I Serve My Queen Inside Her Dreams

My twin sister died on her 18th birthday. She died of respiratory failure in a dark corner of a hotel after being raped. Her dearest friend, Joanne Lowe, whom she always cared for and supported, turned around and anonymously spread photos of my sister being raped. I then slowly ruined the face which had so badly wanted to replace my sister with a knife. With blood everywhere, I cradled Joanne's face as if it were a piece of art and said, "My beloved sister is gone, and you people who harmed her won't be let off so easily."

I was just a healer, never meant to matter to the Alpha. But one night changed everything. One night of passion, of promises whispered in the dark and then he ran back to her. Now, I carry his child. And she still holds his heart. In a pack torn by loyalty, war, and fate, I must fight not only for my unborn baby, but for my own place in a world that sees me as second best. He says he loves me now. He says he’s changed. But how do you trust a man whose soul is tied to someone else? When a threat rises that could destroy everything, the bond between us will be tested. Because this isn’t just a love triangle. It’s war. And someone’s heart will shatter before it ends.

SABOTAGING MY WALKOUT QUEEN BOOK 1: FATED TO LOVE HER "How long do you have to convince yourself that you don't love her anymore?" David believed to have been hurt by the same woman twice, leaving him with no other option but to hate her for the succeeding days of his life. [You can listen to my international radio interview in the U.K. here: https://soundcloud.com/ian-johnson-75/friday-31st-october-fridays-afternoon-evening-late-show-1029pm-1208am-uk-time-part-4 (29:00 to 33:00)]

Thirty days into our argument, my girlfriend kissed her first love passionately right in front of me. I quietly asked my boss for a transfer to the Northern City branch, which was thousands of miles away. Her friends clapped and teased me. “Ivan, your girlfriend’s getting a new boyfriend. Aren’t you going to win her back?” I held her hand and sincerely said, “I’m sorry.” She looked down at me with a proud smile. “Okay, I forgive you. Tomorrow, pack your things. We’re going to see my parents.” I smiled and agreed. But she did not know I was leaving for Northern City that night.

“Tila ginto ang bawat araw na kasama ka. At ang magagandang alaala nating dalawa, kailanman ay hindi mabubura sa puso ko. Patawad, masakit man, ngunit kailangan kong gawin ang bagay na ito. Sana, sa paghihiwalay nating ito’y matagpuan mo ang kasiyahan sa piling ng iba. Marahil, sadyang hindi ako ang babaeng nakalaan para sayo. Ang pagmamahal kong ito sayo ay babaunin hanggang sa huling hininga ko. Walang sinuman ang makakapalit ng lugar mo, dito sa puso ko…” Buong pagsuyo na pinagmasdan ang lalaking nakatayo sa bungad ng simbahan. Napakagwapo nito sa suot na mamahaling americana habang hinihintay ang pagdating ng kanyang bride. Hindi lingid sa kaalaman ni Vincent Anderson na tuluyan na siyang tinalikuran ng kanyang bride na si Tara Miles Parker. Tinahak nito ang landas tungo sa pagtupad ng mga pangarap ng kanyang ama. Para lang mapasaya ang natitirang sandali ng buhay nito sa mundo. Kinasuklaman ni Vincent ang kanyang nobya at tuluyan na niya itong binura sa kanyang buhay dahil sa matinding sakit na idinulot nito. Nagtagumpay si Tara, pero sa huli naiwan siyang malungkot at nag-iisa. Meanwhile, her ex-boyfriend Vincent has his own family now, happily raising his children.” Paano kung muling mag krus ang kanilang mga landas at mabigyan ng pagkakataon ang naudlot nilang relasyon? Kaya pa bang buhayin ni Tara ang puso ng ninong Vincent n’ya para sa kanya? Magawa pa kayang sumugal at magtiwala ni Vincent sa babaeng minsan na niyang minahal ngunit nang iwan sa kanya? O tuluyan ng matatapos ang libro ng kwentong pag-ibig ng isang Ninong sa kanyang inaanak? “A soldier willing to sacrifice her dignity just to restore and mend the heart of the one she loves.” “TO SERVE AND TO PROTECT YOUR HEART…”

He watched her for a long moment, the anger in his eyes unmistakable. She imagined he was thinking of ways to punish her, but nothing prepared her for what he said next. "Strip." It was one word, but she doubted if she heard him correctly the first time, was he really going to punish her? "What… what was that?" She asked innocently. "Strip, Nancy." "I won't." "So you refuse me, I see." he said it lightly, the evil smile still playing on his lips. "That will not stop me from having you though" "You won't." She said firmly "Won't I?" She had expected to arouse his anger tonight, but nothing prepared her for the icy rage that contorted his features and the resentment and coldness in his eyes. "Has he touched you yet?" Derek asked suddenly, his eyes still hard on her and his look ever so cold. "Depends on the kind of touch you mean," She replied in a soft, tempting voice, "He has touched me in certain ways. But you are my husband and I should not be telling you that.” "No," he returned coldly. "We are just master and slave, nothing else links us.” ***** Forced to marry against their will, Nancy must not only prove to Derek Lincoln that she was never his lost betrothed, but she must also prove to the parents of his real betrothed that she is not their daughter. But when a man is this beautiful and yet so arrogant, God knows loving him could not be so difficult. Except he is strongly involved with his mistress, who would give anything to have him, even if it meant killing his present wife. But was he worth it? Nay. To him, she is just a personal whore.

Lyra Riley, a twenty-one-year-old virgin psychology major, and Blaze Cunningham, a twenty-five-year-old CEO, have encountered the worst relationships. Blaze has been used for his money and cheated on during all his long-term relationships. Lyra has been dumped time after time for not giving up her most prized possession. Both yearn to find their soulmate, someone to grow old with. And then, one night, Fate steps in for Lyra and takes the lead. Could she finally have found love, or is this another disaster in the making?

They say that love heals all….but what happens when the other half of your soul is torn away from you???What happens when you have not even begun your life and then you are all alone?Would you sell your soul to the Devil for a chance to be re-united with your love again? Would you take on the bargain with the Devil so that you might get a chance to find your soul-mate once more?Seventeen year old Aithusa, does that. She becomes a demonic creature from a normal human being selling her soul for eternal slavery just for the sake of her love. She becomes a Succubus for more than a millennia becoming a sexual slave for Hell only to forget her ordeals every twenty years and start afresh. But what happens when her love is finally in front of her and she has no memory of him? What happens when it turns out that the Devil has done nothing but tricked her into forgetting the only one for whom she had sold her soul?Will she remember who she was? Who she is? Will her love make her soul whole again and bring it back from the clutches of hell?

“When we grow up, you should fall in love with me, woo me, propose to me, marry me, and love and cherish me for the rest of your life. You must treat me like a Queen.” Lil told the brooding, handsome boy. “But these are all the things I should do. What will you do?” Nat asked the chirpy little girl in front of him. “I will grow up to be an outstanding lady and give you a happy family so you can smile every day,” She replied matter-of-factly. Thirteen years later, on the day of their marriage, he whispered to her, “Did you think you could be my wife because you schemed and trapped me into this? You can enjoy the vacant position of Mrs. Smith that you covet so much. But you will never have a place in my heart and life.” She disappeared the day after their marriage. What will happen when they cross paths seven years later as spouses turned strangers turned business partners? He has already forgotten he was even married. But she could never forget him, try as she may. But she has her secrets to protect and can’t tell him who he is to her as he tries to navigate his feelings.

By month four of my IVF treatments, my husband's childhood sweetheart posted a picture of herself cradling her baby bump. The caption? [Having a happy ending with my first love. A family of three.] And there he was—his hand in the shot, making a cutesy heart with hers. Oh, and the cherry on top? He was still wearing his wedding ring.