Proud Yourself

Trayton DeCarlo is the town's most sought after playboy that is set to break your heart the minute you find yourself on his side. He does not play by the rules; his game is the only one that you shall play. But he does not hold a normal job; he is the best in the business, the best sniper if you are seeking one. In enters Ava Brown, a girl that has had to settle for the less finer things in life. Her path crosses with Trayton one night at a club that they frequent. She captivates him from the first moment he sets his eyes on her. She is unlike any of the girls that he keeps company with But there is more to what the eye sees; Ava is hiding a secret that will destroy her if it should ever come to the surface. Trayton cannot let this go; he hunts down who she really is, and as feared, her past comes back to haunt her. What will Trayton do to save her from this horror? Will he be able to prove himself to her?

Warning: THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. Inside these pages are stories that will make your pulse race, your skin tingle, and your thoughts turn deliciously wicked. There’s dominance and surrender, sweetness and sin, soft whispers and rough hands. If you don’t like being teased, tempted, or broken in the best ways possible… TURN BACK NOW!!!!! ... Each story is a taste of something different — tender, wild, sweet, rough, soft, filthy. They’ll make you blush, gasp, and crave more. These are not just tales of lust — they’re stories of connection, of losing yourself in the moment, of bodies that speak louder than words. Some will make you sigh. Some will make you squirm. All of them will leave you wanting another page. So if you’re ready for a collection that makes your heart flutter and your skin burn… Step into the world of Touch Me Tender, Break Me Wild. Because love can be gentle... But sometimes, it’s so much better when it hurts just right.

She never wanted to fix him. He was chaos, destruction, a man who wore his scars like armor. And she? She was the fool who dared to love him anyway. Revansh Malhotra was everything Aarini Joshi should have stayed away from—reckless, heartless, and incapable of love. But somewhere between his cruel smirks and broken promises, she saw a glimpse of the boy he once was... and the man he could become. "I don't want to fix you, Malhotra," she told him once. "But I wish to love you so fiercely, so fearlessly, that you won't have a choice but to change—for yourself, and for me." In a world where love is often a battlefield, Aarini chooses to fight not with anger, but with unwavering devotion. But some wars aren't meant to be won. Will her love heal a heart that’s forgotten how to feel? Or will she end up shattering herself in the process? A story of raw love, heartbreaking choices, and the painful beauty of believing in someone who refuses to believe in themselves.

The day Ken Bowen and I finalized the divorce, I walked out wearing only the outfit I had worn on our wedding day. I let Ken keep the house, the cars, the money, and the kids. He looked genuinely surprised, then let out a mocking laugh. "Are you sure about this? You raised the girls yourself, and you're just giving them up? If you really don't want anything, then you won't need to pay child support either. That's fair, right?" I signed the papers without hesitation and said calmly, "Yeah. That's fair." Ken paused, then slowly signed his name. "If you regret this later, you…" I lifted a hand and cut him off. I didn't look back as I walked out. Ken used to say I married him for money and status, that I used our three daughters to tie him down. Whatever. The day he saw my dead body, he would finally understand.

The Blue Moon Bed and Breakfast Inn is deep within the Canadian Shield in a small ski town called Evergreen Grove. Rumours have it that magical things happen at the Inn. With stories of a spirit of a lady in white and friendly staff that know exactly what you need before you even do. Maybe it's time for you to visit and see what happens when six people come to visit. The Germains are on a getaway in hopes to save their marriage. Greta Johansen is there scouting out for a ghost hunting television show. April Klein is a friend of the owner Gabriella St. James and an art influencer looking for something new. Daniel Davis is a painter in desperate need of some inspiration. Eric Devlin is a mystery man. He pays in cash and is clearly hiding from something. So come book yourself into the Blue Moon and see what happens from Jody Samuel's eyes the front desk clerk. With curses and blessings on this holiday at the Blue Moon, everyone is in for a surprise or two. Just ask the Boggart that lives in the pantry. Cover made by Getcovers.

"It seems you are still not satisfied. Let me give it a try then." "You’re crazy! Let go of me!" "Be still and behave yourself for me." Slap "Today, I shall teach you a lesson." "I have done nothing against morality and ethics; what gives you the right to question me?" "The right, you ask? Ever since you set foot in the palace of Helios Kingdom, you have been mine. Today, I will show you what rights I have over you." "Listen well: from now on, you belong only to me." ... From being a superstar with millions of admiring fans, he suddenly finds himself trapped in a tragic yaoi script, becoming the consort of a handsome yet ruthless emperor. To him, this is nothing short of a nightmare. Where is his dignity, where is the pride of a superstar? He can’t bear to play this role any longer. He wants to escape this cursed script and return to being the superstar he once was. Someone, save me…

“Choose. Choose what you want.” “Like this is some ice-cream flavour to choose?” Agatha seethed, the gun in her hands that hung limply by her side. Gustav grinned like the psycho he was, finding excitement to see his own daughter quivering in fear. “Almost the same honey. Now choose. Will you save the man you love, or yourself?” Shutting her eyes, Agatha lifted the gun up, and the next time her eyes opened, they were burning with rage. “Fuck love.” _______________________________ The Mafia world is filled with all kinds of crime and sin, committed by their very own Lords. That’s right, just the Lords. But what if the most ruthless Italian Mafia fails to have a future Lord, and instead has two Lady’s? Who will it be, Agatha Russo, the cold hearted, cruel monster that values her own life above anything, and will do anything to stay in power, or Soralina Russo, the sweet, kind hearted angel, whose only sin was to be born as the daughter of the Lord of The Cross Sword Mafia?

Aurelia is a hunter. For centuries she has been fighting in a seemingly hopeless battle, the war for freedom. While a dark past drives the withdrawn woman in the fulfillment of her task, she and her four colleagues slide into a dangerous operation that irrevocably changes their life without warning. A very special kind of hunt begins, which takes Aurelia on an adventurous journey. A journey to yourself ... and to love......"But ... what if you are not able to love?"She had chosen the right sentence. Viktor understood their coded symbol, he knew it that way too. She saw almost figuratively how he swallowed the sadness, then he put a forgiving hand on her shoulder."Believe me, you will know and you will love ..." His voice was rough and when he finally continued it became a bit bitter. "There is this man whom even you can love."Then she realized that it was not just Meredia that had stalled their relationship. She had done it herself because she had been unable to allow true closeness. Her heart was just a hard lump of flesh.

I filed to leave Doctors Without Borders a year in advance, just so I could return home, keep my promise, and marry Dennis McMillan. But by the time I got back, Dennis was already a father. I overheard him telling the housekeeper, "Let Anna stay abroad a little longer. Best if she doesn't come back at all. If she finds out I have a son now, she'll definitely cause a scene." It was only then that I understood—he had deceived me. Three years ago, he said to me, "Go spend three years with Doctors Without Borders. Toughen yourself up. Once you are more mature, you'll be ready to be my wife." And I was mature now. I wasn't the same girl who used to break down in tears whenever something went wrong. My tastes had changed too. And now, I wasn't interested in someone like him anymore.

A few weeks before our wedding, Rodney Luther's stepmother, Jessica Flaine, posts a photo on her social media. In the photo, she's wearing the wedding dress I picked out, holding a bouquet of red roses, and shyly leaning toward Rodney, asking for a kiss. The caption reads—"Dreams fulfilled." I don't call Rodney in tears or throw a fit like I used to. I simply like the post and leave a comment. "Screenshot sent to Rodney's father." Not long after, Jessica deletes the post, and Rodney's phone call follows immediately. "Ivana, you're being so petty! The rest of my days belong to you. It's only today that I'm fulfilling a small dream of Jessica's. Hurry up and explain things to my dad! "Come on, be good. I've got a gift for you." A scoff escapes me. "Rodney, do you hear me clearly? Go explain it to your father yourself!"