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A woman who has a dream for her future and for her family had to go through with any jobs just to earn for her family and for her to reach her dreams, even if these jobs mean to lose her dignity. She has no time for a relationship and love... but everything changed when Jake came into her life. During the days that they were together and in some sex that they shared, their hearts met in an unexpected love. Ash gambled her heart even though she knew she could get hurt, and she was right. Jake made a mistake that broke Ash's heart. Will she forgive Jake for what he has done and welcome him on her life again? Or won't she let the man that has touched her heart once touch it again?

With her enemies in pre-civil war Virginia still seeking her death, Esmerelda is forced to return to the future only days after wedding Lance. Because it was necessary to fake her death in order to stop her enemies from following her to the future, her new husband, Lance, was forced to stay behind. He’d placed a magic box for them to communicate until he found a way to safely be with her beneath the floorboards of the house. Now, she must find it. A task that is easier said than done! “The Magic Box” is book two of the exciting paranormal-romance-mystery-thriller Esmerelda Sleuth Series

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My roommate brought back an old music box, saying she had picked it up at a flea market. I told her not to keep it. It was too old. Who knew where it had come from or how many hands it had passed through. But the moment the music box was opened, and the melody began to play, a chill ran down my spine. The next day, a girl from the dorm next door jumped off the building. A week later, a child from a nearby orphanage died the same way. When the police came to investigate, my roommate quietly hid the music box. It wasn’t until I found myself standing on the rooftop that I realized none of this was an accident. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day she brought the music box home. This time, I was going to make sure she listened to it.

- I can't stand you- he growls and then quickly moves closer and glues our lips tightly together. Seconds later, he pulls away and leaves the dressing room, pulling his hair...

His jawline His smile His gaze His hair His heart and the way he cared for her His scent lingered in the room long after he was gone. Vida did not like Axel and there was nothing in this life that was ever going to change that until she started falling for him in a dangerous way. "I can't like him," she told herself multiple times. How could she like him? He was the complete opposite of her; he lit up a room and everyone loved him. She found herself falling for him more and more with each passing day. He was Axel Manchester's only hope; why did loving him feel so right and yet so wrong at the same time? She was Vida Van Allen and he had fallen head over heels in love with her. The thrilling story of Vida and Axel will keep you on your toes and push your emotions further than you can imagine. Read 21st Century Bride now to go on this journey of love with Axel and Vida.

Renata has three problems: a sick mother, an unpaid rent notice, and a dream she refuses to let die. A self-taught boxer with raw talent and no formal backing, Renata has been training in secret for months with one goal in mind — winning the city's most prestigious boxing tournament and using the prize money to keep her family from losing everything. The only problem is that Coach Peterston won't let her near the roster. She's a girl, she's untrained on paper, and the rules aren't built for someone like her. When her best friend Edwina reveals that Drent Ardent — the legendary boxer behind the tournament and the most magnetic man in the city — is quietly in town ahead of the finals, Renata sees her only opening. She doesn't expect Drent to see through her in under two minutes. She especially doesn't expect him to be that beautiful. Drent Ardent has everything the world can see and nothing he actually wants. The heir to his family's boxing empire, he's been handed an ultimatum by his father's board — produce a visible, credible relationship before the year ends or forfeit his inheritance. He has come to this city to breathe, to escape the suffocation of expectation, and to run a tournament that was supposed to be simple. Drawn to her in a way he can't explain and unwilling to examine too closely, Drent makes Renata an offer she has every reason to refuse. What begins as a clean transaction between two people who need something from each other refuses to stay clean. Drent is used to wanting things and acquiring them. Renata is used to surviving and nothing else. One year. One deal. One fight that will change both of their lives.

The day my husband, Reece Malcolm, reached the pole for his polar expedition, his childhood sweetheart who was sent away reappeared in his bedroom. Everyone had kept it from me. Erica Lowell had been by his side day and night. Though Reece said he didn't want her there, he still allowed her to stay by his side for four years as his assistant. "You have to believe me, Lucy. There's nothing between Erica and me," he used to say. Always so sure. Always so convincing. But when he returned, it was with Erica in his arms—heavily pregnant. "She threatened to kill herself, Lucy. I didn't have a choice," he said. "The baby's coming. I need you to raise it. You know you're the only one I've ever loved." Four years. Four years of silence, of waiting alone in a house that never felt like home. Now, the lawyer is hired. The assets are tallied. The divorce papers are signed and sealed. I'm done.

I've placed a no-limit bid just so I can buy Eloise Kane, the best underground boxer, from an underground boxing ring. Without even sparing me a proper glance, she's already naming her conditions with a sneer on her face. Apparently, she wants a deluxe apartment that's located in the heart of the city, a monthly allowance of ten million dollars, and most importantly, I mustn't interfere with her social circle. Everyone thinks I've gone nuts for buying myself a mistress just so I can cater to her whims and needs. But I don't mind at all. I just point at her left chest and tell her, "Just maintain a regular lifestyle. Don't let anything happen to your heart." I even go so far as to offend the heiress of the most prominent family in the elite society in order to defend Eloise. That is, until I heard Eloise gets stabbed for her jealous antics in a bar. By the time I arrive at the private room, I see her embracing a male escort while laughing at the top of her lungs. "Oh, I'm the one who hired someone to hit his sister with a car! It's best if she dies, though! That way, his assets will be mine! "Besides, he's just an idiot whose only purpose is to give me money! Who does he think he is, anyway?" Amid the eerie silence, I snatch up a wine bottle and smash it into Eloise's head. Then, I slam her head into the pile of blood-stained glass shards. After that, I dial the hospital's number. "Her heart is in top shape, and it's a perfect match. Tonight, you can wheel my sister into the emergency room. Time to prep for the heart transplant surgery."

I knew perfectly well that open flames were forbidden at a gas-leak scene, yet as a firefighter, I still backed my girlfriend's childhood friend when he insisted on lighting a cigarette "to calm his nerves." In my previous life, a sudden gas leak erupted during a gathering. Her childhood friend insisted on smoking to steady himself. I slapped the lighter out of his hand and yelled at him for trying to get us all killed. Humiliated, he ignored everyone's attempts to stop him and stormed outside—only to be crushed by an advertising board blown loose by the explosion's shockwave. Later, when I saved a child who had fallen from a building and was left hanging in midair myself, my girlfriend—my second-in-command—maliciously cut my safety rope. She stared at my corpse and said, "If you hadn't humiliated George in front of everyone, he wouldn't have died." When I opened my eyes again, I was back in that room thick with the stench of leaking gas.