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To be continued…. @lovely_karra

More cruelty. When the tears finally stopped, a new feeling replaced the sadness. I needed help. Real help. After hours of scrolling through forums and private coaching sites, I found him, Elias. A mysterious but highly recommended “private writing coach” who specialized in erotic fiction. His profile was minimal. No face picture, just a black and white shot of strong hands holding a pen. The testimonials, however, were glowing. One writer claimed he completely transformed her career. Another said his methods were “intense but life changing.”

Visit Amaze and give my book a review if you enjoy it! About the Author Tamikio L. Dooley is the award-winning author. She is the editor, blogger, project leader, and Spokesperson for Ukiyoto Publishing Editorial Board. She writes fiction of crime, thriller, mystery, fantasy, and paranormal. In her spare time, she writes short stories, poetry, motivational, health books.

Oh God, he is so frustrating! Hola Beautiful Readers! Have a fun read and if you liked the story then please support the author on I* @alice_blonday ;) Meanwhile, SMILE because you look beautiful smiling. Adios!

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From the bottom of my heart, I am deeply grateful to have shared this wonderful journey with you. Until the next adventure, Author Lora.

The scent of his expensive cologne and whiskey lingered in the air between us . I didn’t move, I just stared at him …clearly enjoying the fact that he didn't let me work for his attention. It felt like a promo ..buy one and get one free. “You’re beautiful, confident, smart,” he said, voice deepening. “But let’s be honest — this is how things work in our world.” I smirked and lowered my eyes faintly then stared at him again. “Oh?” I replied coolly. “Do enlighten me.” He leaned in, brushing a thumb lightly along my jawline. “Women like you don’t rise through paperwork, Lovia. They rise through... favors.” he whispered , his lips hovering above mine.

"Caspian, the writer sent the script already. " Can I read?" He handed me the paper with a look of worry on his face. "The finalization of the paper, It became a BL." My eyes widened when I heard him say BL B-Boy's Love? By the moment I was still in shock my phone rang. "Hello?" "Hi, my husband. Do you like the story I sent?" At first I did not understand what the hell she is talking about. "What is the name of our writer?" I asked the director.

Lots of love. Your writer, Kess