Emma White Author Novels & Stories

I can't imagine a greater freedom than that. The End . . . . . Ember Casey is a USA Today bestselling author who writes sizzling romances about wicked billionaires, Hollywood bad boys, playboy princes, and rugged adventures. Her other works include His Wicked Games and the Fontaines of Hollywood series. You can find more about her work at EmberCasey.com.

Congratulations, you have ruined any nonexistent chance you might have had with him. ‘That’s so cool! So what have you written till now? How many best sellers? I am an avid reader myself. Don’t tell me, you are that anonymous Sarah J. Williams who is there but not there. Why are you anonymous? Why hide this charming face and talents? I love all of those works. Dorky And The Hoes. Once In My Cunt. The Spicy Daddy. And The Exotic Empress. Damn! Those were hilarious.’

Who all greeted me with so much excitement and others kept seeing me as Landon’s girlfriend, which I had to deny so many times that I’m just a friend. “You look really cute.” One of them, Blake commented. He had red hair, a few piercings on his ears and nose, and he was quite tall and muscular. Red beautiful eyes and if I didn’t know him, I would say he was quite a celebrity. He also had tattoos all over his torso except for the visible areas. “Thanks.” I took a step back, and he kept coming forward. “Blake, she is off limits.” Another one named Jeremy came in with a bright smile.

Emma noticed that Amelia dyed her hair edges pink, and Amelia noticed that Emma's red hair had gotten redder, more fuller and longer. She whistled as she noticed that her kid sister was looking better, more beautiful. "What!" Emma asked, laughing, as she heard Amelia whistle.

in the Emily Diamond story. Byron startled a bit when he came across a picture of the author. She was pretty, small and pale, with a mischievous smile that made her eyes twinkle. Though her hair was down in the picture, it didn't take a great leap of imagination to see it pulled into Wednesday Addams’ style braids. Byron had no doubt (mask notwithstanding) that Emily Diamond was the woman from his dream. It was in the way she stood, the way she cocked her head slightly to the left.

5 seconds later, I'm smiling because of the night full of passion. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ P.s : Do you know E.L. James? Yeah she is the author of the erotic novel 'Fifty Shades of Grey' I will explain who she really is, because she is a shy woman but has a crazy imagination. I feel proud of her.... EL James is the name of the author of the novel 'Fifty Shades of Grey' which so far has sold more than 40 million copies worldwide. Who would have thought, James who wrote the erotic novel was actually a shy woman. How's James' story?

Without you, the readers, I wouldn't have been able to tell their stories. Please feel free to reach out to me through my social media pages. On my Face book page as Maramartha. And on my Instaagram as maramarthaa. While keeping an eye out for Calum’s story: To Seduce My Stepbrother, you can check out my other completed stories; 1. Mr Reluctant Billionaire. 2. Mrs Reluctant Billionaire 3. Erotic Shades Of Passion: a short erotic anthology. (This one is just 42 chapters).

He clicked on his most recent Word document, updated the day before, and scrolled to the top page before motioning for Emmie to come closer. She did, inching toward him and making sure the flowy summer dress she was wearing didn’t roll up too much. As her eyes focused on the screen, Ramsay carefully lay there, waiting for her reaction. They widened the moment she saw a catchy title with the words ‘a novel by R. Jones’. “No way,” Emmie exhaled, scrolling to the foreword and reading the few words that started it, already knowing this book was something most people would need a dictionary for (if their parents didn’t work as journalists). “You write!”

Malachi states. “Yeah, that’s the feeling I am getting as well,” I admit. Devon linked a few of the wolves that run shops in town to see if they had seen our group of women, but none of them had. That is weird, considering they are all rather easy to spot. I got a link from one of the guards that just happened to be in town, and he said that he had seen Esme in town but not the others. If anyone of them, Emerald should be the easiest to spot. With her unique hair and eye colour, she usually stands out.

she began in a placating tone, “but I do know who you can ask about it.” “Emma, I swear, if you’re leading me on again, I will—” Emma Routh, my first and probably only friend in Forest Hills High, raised her hands up in surrender. “I’m being totally serious now… promise.” I placed the book back on my table. “Alright… spill.” “The one you want to talk to is Evan Leahy,” Emma replied. “He’s the chronicler of all things strange in Forest Hills.” “You say that like there are a lot of strange things happening in town…” I replied.