Los Angeles Review Of Books

Struggling with the same mad man, Arist Bañara, who she never wanted, Mercian Ara Bueno spent the rest of her two years within her boyfriend's iron hands. She became the woman that wasn't really her and even developed fears that could easily bully her in times of attacks. When the couple had the chance to move at Arist's biological parents' house, Mercian hoped to finally seek help from others to escape from her boyfriend's mistreatments. But what shocked her was actually seeing Lucre Marcus Zorron being Arist's brother. Who would've thought that the man she lived with all this time was related to her ex lover?

Demi Moore—the “manang” secretary of TC, fantasizing her boss named Quiver Tejada, the man who’s sexually attracted to his twin’s fiancée. Matagal pinangarap ni Demi na mapansin siya ng boss niya ngunit hindi ito natutupad. But her innocence and kindness moved the playful yet ruthless twin brother of Quiver who named Tei; Demi’s other boss. One night, she surrendered her virginity to her boss. She got pregnant by one of the Tejada brothers ngunit hindi niya alam kung sino sa dalawa ang ama ng batang dinadala niya. Si Quiver ba na minamahal ang fiancée ng kakambal niya o si Teiver ba na nakatakda ng ikasal sa babaeng pinakamamahal ni Quiver?

What is the taste of betrayal? It’s bitter, like the fading fragrance of wilted roses. Camille, a talented yet proud perfumer, suddenly loses her sense of smell after a fateful accident. On the verge of despair and the collapse of her family’s fragrance brand, she is forced to collaborate with Antoine Moreau, a digital scent developer. Amidst the splendor of Paris, in a clash between tradition and technology, new scents begin to emerge – not only from the perfume bottles but also from Camille's heart, which she thought had long been closed.

Billionaire heir Alexander Sterling is tired of his mother’s relentless matchmaking with spoiled socialites. In a desperate move to escape, he proposes a contract marriage to Elena Carter, a struggling waitress he met on a drunken night at a restaurant. She sees it as a golden ticket to cover her mom's medical bills, unaware she’s stepping into a life of cold indifference and relentless torment. Bound for three years, their marriage is filled with icy glares and unspoken pain. But in their second year, a mistake leads to an unexpected pregnancy. Fearful of his wrath and threats of Eleanor, Elena hides the truth, enduring his cruelty in silence. As time passes, Alexander begins to feel something he never expected. But pride keeps him from showing it. On the verge of the third year, unable to bear the suffering any longer, Elena disappears, presumed dead. Devastated, Alexander is haunted by regret, not knowing she has survived and given birth to their twins. Years later, fate brings them back together this time, as equals. Wealthy. Independent. A mother of two. Elena is no longer the fragile woman he once controlled. But their reunion is complicated by the arrival of Matteo De Luca, a ruthless Italian billionaire with a vendetta against Alexander and an interest in Elena. With enemies on all sides and unresolved emotions between them, will love conquer all? Or will the past destroy any chance of redemption?

Billionaire Seymore Lewis has the world at his feet, and if he wants it, he can have a different girl in bed every hour of the day, every day. He is a sex addict and a man who has it all, a master at no-strings-attached. What Seymore didn’t expect was to be caught in a new obsession; conquering Ava, the woman who seems to draw a line and keeps pushing him away. Not even the dangerous people who are after him are an obstacle to this new obsession, and anyone that comes in between him and her, will have to learn to be stepped on. - “Ava deserves a good man. Do you think you’re a good man, Seymore?” the man asks, calming himself down. “A good man? No, I am not. I would literally strike a match and watch the world burn if it meant keeping her safe,” I reply slowly, leaning in toward him. Empire of Lust is created by Amelie Bergen, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

On the day I miscarried and suffered from haemorrhage, my husband posted a photo of a newborn’s tiny feet on his Instagram Story. The caption read: “Welcome, little angel. Daddy will always protect you.” With trembling hands, I called him. “The baby’s gone. Can you come to the hospital?” On the other end, I heard a baby crying, followed by the man’s impatient voice. “In that case, take good care of yourself. Louise just gave birth and needs someone to care for her. I can’t leave. “Besides, the dead shouldn’t compete with the living for affection. Got it?” He hung up right after. I broke down alone on the hospital bed, and when I finally wiped away my tears, I dialed the number of his sworn enemy, Levi Snow. “Marry me, and the entire Wright Corporation will be my dowry. All I want is for you to bring Finn Yeaton down. Do we have a deal?”

This book is authored by Kit Bryan. I'm an ordinary waiter, but I can see people's fate, including Shifters. Like all children, I was tested for magic when I was only a few days old. Since my bloodline is unknown and my magic is unidentifiable, I was marked with a delicate swirling pattern around my upper right arm. I do have magic, just as the tests showed, but it has never lined up with any known Magic species. I can't breathe fire like a dragon Shifter, or hex people who piss me off like Witches. I can't make potions like an Alchemist or seduce people like a Succubus. Now I don't mean to be unappreciative of the power I do have, it's interesting and all, but it just really doesn't pack much of a punch and most of the time it is just pretty much useless. My special magical skill is the ability to see threads of fate. Most of life is annoying enough for me, and what never occurred to me is that my mate is a rude, pompous nuisance. He's an Alpha and my friend's twin brother.

Love? I don't know about that. That is the line you would always hear from a person who simply just wants to kill a topic about the word 'love'. Playing as it seems but it is indeed just the truth. You hear every stories you can get from people who are inlove. Starting from sharing stories down to sharing cupcakes. But what if you're the one who get to tell your own word of love? And it don't end well. Would it still be a masterpiece? Two chairs. Two students. Two books. Two lives. Would they still be two? What if the other one leaves?

I've always yearned for a fairy tale love story with the perfect alpha partner, someone who would sweep me off my feet. However, in traditional fairy tales, the princess is meant to end up with a prince, not a swashbuckling pirate. Navigating the dynamics between alphas and omegas can be daunting, but deep down, I've always cherished the hope of discovering true love. Unfortunately, back in my hometown of Austin, it feels like nobody shares the same interest, and I spend every full moon in solitude. But everything changes now. I find myself once again in the clutches of my old, malevolent pack, determined to claim me as their own and keep me confined within their fortress at sea. The only obstacle preventing the pack's alpha from selecting a mate for me is the one person I never expected to come to my aid. Jack Heston, an uncompromising and mercenary soul. Jack insists that I am his destined mate, and he pays no heed to the rules imposed by the Dark Moon pack. To complicate matters further, he publicly declares his claim on me, marking me with his mating bite to track my whereabouts. I don't feel the familiar connection of a mating bond, but now Jack is in control, and he shows no intention of setting me free. However, it appears he harbours a secret, and just maybe, against all odds, he might be the key to helping me find my way back home

On my son’s birthday, my husband had asked his first love to pick our son up from our home. While I stubbornly refused to let him go, a huge fire broke out in the hallway during our standoff. I was struck by falling debris, and blood started streaming from my head. However, my son was unharmed as he lay beneath me. My husband, who was a firefighter, came forward to rescue us. But he handed the only gas mask he had to his first love. “Miss Leia has a weaker constitution. Dad, please get her out first. Mom, wait for the other firefighters to save you!” I watched them leave with a faint, bitter smile. It appeared that they had both forgotten my severe asthma and the fact that I would die without a gas mask.