Jennifer Francis Books

Clementine Deschamps came from a family of farmers located in Rouen, France. Because of war, poverty, and oppression, she joined a rebel group against the king, but their rebellion failed when they fell into a trap. On the day of her execution, she unexpectedly captured the king's attention. Francis, the king, granted her the title of a marchioness and made her his chief mistress against her will. Now, with a crown on her head, what will she do to fight for her country? And to keep the heart of the king as well?

“Our pathetic engagement is done, so don’t ever show your miserable face around me again. I’ve been disgusted by it for years! You are dying soon anyways, your disease has no cure! RIP in advance.” Francis, my fiancée spat cruelly, each word like a wound to my already broken heart. Not bothering to know how deep his words were hurting me. And didn’t care I was already drowning in pain.

My boyfriend insists on hiking up a snow-covered mountain to see a waterfall. That very day, I fall from the peak. When I regain consciousness, I've lost my memories and broken a leg. Even my boyfriend has become my brother-in-law. Everyone turns their backs on me, but my psychologist, Quinton Scott, comforts and guides me. One day, he gets on one knee before me with a bouquet and a diamond ring in hand. He proposes as the medical personnel watch, and I weep with joy. Half a year after our marriage, I hear his friend say, "Looks like your hypnosis has gone well for the past year, Quinton. Speaking of which, you've already helped Winnie get what she wants. Why bother marrying Jennifer?" "Did you think I wanted to? I was afraid she'd suddenly regain her memories and try to hurt Winnie. It's easier for me to watch her like this." "Is it worth going to such lengths for Winnie? You cleaned up so many of her messes, and you're now using Jennifer for that…" "I'll do anything as long as Winnie is happy." Quinton stubs out his cigarette. After a long silence, he says, "Besides, I'm just borrowing Jennifer's womb. I'm putting trash to good use!"

Sandra Kingsley is on a deadline. Literally. Dyong of a rare bone cancer and given six months to live, Sandra needs to secure her company's future before time runs out. She proposes to Blake Harrington, a shrewd businessman and billionaire. Marry me - and my company's yours! But how long can Sandra keep her illness a secret from Blake, and what happens when they fall for each other?

I'm almost 18 and I'm in love with my 22-year-old stepbrother, Caleb. I confessed my love to him soon after our parents got married, but he rejected me and disappeared. Now the way he looks at me makes me burn. I wonder - does Caleb want me?

Right after returning from a business trip, Cecelia Moore held her ultrasound report as she hurried to the private suite at the club. She was eager to surprise her husband, Francis Rivera. Just as she was about to open the door, she caught a few words drifting through the crack that stopped her cold. "…So, Fran, did you really marry Cecelia Moore just to protect Melody Green?" In that instant, every drop of blood in Cecelia's body seemed to freeze—she couldn't move.

They say true love is not easy to come by, no one knows that than George Richwood, after being rejected by his childhood crush, the school queen bee Stacy Guns, he is out to find anything to take his mind off her. But in a twist of curves, He is blackmailed by his sister to make Nicole Francis fall in love with him, what happens when things don't go according to plan, and he starts to fall for the very person he was told to deceive? TAGS: curvy, age gap, erotic, teen romance, forbidden relationship

_*Matured Content | R18+*_ Betrayed by the man she loved. Destroyed by the friend she trusted. Olivia had every reason to fall apart, and for one night, she did exactly that. One reckless night at a masked bar with a stranger whose name she never asked for because that was the whole point. No names. No faces. Just one night to burn away the image of her boyfriend tangled up with her best friend. But forgetting has a price. Six weeks later, a pregnancy test changed everything she thought she knew about her future. And just when she thought it couldn’t get worse, the stranger from that night showed up at her door older, powerful, and far too familiar. Because he wasn’t just any stranger. He was her ex-boyfriend’s father. And from the look in his eyes, he already knew.

Under the unlikely circumstances that brings Phoebe to the Moon-Howl Pack, she finds herself drawn to the heir of the pack, Nathaniel. Phoebe is unsure of why fate would play these tricks on her when she realizes Nathaniel is her mate. To be with her, Nathaniel must break his betrothal to the daughter of the alpha of the Moon-Fury Pack. What happens when the alliances and the need to maintain power between these packs become stronger than whatever bond that Phoebe and Nathaniel might share? Will Nathaniel damn the consequences because of an ordinary girl? What happens when Alpha Duncan, phoebe’s ex mate and possessive figure in Phoebe's life shows up to take her back to where he's always assumed was hers to occupy?

“The babies you carry are mine. You're mine, Lyra. And you do not have a choice. He growled, his eyes narrowing. You’re my Luna and you belong to me.” “Don’t talk to me about belonging!” I shouted. “You threw me away the day you chose Eloisa. On our son's death anniversary, Damian!” His face twisted with anger. “You think you can just run off from the Blood Nest Pack? You’re making a fool of yourself.” Damian's voice rang through the tent. I looked up at him, refusing to cower under his burning stare. “You lost me the day you declared Eloisa your partner. I do not belong to you, Damian!” I yelled through gritted teeth. He stepped forward, taking hold of my arm. Rylan sprang forward, baring his wolf fangs. “Let her go now. She is under my protection,” he commanded in a low growl. Damian's grip on me weakened and he stepped back, not willing to tango with the brute rogue who was his enemy, and also, my second fated mate. Damian's eyes stayed on my stomach for a while. “I'll claim my babies, Lyra. You can't stop me.” It was as much of a promise as it was a threat