Kiss Me Right

Abigail wasn't looking for love the night before the Princess's wedding, but she found it in the most unlikely and inconvenient place - in the arms of the man her friend was to marry! After a tragedy strikes, Abigail, her friends, and the man she desperately loves go on a quest to save the princess's missing father. Will they all find themselves along the way, or will Abigail have to live her life without the other half of her soul? Book 1 of a planned series

Kayla Chaos is two words, Hunter King. King has always been that guy. Popular Arrogant Powerful and he had a hobby, to make my life miserable. I don't know why he hates me. But I know one thing. I'm going to stand up to him this senior year and make him regret everything. This is my revenge. Hunter She thinks she's better than everyone, Kayla Frisks. Strutting Kingsville Academy with elegance she doesn't deserve. I'll wreck her till she begs at my feet for forgiveness for her crime. I'll make her pay. That is, once I stop wanting her badly. I swear, I will stop soon. This is my revenge.

A girl has always had a crush on the man her family arranges marriage with. He loves another woman and is threatened to lose his inheritance if he divorces her. He begins to fall in love with her back karma has other plans

She was always the shadow. He was always chasing the light. Lavinia Hartwell had learned early that love was rarely for girls like her. She was the quiet one, the overlooked one—always second to her luminous best friend, Verity Langford. Even Henry Wynthorne, the boy whose compassion had unexpectedly caught her heart in high school, only had eyes for Verity. But years change people. Henry’s dreams of studying abroad collapsed with his father’s death. Verity left. Success became his only compass, and alcohol his only escape. And somehow, in the wreckage, there was Lavinia—never demanding, never judging, quietly holding him together in ways he never noticed… until she was gone. When an arranged engagement threatened to give her to him, Henry assumed she was being forced into it and set her free. Lavinia smiled, thanked him—and walked away, taking with her the steady presence he had taken for granted. Only then did Henry begin to notice the ache. The way her absence unsettled him. The way another man’s hand on her waist ignited a heat that was not anger, but something darker, sharper, and dangerously possessive. A single night blurred the lines forever—her lips on his, soft at first, then desperate, as though she’d loved him all her life. Desire flared, undeniable. But in the morning, she was gone again. Now, with Verity back and the past colliding with the present, Henry must face the truth: he no longer loves the woman he once chased. But has he realized too late who truly held his heart all along? Slow-burn, sensual, and laced with aching restraint, this is a story of unspoken devotion, of a man’s reluctant fall, and of the quiet girl who was never anyone’s first choice—until she became the only choice.

Homeless and desperate to get off the streets, Quinn Maree is lured to an underground auction where she sells her virginity to the highest bidder. To everyone's surprise the notoriously dangerous and devastatingly handsome crime boss, Troy Bailey, makes an outrageous bid for her virginity. Troy Bailey is not what he appears to be. The man who bought Quinn is a Lycan Prince. A werewolf forged in blood and magic, and he has big plans for her. ** Hm,”Troy grunted and promptly got up, returning to his perch on the windowsill. "I won't force myself on you. Honestly, Quinn, I'd rather jerk off than f-ck you.” I didn't know if I should be insulted or relieved. "If you're just going to lie there, a half-dead receptacle for my cum, masturbation would be more enjoyable anyway. I'd probably be more enthusiastic about it than you are." I blushed at his brutally straightforward, and painfully honest words. "I will wait until you submit willingly and give yourself to me freely...because you want to, not because I paid you.” **

Kara Dawson is afraid of the dark. Nightmares came every night, haunting her of a past she cannot let go and a dreadful thing she cannot comprehend. A peaceful sleep is nothing but an elusive dream especially when her over-reacting senses are screaming of something intangible lurking in the shadows of the night. Will she survive each midnight before her fears fully devour her or will she learn to love the dark? He is there. He sees her and her every breath. He knows her fears and he isn't suppose to meddle and stir someone else's fate. But he can't continue watching her drown deeper as the midnight kisses the moon. Now, he must save her, not until the day breaks...

When I turn 20, my grandfather's old friend—now the richest man in the country—lays out photos of his grandsons in front of me. He says, "Pick one to be your husband." Without hesitation, I choose Nathaniel Chapman. Everyone in the room is stunned. After all, it's no secret I've always been hopelessly in love with George Chapman. I used to swear I'd marry no one but him. In my previous life, I got what I wanted—I married George. And because of that marriage, he inherited the lion's share of his grandfather's wealth. But after the wedding, he started an affair with my sister. My parents were furious and sent her abroad to study. George thought I was the one who exposed them. From then on, he hated me to my very core. Women came and went at his side, each one resembling my sister more than the last. The betrayal crushed me. I fell into deep depression. Later, he secretly replaced my medication with slow-acting poison. I died with a child in my womb—alone, bitter, and betrayed. Now, I've been reborn. This time, I choose to let them have each other. But what I don't expect is that George has been reborn too.

The news spread quickly—my mate, David Jonson, had been promoted to Tactical Analyst and was heading to Texline to take on a new assignment. He proudly shared the news with every member of the pack—everyone except me, his mate. I was the only one he hid the truth from. Why? Because in his eyes, I wasn't a smart mate. My wolf had been badly damaged in the past, so I had a poor memory and I tended to be clingy constantly, something he looked down on with disdain. "I'm really grateful to my best friend, Commander Johnson, who governs in Texas, for recommending me so I could get this promotion." I overheard him say to someone. "As for Pearl? That clingy she-wolf who follows me everywhere—there's no need to tell her. She'll come to Texline looking for me anyway." Hearing his words, I was excited—finally, a chance to prove I had a sharp memory after all. I stormed to my room and began packing my clothes. David had always made decisions without me, often leaving me behind. But this time, I would leave first. I would get to Texline before him, and when he arrived to find me already there, he'd be shocked at how clever I could be. But the next day, when I arrived at the airport, my confidence crumbled. I stood at the counter, suddenly blank. I couldn't remember where I was supposed to go—Texline, Texas, or Tennessee? My damaged memory failed me again. The last flight to Texas was about to depart, and the impatient airport staff didn't want to wait for me. She rolled her eyes and was about to close the gate. Worried I might miss the flight, I gave her a pleading smile and said, "Texas, Miss. I'm going to Texas."

"Then why do you look so relieved? Who checks work after hearing news like this?" He scoffed impatiently. “This is why you lost the baby—you’re always paranoid! It was work, Natalie. You’d know these things if you were a CEO like me.” **** After a heartbreaking miscarriage, Natalie discovers her fiancé, Lucas, is cheating on her—with her own sister. Betrayed and humiliated, she leaves, only to fall into the ruthless world of Malcolm Onyx, Lucas’ powerful billionaire uncle. Their paths collide in scandal, but when Lucas takes everything from her—her home, career, and dignity—Malcolm offers her a chilling proposition.

The day before our wedding, I received an expensive suit from my wife. Not long after, her young lover called me, his voice trembling. "I'm sorry. It was my fault. My bad for mixing up your size. Please… please don't blame Sylvie." On the other end, I could hear Sylvie soothing him gently, patiently, until he calmed down. I stared at the plane ticket in my hand—a one-way trip out of the country—and calmly asked her for a divorce. Then, as if I no longer mattered, she left me with a single, cold sentence. "Just don't regret it."