Books On Knots

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT Luna Salvador will do anything to save her daughter's life and that includes conning Alex Cooper, the wealthiest bachelor in Houston who ruined her only chance of getting the job that would solve her biggest problem. Alex Cooper discovers Luna's game and desires nothing more than to crush her under his feet but he finds himself falling head over heels for the feisty mother and her adorable daughter. What happens when Luna turns down Alex's offer of love?

“Do you, Alex Snow, take Jennifer Walker, to be your lawfully wedded wife?” My soon to be husband looks at me with the eyes of a beast, ready to rip me apart at any second as he says tightly “I do” Although he just vowed to take me as his wife, to love and cherish, his ‘I do’ vowed something else entirely. It was an oath to make me suffer horribly at his hands. As soon as the words “I do” left my own mouth I was certain, I just sealed my own fate by marrying Alex Snow. In a small town called “Snow” known in all of Alaska for its huge illegal smuggling business on the border of America and Canada, Alex Snow; the new leader of the Snow clan that controls and dominates the smuggling territory, forces Jennifer Walker into marrying him against her will. After his father gets murdered by Jenny’s father, Patrick Walker, the Snow clan vows to take their revenge on the whole Walker bloodline. But killing the responsible man, sends both families into a blood feud as both clans vow to make the other one pay. The only way to stop that bloodbath from turning into a massacre, and claiming more innocent lives was a peace offering in the form of marriage from both families. Jennifer’s world turns upside down as she turns out to be the one Alex Snow asked to marry specifically in order to stop that war. Her only thought at that moment was “He is going to make my life a living hell” *The town Snow and everything it represents is real inside the world I created in this book. It’s as real as you believe it to be, but It doesn’t exist in real life*

Zero is a fiery assassin contracted to kill Alex, a billionaire scientist, but on her way, she has a ghastly accident. In a twist of fate, same man she was sent to kill, champions the cause for her survival by paying her hospital bills and bringing her into his home to take care of her. A series of events take place which lead to their getting emotionally close - so close that sparks begin to fly. Question that keeps popping up in zero's mind is who is she and why does she feel this type of way for the man who says he's her boss. You see, Zero has lost her memory, she doesn't remember a thing. That's probably where the problem lies. A whole lot of drama later and she finds out things are not as they seem. Certain people have been yanking her chains. They have to pay!

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?

"Saya pesan kamu!" tegas Kim yang mengeluarkan nada suara baritone yang cukup besar, dan begitu terdengar maskulin oleh telinga Sasi. "Pesan saya, maksudnya?" tanya Sasi tak paham. Bahkan raut wajah Win pun terlihat bingung dengan ucapan atasannya yang terasa aneh. Kim mengubah posisi duduknya menghadap Sasi sekarang. Fokus kepada perempuan itu yang sedang berdiri di hadapannya. "Iya, saya pesan kamu untuk menemani saya malam ini di sebuah hotel berbintang," tukasnya sambil tersenyum. "Saya akan memberikan apapun yang kamu mau, dengan syarat berikan tubuh kamu ke saya." Kim mengucapkan kalimat tanpa bersalah dan berdosa.

On Benedict Bradford’s birthday, he posted a link on social media with a taunting offer: [$1.99 buys you a prank—target: Sansa Stormcloud.] So when I arrived at his party, the guests drenched me in water, hurled glasses, smashed cake in my face, and shoved me down the stairs. Benedict sneered as he stood over me, arm slung around Lina Kipling. “You think you’re fit to marry into the Bradfords? Pathetic. “You’re not even in Lina’s league. You’re worth nothing more than a couple of dollars!” I picked myself up, dusted off my dress, and handed him an invitation. “You know, Benedict, the Bradfords have another heir. “And shortly afterwards, you’ll address me respectfully as your sister-in-law.”

On The Low: His entire life, Cyrus has played it safe—studying for good grades, spending weekends quietly, asking no questions. Raised in a strict, conservative household, he never really had room to find himself. All that changes, however, when he finds himself crashing at a party he wasn't invited to. It is there that he meets Derick. Derick is the type who takes up all the space in the room, not that he tries. Older, rough, and with the reputation for keeping people at arms length, he is the polar opposite of Cyrus. Yet, in the midst of raucous music, cheap alcohol, and bad decisions, something happens between them. It starts innocently enough—glances, small talk, the ride home—but it intensifies. They start to meet in secret, and the curiosity soon intensifies into something greater. Derick catches glimpses of Cyrus that no other person catches. And Cyrus feels alive in ways he never has at any other point in his life. Yet, in their world, there is nothing that makes it easy. The secrecy comes at a cost, with Derick's fear of being discovered and Cyrus's bags causing rumors to go around. Things become tense at home and at school. Regardless of the best efforts at keeping things under the carpet, the truth ends up getting discovered.

I am the woman who stays the longest by the side of mafia Don Jasper Shaw. I believe I hold a unique place in his heart. But when his beloved Rosie Hurley suffers violation and falls pregnant, everything changes. Accused of orchestrating Rosie's downfall, I become the venomous villain in their eyes. To shield Rosie from gossip, Jasper publicly claims her unborn child as his own. Meanwhile, I am branded a depraved woman, defiled and discarded. Desperate, I reveal my own pregnancy to Jasper, pleading for our child’s future. He dismisses it as a ploy for attention. When I confront him, his words cut deep. "This is the sin you must atone for. Rosie has always been raised like a princess, and she can't endure the whispers—not like you." For the first time, I realize I am nothing to Jasper but a tool for his desires. Rosie locks me in a cramped cellar, where I suffocate and die. My body lies undiscovered for a month. When Jasper receives the call to identify my corpse, he brushes it off, prioritizing Rosie's prenatal checkup. "Amara's lies are piling up. So what if she's dead? Cremate her and then talk to me." My body enters the furnace and is reduced to a handful of ashes. Later, the mighty Jasper Shaw kneels and sobs uncontrollably. He begs for just one glimpse of me.

-Who are you?" Finally, he stopped the silence. His words were strong, angry, and loud. "-What?" I felt so confused still couldn’t let my eyes from his new look. And his actions of killing without any emotions made my voice trembling. "-I...TOLD...YOU...WHO... THE FUCK... ARE... YOU...?" With stiff teeth he seemed to lose his patience, slowly and frighteningly, he asked, no, ordered to me, without lifting his eyes from me, with every word he took a step closer to me until I could smell the sweat, dirt smell of his ammunition from him. His hard chest-like rock was so close that it barely touched my body. I was shivering he was so scary and I still wanted him badly. "-Are you joking with me? How to understand, who am I?" I whispered... I stopped our deep gaze, even though it wasn't easy. -"What's happening here? Where are we? Why are you...." I couldn't finish one of my hundreds of questions when my husband turned his eyes away from me to his men. -"Take that strange ‘pause from his lips, his eyes traveled from the top of my head to my legs" bitch, to the cell, that little mouth soon will be open for me. And she will talk as well too."

Ginny White, tall and curvy, was a graduate from a famous university. She wore a long white dress. I'd fallen for her since I saw her for the first time, but she didn't pay any attention to me. I never expected that just half a day later, Ginny would be on her knees begging me to do such a thing to her, just to get a bite to eat.