Code Name Christmas Party

When Kaira walked in on her boyfriend of two years, tangled in her sister’s sheets on Christmas Eve, something inside her shattered beyond repair. Stumbling into a bar, heart numb and vision blurred, she wanted only to forget. So when a devastatingly handsome stranger approached, she offered herself to him, no questions asked. Until consequences found her. A missed period, and a pregnancy she wasn't expecting. Panicked and ashamed, Kaira vanished, unaware that the man she ran from was no ordinary stranger. He was an Alpha. And he would burn the world to ashes to find the woman carrying his heir, no matter how long it took.

The night before our wedding anniversary party, my husband—Harvey Clarke—receives constant calls from his first love, Cassie Moss. He responds by holding me closer, and I ask, "Aren't you going to pick up? What if it's urgent?" He firmly shakes his head and says he has already moved on. But when he receives news of her at the party, he breaks down right there and then, oblivious to the room of staring guests. When he tries to leave, I stop him in a panic, but he turns to me with a pure look of disgust. "Cassie's dead. Happy now?" The words hit me like a lightning bolt.

I was five months pregnant when my husband, James Fletcher, allowed his mistress to invade our lives—on the very night of our wedding anniversary. But she didn’t just come to flaunt her presence. She came to take my life. Pregnant and vulnerable, I confronted her, desperately clinging to my dignity. But the fight ended with me tumbling down the staircase, my swollen belly crashing against the cold, hard ground. Blood seeped across the floor, vivid and unrelenting. James only arrived after hearing about his precious mistress’ ordeal. He stood there, staring at the pool of blood, at my broken body. But instead of helping me, he rushed to her side. She had nothing but a few superficial scratches, yet he swept her off to the hospital like she was the one dying. By the time he returned, my child was gone. The doctors barely managed to save me. And what did James do? He struck me in front of everyone, his words sharper than the sting of his hand. "Lisa only wanted to bring you a Christmas gift, and you attacked her out of nowhere! You shameless witch!" “She didn’t force her way in! What nonsense! I gave her the house key ages ago. You just can’t stand that she’s prettier and kinder than you!" “You didn’t just hurt her. You killed my child! You vile, despicable woman. Why couldn’t it have been you instead?” Lisa stood beside him, pretending to comfort him while flashing me a smug, victorious smirk. James’s vicious tirade didn’t stop there. He dragged my name onto the internet, painting me as a monster.

Ana has never been the type to party or drink. But the one night she decides to let loose, she ends up meeting a man who will shake up her entire world.

My brother-in-law started making a fuss about wanting to spend Christmas vacation at the beach, so I decided we'd make it a family trip. When my husband's adoptive sister got wind of it, she insisted on tagging along with her kid. Without a second thought, my husband went ahead and booked plane tickets for everyone—except me. He expected me to drive there with all the luggage. I thought at least someone in the family would speak up for me, but no, they all sided with him. Fine. If that's how they want it, then we'll go our separate ways—what's theirs is theirs, and what's mine is mine. But the moment I took that stance, the whole family suddenly started panicking…

My sister, Vivian Richmond, is celebrating her birthday with the rest of the family while I lie trapped in an abandoned factory, bleeding heavily. She's hired four thugs to torture me, and they've left me fighting for my life. I crawl toward my phone with what little strength I have left. When I finally reach it, I call my husband, Ethan Monroe. "Ethan, I'm seriously injured. Come save me now… I'm at the factory nearby. It won't take much of your time…" He scoffs at my weak, desperate voice. "Sienna, whining won't get you anywhere. Are you playing the victim now?" he says. "You'll stop at nothing to ruin Vivian's birthday party, huh? Hurry back with a gift and apologize to her, or I won't go easy on you this time." Before I can speak, I hear Vivian calling his name over the line. Ethan has no idea that the moment the call ends, I no longer need his forgiveness. He doesn't know that the foul, rotting corpse that makes even an experienced forensic pathologist like him recoil in disgust belongs to the wife he's hated for years.

Book two. Please read "Not All That Glitters" before "Not All Who Wander Are Lost."Christmas 2019 in Auburn brought with it a chance for new beginnings. Complicated relationships started to mend and different recoveries were being made. As far as Whitney York and Hollis Bogard were concerned, they knew every hardship they'd face from that point on would be easier since they had each other for support.Fast forward to May, five months later. While making the last minute preparations for she and Whitney's Christmas gift to New York for a week, Hollis gets some disheartening news. If that weren't bad enough, patching things up with her parents was turning out to be a long, winding road. Dalton's prolonged, stressful testimonies to ensure he gets more than a cash settlement from the wealthy prick who put him in a wheelchair after driving drunk is the last straw. As Hollis starts wrestling with her inner demons again, slipping downward is inevitable. Will she confide in Whitney, or risk relapsing?Since disowning her, Whitney stopped hearing from her perfect family altogether. While the lovers are wrapping up in New York, she suddenly comes face to face with Hollywood's latest headliner;Theresa, her famous sister, has died. Urged to attend the funeral, Whitney makes it clear she won't go without Hollis, the very person her parents blame for staying in Maine.Buckle in! Disclaimer: Strong mature content, graphic scenes, drug usage. 18+, please. This novel won’t be for you if you’re not comfortable with any of the above topics.2020 All Rights Reserved (you know how it goes) Please don't attempt to steal any part of my work.

Five years ago, Anya Russell lost everything in one night—her love, her freedom, her faith in happy endings. The man she loved, Chase Andrews, disappeared after her father bribed him to leave her, and by the end of her graduation party, she was engaged to Kennedy Davenport, the arrogant heir her father chose for her. Now, Anya is trapped in a cold marriage built on lies and bruises. Kennedy controls her life, her name, even her father’s company, which is crumbling fast. When a mysterious investor arrives to save it, Anya’s world tilts—because the man standing before her isn’t a stranger. He’s Chase. Only now, he’s Orion Nikandros—a powerful Greek billionaire with ice in his veins and revenge in his eyes. His one condition for helping? Anya must work for him. She wants to refuse, but her husband doesn’t give her a choice. Working for Orion brings back everything she’s tried to bury, the love, the pain, the betrayal. He thinks she abandoned him. She thinks he sold her out. But as old sparks reignite, so do old wounds. And between the lies, the power, and the past, Anya must decide if love is worth risking her heart one last time.

"My engagement party is tomorrow," Cecilia said calmly. "But I'm missing one thing." "What?" he asked. She smiled. "A fiancé." "My pleasure," he said, voice low and steady. "Miss Fiancée." *** The night before her engagement party, Cecilia is betrayed by her ex and her own cousin. But humiliation won't be her ending. In a bold move, she picks a devastatingly handsome stranger to play the role of her fiancé. What she doesn't know is--Liam Sinclair isn't someone you simply "choose." He's dangerous, powerful, and far from ordinary. By the time Cecilia realizes who he really is, it's already too late. Because Liam never lets go of what's his.

In the world of high-stakes tech, Theodore Zayne Vidalle Montenegro is a god. He is cold, calculated, and lives by a strict code of honor. He doesn't do distractions, and he certainly doesn't do love. Coleen Alexandra Enriquez is the only one who can handle his moods. As his secretary, she knows his coffee preference, his darkest secrets, and the exact way his jaw tightens when he's angry. She's been the silent shadow behind his success for years. But when a corporate scandal threatens the Montenegro legacy, Theodore proposes a deal that isn't in her job description: A temporary marriage to save the family name. In this game of power, honor is everything. But when the lines between professional and personal blur, will Coleen survive the fire of being Mrs. Montenegro?