Jean Sinclair

**Title:** The Billionaire's Maid **Synopsis:** Ella Sinclair, a bright but financially struggling lady, a newly graduated historian was offered to work as a maid to the notorious and enigmatic and highly powerful Greek billionaire, Alexander Knight,a business Tycoon, is known for his ruthless business tactics and his cold, solitary existence, having distanced himself from close relationships following a troubled past. his sprawling estate, a modern fortress of solitude, is his only sanctuary, but Mr Knight has a strict qualifications on his maid(must be middle-aged), so Ella has no choice but to disguise Ella, who took the job to support her family back in a small town, is immediately struck by the stark contrasts between her simple life and the opulent world of alexander. despite her resolve to keep things professional and her focus on her duties, she finds herself drawn to the mysterious and brooding alexander. her warmth and light-hearted nature slowly begin to thaw alexander’s icy exterior. as the days pass, alexander finds himself increasingly intrigued by Ella’s resilience and genuine kindness. her presence begins to breathe life into the mansion and, unexpectedly, into his heart. they both come from different worlds, yet they find common ground in their shared sense of loneliness and their hidden desires for companionship as they confront these challenges, the question looms: can love truly bridge the vast social divide and heal old wounds? or will the realities of their worlds force them back into isolation? How long can she keep up with the disguise when her employers ruthless behavior made it impossible for her to stay docile? she's ready to explore everything in "the billionaire's maid," love, resilience, and hope overcome the shadows of wealth and social disparity, weaving a story of romance that promises to heal and transform

She offered him her heart, her trust, her everything and her soul only to face betrayal, heartbreak, and being discarded as if she meant nothing to him. Eleanor Sinclair was once a delicate, vibrant, quiet woman who loved intensely and wholeheartedly, but love caused her immense pain and regret. Married to the ruthless, wicked and influential Damian Blackwood, she suffered through his cold indifference, harsh words, and the stifling loneliness of an absent and void love. When he wrongfully accused her of infidelity and cast her away, she lost everything: her dignity, her aspirations,her goals, her life maybe and the child she was carrying. Left for dead, Eleanor faded from existence, but she didn’t die. Instead, she emerged from her suffering, forged in the fires of pain and revenge, becoming the very nightmare of the underworld. No longer the timid, weak woman pleading for affection, she returns years later, powerful and driven by a singular mission: to destroy the man who ruined her life, to kill him and burn him if possible. However, Damian Blackwood is unlike any other. Ruthless, strategic, and more dangerous than before, he never expected the woman he once threw away would come back stronger, more lethal and destructive, and beyond his reach. The moment he lays eyes on her again, he recognizes his error. She was never the weak one he was. Now, he’s determined to pursue her, plead, and break every rule to reclaim her for good. But Eleanor has no heart left to offer. Not while the fire of revenge still courses through her veins. He feels regret. She seeks vengeance. Let the pursuit begin…

"Stop we can't do this, Levi, it's wrong" I panicked, we were out in the open, and anyone who see us, children of the newlyweds like this would raise an alarm, he towered over me ignoring my protest as he cupped my chin forcing me to look into his alluring green eyes. "You know you want to" His voice was gruff and smoky. He was right. I didn't say anything when he leaned in and claimed my lips, somewhere at the back of my mind I imagined us at the altar just like our parents were earlier. Till death do us part? ~~~~~~ I have always hated how my life was with Mom getting married almost every year, I didn't think this would be any different from the rest. We will be out of here before winter, I would add the Sinclair to the list of families I owe an apology to in the future that's if I don't forget them. Or at least that's what I thought until I met him. Levi Sinclair. He is the one I shouldn't want yet I keep gravitating towards him and the more I tried hating him the more I wanted him. And I wasn't the only one with these feelings. Levi wanted me just as much as I wanted him, even more than I wanted him. But he is my stepbrother and I can't go down that path. Ll// So why can't my body refuse to listen to my brain when I'm alone with him?

I moaned out his name. "Damien, you are not trying hard to get me, yet .." He smirked and whispered to my ears. "I like being hard, Not "trying" hard." His hand grazed mine, sending a shiver straight to places I didn’t know I could feel. Damien’s smirk was wicked, his eyes dark with desire, and my body betrayed me with every glance. I wanted him, yet my heart longed for someone gentler, someone who could love me without burning me alive. Ethan’s soft voice behind me made my chest ache, reminding me there was a different way to feel alive...a way that felt safe, tender, and real. Torn between lust and love, every heartbeat became my dangerous game.” *** When Lila Sinclair’s mother is sentenced to life in prison, her world collapses. The only person who can take her in is her mother’s past lover, Sebastian Blackwood; a wealthy, commanding man with a family of his own. Adopted temporarily into his household, Lila finds herself living with two stepbrothers who will change her life forever: Damien, the dark, irresistible older brother who ignites every forbidden desire...and Ethan, the sweet, caring younger brother who makes her heart feel at home.But time is against her. Her adoption isn’t legal, and after one year, Lila must marry one of them to remain in the country. With 365 nights of temptation, passion, and secrets ahead, she must choose between the fire of lust and the warmth of love, knowing that every choice could shatter her world...

Isabella Sinclair, a thirty-two-year-old billionaire heiress, dislikes men and never intended to get married. However, her convictions were put to the test when she had a one-night stand affair with a strange guy, Liam Blackwood. ********** Liam grabbed her wrist tightly and in a swift movement, he lifted her and dropped her on the bed. He pinned her hands on the bed with one hand, while the other hand slowly caressed her lower abdomen. A sudden gasp escaped Isabella’s lips as his gentle touch landed on her lower abdomen. He leaned into her and moved his lips near her ear. She flinched in fear. ‘Are you going to bite me like I did? Don’t be petty!’ she snapped sharply as Liam’s lips grazed her earlobe, his breath fanning against her skin. He chuckled slightly at Isabella’s outburst, and in an unexpected move, he flickered his tongue into her ear. She froze! She liked it and wanted him to do it again, but instead, he whispered, ‘Young lady, have you forgotten? No contact! Why do you keep throwing yourself at me, little girl!’ “What! ‘Little girl’? How dare he!” she screamed in her head, but in reality, she liked how possessive and dominant Liam is. He freed her, releasing his tight grip on her hands and jumped off the bed. He grabbed his car keys from the bedside table and walked towards the door. “Liam! The contract! Do you want me to change it? And by the way, this is your second night here, and you haven’t given me a foot massage yet,” Isabella called out as he placed his hands on the doorknob.

“We’re friends,” I said, voice barely steady. Aaron’s lips curled, slow and cruel. “No, we’re not.” “Friendship’s too pure for this.” His hand slid to my waist, hot and claiming as he yanked me flush against him. “Do friends kiss like this?” He kissed me. Hard. Possessive. “Or grab each other like this?” A squeeze to my ass. A gasp. “Or think filthy little thoughts?” His breath burned against my ear. “Touch themselves to it?” My cheeks flamed. My body betrayed me. “Stop lying, Venus.” His voice was a growl. “I feel it. Every time I’m near you.” I whispered, “But you don’t even like me.” His smile was pure sin. “I don’t have to like you to fuck you.” Then the offer: “Let’s get it out of our system. No lies. No strings. Just truth.” He grabbed my chin, eyes lit with hunger. “Say the word, princess.” A whisper against my lips— “I’ll ruin you.” And God help me… I wanted him to. --------- Aaron Sinclair needs a bride to claim his inheritance. Venus Carter needs a miracle to save her dying mother. What begins as a cold contract marriage spirals into a dangerous game of buried trauma, stolen identities, and forbidden attachment. He’s ruthless, closed off, and refuses to love. She’s resilient, lost, and refuses to stay unloved. But when secrets unravel revealing a stolen childhood, a tragic past, and a vengeful stepmother, their fake marriage is the only thing standing between them and destruction. In a world ruled by power and silence, will love dare to speak first or break them both instead?

In the Sinclair pack, I had always been different. Years ago, my grandfather saved the Elder’s life. To repay that debt, the Elder promised that one of his grandsons would become my mate. In my first life, on the night of the Blood Moon, he asked me, “Evelyn, who will you choose?” Blushing, I pointed to the brightest star of the tribe, Andrew Sinclair. But after our wedding, he kept me at a distance. I was confused—until one night, I opened the wrong door. Andrew was on one knee, clutching my cousin Clara’s portrait as if it were his lifeline. His body moved in a way that made my heart twist. My world collapsed. He had never loved me. His heart—his desire—had always belonged to her. Darkness swallowed me, body and soul. My husband lied to me and betrayed the oath we had sworn to the Moon Goddess. The cruel truth broke me, and sickness followed. I died with his child inside me—alone. But the moon gave me another chance. I woke again on that same night. The Elder smiled down at me. Four portraits lay before him. “Evelyn, tonight is your twenty-first rite. Who will you choose?” “You’ve always chased Andrew,” he said kindly. “It must be him—” “No!” The hall fell silent. “Grandfather… I don’t want Andrew.” In panic, I snatched a portrait. “I want him!” The boy on the page wore black. His skin was pale, his lips curved in a mad, crooked smile. William Sinclair. The sick wolf. The one everyone mocked. But I remembered how he had tried to help me find a good doctor. He was the only one who had cared about me when I was dying. And yes—this time, I chose him.

Eoin Sinclair is the crowned Prince, son of the Werewolf King and Queen. His mother is the legendary Green wolf. He is to be the next King. He agrees to mate his girlfriend Amira after all she is the Princess of the Sirens and raised to be Royal. She knows how to be a calm, submissive, Luna. Kayda is a fire dragon werewolf hybrid her father Danny is the Warrior Gamma of the Royal Pack. Dottie her mother is the last pure bred fire dragon. Kayda realises her relationship with Eoin might not be what she assumed. After all, he thinks she is immature, unruly, and childish, and those are the reasons he has told her to her face. No way they're mates. ***** *** ******* "This isn't wrestling." Eoin grunted. "I could easily throw you off." he added. "But you haven't." I grinned, shifting my hips slightly. "Because I don't want to hurt you." he said. " Get off." he added through gritted teeth. "Nope Prince." I smirked, emphasising his title Prince and popping the P disrespectfully. "Besides, you already hurt me, so kiss it better." I smirked, leaning dangerously low to him and pushing out my split lip. "Kayda." he growled in warning. "Last chance, get off me." "And if I don't, do I get that spanking?" I asked . Eoin snapped. I saw it happen in his eyes. I had pushed him to his limit. He swiftly stood up with me in his arms and walked a few paces. Before I knew it, he had me bent over a fallen tree log on the edge of the clearing my head and upper body over the log and my butt in the air. ******* ********* ***** Will the future Kings Flame burn him, or will it set him on fire? Book 3 of the Green Wolf series.

POV DE MELANIE Assise devant son bureau, je me demande encore comment j'en suis arrivée là. À une époque, nous partions à l'église avec mes parents. Je sais que les saintes Écritures disent de pardonner, mais je ne le pouvais pas. J'avais fait des recherches, et j'ai sauté sur cette opportunité lorsqu'elle m'a été présentée. — Monsieur Carlson vous reçoit dans 15 minutes. Ces quinze minutes semblent durer une éternité pour moi, et je ressers mes cuisses pour gérer mon impatience. Je saisis un des magazines posés sur la table basse, mais cela ne parvient pas à distraire mon esprit de l'homme qui se trouve derrière cette porte. _Mademoiselle Porter, vous pouvez entrer. Avec précaution, je me lève et pénètre dans le bureau. En ouvrant la porte, je constate qu'il n'a même pas détourné le regard de son ordinateur. Je l'avais déjà vu dans de nombreux magazines, mais le croiser ici, devant moi, me fait réaliser à quel point il est impressionnant. Je sais qu'au lycée, il faisait partie de l'équipe de football américain et qu'il aurait pu envisager une carrière professionnelle s'il l'avait souhaité. Je reste là, debout, à l'observer. Dès qu'il lève les yeux, je baisse les miens. Il venait de se lever et j'entendis le son de sa chaise. Je pouvais maintenant distinguer ses chaussures à proximité, indiquant qu'il était juste devant moi. _ Regardez-moi, mademoiselle Porter. Je lève les yeux et le fixe. POV DE DONOVAN Ses yeux étaient d'un marron étonnamment clair. Elle dégageait une odeur fraîche que je ne saurais décrire. Vêtue d'un jean taille haute et d'un crop top, elle paraissait plus jeune que ne le laissaient entendre ses informations, ce qui me réjouissait déjà. _ Savez-vous vraiment en quoi consiste ce travail ?

« Tu ne sais pas à quoi tu t'attaques » Sa main traça lentement le long de mon bras, ses doigts-fermes mais déterminés, me faisant frissonner jusqu'au plus profond de moi-même. « Tu as peur. » « Pas du tout » chuchotai-je. Il sourit. « Tu devrais. » Avant même que je puisse réfléchir, il combla la distance-qui nous séparait, ses lèvres s'écrasant sur les miennes. Un baiser-rude, urgent, possessif et féroce, une brûlure dévorante. « Je ne peux pas m'arrêter. Je ne veux pas. » Puis il s'empara de nouveau de mes lèvres. Et bientôt, les-miennes bougèrent. Je lui rendais son baiser. Ça ne devrait pas arriver. Soudain, des pas-résonnèrent. « Rylan-arrête, quelqu'un-» Mais ses mains se-resserrèrent sur ma taille, m'immobilisant. « Qu'ils viennent. Je m'en fiche. » Puis ses lèvres s'écrasèrent contre les miennes, plus fort. J'ai tenté de me détourner, mais il m'a attrapée par le cou et m'a enfoncé sa langue-dans la bouche. « Rylan, s'il te plaît… » Mes yeux se sont tournés vers la porte. « Arrête ! » J'ai lutté. Sa main a glissé jusqu'à mes fesses, les serrant fort. « Si tu n'avais pas porté de jean, je t'aurais déjà enfoncé les doigts dans tous les trous. Putain ! » On a frappé légèrement à la porte, puis on a entendu la poignée tourner. Non ! ★ Certains secrets naissent dans le feu… et certains désirs, forgés dans les ténèbres. Alyssa-Milano porte un passé qu'elle ne peut fuir, un-passé imprégné de sang, de silence et d'un secret qui pourrait la détruire. À quinze-ans, son innocence lui a été volée. Rylan-Russo est dangereux, impitoyable, puissant et habitué à obtenir ce qu'il veut. Lorsqu'il jette son dévolu sur Alyssa, leurs mondes s'entrechoquent dans une tempête d'obsession et de désir. Est-ce une histoire d'amour digne de ce nom ?