But I only ran into a darker one. Because Sicily is his territory; Aldrick Moretti, the shadow king of the Italian underworld. Cold. Untouchable. Beautiful in the most devastating way. The man people whisper about as if speaking his name is a sin. A man with eyes that see through lies. . . including mine. And the moment he found me trespassing on his land, bleeding, terrified, and wearing the remnants of a runaway bride. . . He didn’t return me. He didn’t free me. He claimed me. Not as a business deal. Not as an alliance. But as something far more dangerous. He became my captor, my protector, my obsession, and the forbidden flame I should never have touched. Because in his world, love is not tender. It’s a weapon. And I am the sacrifice wrapped in a veil he refuses to let go.

Ember accepted her lot in life. On the run, she only wishes to find out the truth behind her dreams and solve the memory of her past. Keegan has only cared about protecting his pack, but when he sees the beauty dancing on stage and the flicker of flames in her eyes his body screams, Mate! Can Keegan tame the flames of Ember and together solve the mystery of her missing past? Or will they all burn together? Excerpt: “This is the reason I’m always tired,” I think to myself. Twenty-four years of coming here and still not a single clue, but every time I close my eyes, I return to this place. I know my surroundings perfectly. Oddly the place is beautiful to the eyes. The old house sat among flowers growing around all sides. The aroma of honeysuckle and jasmine fill my lungs filling me with a moment's peace. I’m sitting in my usual spot. Gripping the ropes of a swing in the front yard held by a large oak tree. Waiting I begin pushing my legs back and forth sending me in motion. I know something is about to happen. It happens every night. The house moves in front of my eyes. I see the shadows coming, but I don’t stop swinging. They are black as night but I can see smiles within the shadow grinning bright. “What is this place!” I cry, fed up with this nightly repetition, but no sound emerges. A noise can be heard from the back of the house. One of the shadows turns toward it. I jump down to follow only to have the other shadow hold me back. “Don’t go. Not yet. Listen to me!”