Mary Jo Campbell

Helion Mary, after the break up of her parents due to her mother's mysterious life style was left to protect her younger sister at the Marshalls, Yuvonne at a young age but became so engaged at finding out who Karl Sullivan from the Marshalls and KS Military is and the mystery behind his existence, it turned out, The Marshalls Military was not a Claudian Government owned Military, but a secret agreement, between the monarch who hides behind the title, President and the evil Karl Sullivan who was ready to shed innocent bloods just to get to the Prison of Stones. Read this interesting book and see how Karl made the greatest mistake that ruined him by taking a wrong turn. Enjoy!

Synopsis I am Liam Sebastian, 29 years old. A bachelor and the owner of Sebastian Corporation. Because I'm the only son and the heir of my family. I need to get married before i turn 30. To protect perceived cultural or religious ideals. Family 'honour' or long-standing family commitments. Peer group or family pressure. Reasons why i need to marry Ingrid as soon as possible, my long time girlfriend. Until one night i met her All my perspective changed. She's like a drug and I've become addicted to her, i just can't get enough. Her name really suits her Mary Jane A nickname of marijuana.

Mary Madison Evans was raised by her Grandparents parents. Her parents left her when she was just 3 year old. When her Grandparents died she moved to St. Thomas City where thrill is waiting for her. She'll met new faces, friends and Family. And she'll discover a secret that will made her life changed.

Mary Redferne is a fiery young woman. Trouble literally follows her, mainly because of her mouth. She didn’t know how to put any breaks on them. She was everything a man was scared of: ambitious, had a mind of her own and didn’t refrain from telling people that their ideas are garbage. In the 1960s, this ‘attitude’ did not play well with the society but nobody dared to say anything as she was the only child of the mayor, Clement Redferne. Joseph Lachlan was a soft spoken gentleman who unlike other men in the country has remained very humble after getting remarkable fame and fortune at a very young age. He was known for his kindness, compassion and candor. But more importantly his striking resemblance to a Greek god. He was the one person who did not judge Mary or even think that she was ever out of line even though her name was always in the newspaper with the headline ‘The Wild Girl’. Mary, who is habituated with fighting and arguing with everyone who judges her, how will she react to a man who absolutely has no opinion about her ‘wild and erratic’ side? A man who just accepts her for the way she is?

Camile met and fell in love with the child and her father who would soon become her boss and sponsor But when she confessed to him he made mockery of her and her feelings A few months later he is trying to get her attention cause he has fallen in love with her already But he won't get it that easily

Heiress to a major publishing Company, recently graduated from college Marianne Navruz starts her first job as a personal assistant to Pyotr Rozanov, or just Peter, as she calls her boss. Mary didn't expect to get rid of the bad first impression she had of her boss, but after a year of working together, she discovered a kind, interesting and competent man. Focused and honest, Peter has worked hard to land the position of Editor-in-Chief of Book Review at Navruz Publications, but all that is threatened when his visa application is denied. Pyotr seems completely helpless, but Mary, determined to risk everything, learns the most terrible truth: She wasn't about to let him go.

L'escorte girl de Nel Campbell Résumé Déjà à 30 trente ans Nel était déjà un multimilliardaire très renommé en Mexique, d'origine anglais precisément d' Ecosse ,il était un homme vraiment charmant doté d'une beauté glaciale avec un comportement vraiment horrible.. Disons qu'il n'était pas ainsi auparavant mais compte tenu de son passé il était devenu autre chose.. Eh oui dans le passé il était un don Juan,un insouciant qui faisait n'importe quoi et qui dilapidait l'argent de ses parents.. Il se rappellait comme si c'était hier de cette soirée où il avait séduit une jeune fille pour qu'elle puisse prendre un verre avec lui,elle était tellement innocente et peureuse,il l'a voulait ,du coup il avait commencé par jouer le jeu de la séduction,il lui avait promis ciel et terre d'une telle manière que cette dernière s'était laissé aller,au bout d'un moment ils avaient tellement bu ,qu'à la fin ils s'étaient retrouvés dans le lit à faire l'amour.. Il était conscient qu'il avait fait une grave erreur,il n'aurait pas dû mentir à la jeune femme,il n'avait pas le droit de partir ainsi .. Depuis cinq longues années il n'a toujours pas digéré ni oublié cette nuit,il s'en voulait tellement d'avoir profiter de la naïveté de cette petite.. Habitué à prendre des filles escorte girl à chaque soirée où il était convié, un soir il fit la connaissance d'une escorte girl qui ressemblait très pour très à la jeune femme de son passé.. Tout se corsait encore plus pour lui quand après ses recherches il apprit que la jeune femme était celle avec qui il avait effectivement passé la nuit dans le passé et surtout qu'elle avait eu une petite fille après cette nuit ..

I stretched lazily on the bed, much like a contented kitten, before opening my eyes. Hovering above me was a face that could have been sculpted by the gods—a handsome, well-defined face with sun-kissed golden eyes. My first groggy thought was that Cara had finally brought home a decent, well-groomed man for a change. But…. Why is he in my room? I abruptly shoved him away, ending the spell. "Get off your asshole!" With a scowl on my face, I got up quickly. “Was personal space not mentioned by Clara, huh?” I spoke in an irritated tone. “Clara?” He turned and casually picked up some papers from a nearby table, settling down with an annoying smile. “And who might that be, if I may ask?” He doesn’t even remember her? Asshole “Well, if you must know, Clara—” I started, but my words faltered as something shiny caught my eye. What is..? Then my memories began to flood back. —it’s a damn golden sofa. Shit. Brain Freeze. ~~~ Growing up as the oldest kid on a Chicago farm was no picnic for Mary Johnson. Her folks, good ol' Mr. and Mrs. Becky Johnson, were salt-of-the-earth types, who worked hard on their small farm not far from the gritty backstreets of Chicago. They taught Mary and her siblings the value of hard work, self-value. But as much as Mary loved her family, she dreamed big, but those dreams took a backseat when she needed to step up and help support her family. Then, out of the blue, fate threw her a curveball. A chance in the US came knocking, and Mary didn't hesitate. And then she crossed paths with the Blacks – New York’s high society, dripping with wealth and power, who offered her a deal she couldn’t refuse.

“Born in blood. Sworn in blood. You enter alive, you leave dead!” He spat and shot Hunter. He walked out of the room with his soldiers without looking back after wiping out a whole family of five. There is a cough in the serene room of the dead…

The BTGs hardly get their feet wet in life as graduates before they are summoned once again for a new case. New love shows up for some. I can't believe what I'm being told. Why am I here? Each character goes through their own growth, but life is never predictable. Why does history repeat itself? Such anger, such hatred, is she really gone? You will have to read it to find out in my latest book.