Romans & histoires Robin Miles Audiobooks

My CEO boyfriend, Elias Thatcher, had always admired strength, yet he willingly supported a useless intern. Because he loved me more than life itself, or so I thought. When a routine physical revealed that the intern, Zoey Redwood, and I shared the same rare blood type. So, he decided to keep her around as my emergency backup. She became a living blood bank, just in case something ever happened to me. He cooked for her, took her on trips, made handmade gifts, and doted on her at every turn. He said he was doing it for my sake, building up good karma for me. Then, I got into a car accident. Rather than letting the intern donate blood to save me, my boyfriend had blood brought in from miles away. His explanation was gentle, almost tender. She had a cold. He was afraid something in her blood might be passed on to me. The very next day, Zoey was diagnosed with kidney failure. That was when he drugged me and had me wheeled into an operating room, forcing me to donate a kidney. His voice was warm as he explained, "Zoey is your last resort. She has to stay healthy so she can save your life in a real emergency. I can't use her up over every little illness or injury. Having you donate a kidney to her is for your future, too. "I don't want you overthinking things. Once the surgery is over, I'll marry you." What he didn't know was that I already had mid-stage leukemia. His decision to make me donate that kidney had caused my cancer to spread. I was dying. So, I would never get the chance to marry him.

I traveled over a thousand eight hundred miles to find my wife. She was a professor at Harbor University. As soon as I arrived, I received a call. “Hi, Mr. Jaques. We’re just following up on the stroller your wife custom-ordered from us. Have you been happy with it? If so, would you mind leaving us a quick positive review?” I was stunned. We had lived apart for years and did not have a child together. Still, I remained calm and double-checked. “Are you sure I’m the one who ordered that stroller?” “Yes, sir, I can confirm that. Our system requires ID verification from both parents for all custom stroller orders. The mother on file is Shiloh Zoeller. Mr. Jaques, you are listed as the child’s father.” The customer service agent sent me a screenshot of the child’s information as proof. It indeed showed that I had a child around one month old. The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. I went to the address listed on the order. Downstairs, a young man was chatting with a group of people. “As of today, I’m no longer your classmate. I’m now the professor’s husband!” A male classmate laughed and teased him. “What a show off. But come on, the kid’s already a month old. When are you and Ms. Zoeller finally tying the knot? We’re still waiting to toast you!” Just then, a very familiar female voice spoke. “What’s taking you so long? Get up here. Our little boy is getting impatient.” I followed the sound of the voice and saw Shiloh holding a swaddled baby. She leaned against that man’s chest as if she had done it countless times.

I had not asked my mother for money in three months. She thought I had finally learned to be a good, obedient son and, in a rare act of mercy, sent me a message. "I already had Calvin pay the registration fee. Learn to be more sensible from now on. Stop thinking about scamming money from the family. "I know your dad is having a hard time right now, but since you chose to stay with me, you need to be on the same side as me." When she said this, she did not yet know that I had already transferred my in-state residency out. No one believed that I, Miles Hart, who appeared on the surface to be the young master of a wealthy family, had a closet filled entirely with clothes bought before my parents’ divorce. For three full years, there was not a single new piece of clothing. Every dollar I spent privately had to be submitted through an internal approval system, with a written application and justification. Even fees for school activities required screenshots of official notices and formal quotations. All expenses had to pass the review of my stepfather, Calvin Pierce. Just because my mother constantly suspected I was siding with my father and was afraid I would secretly funnel money to him. A month ago, I needed $500 for a math competition registration fee. Calvin rejected the request again and again. "There isn't enough justification. "Why do you have to participate in this competition? "Wait until the end of the month for unified approval." By the time approval finally came through, the registration window had already closed. Mom did not know that I had endured these three years for only one reason: an in-state residency, which would make college admissions easier. Now, I was officially recommended for admission to a top university. This family was no longer a place I needed to stay in.

"Promise me they will suffer for all they did to you." >>>> Emily. * "Five years ago, I made a vow to my best friend, that I would seek retribution against all those who wronged me in the past, who made me suffer and made my life miserable. However, after fleeing the country while pregnant, and giving birth to my little angel, while also finding success as a creative artist and finding love in a man who was starting to mend my broken heart, I decided to let go of my plans for vengeance. Part of me believed it was best to move on and leave the past behind, but another part still thirsty for revenge, determined to destroy those who wronged me in the past." >>> Hayley Forbes. *** Hayley's heart shattered the day she discovered her billionaire's husband's betrayal, devoid of any remorse as he demanded a divorce. Left with nothing but a broken heart, and forced eviction from her home, Hayley set out to start a new life, only to realize a few weeks later that she was carrying her ex-husband's child. She vowed to seek her revenge against all those who abandoned her, especially her unfaithful husband. Returning to her husband after being rejected twice wasn't an option. Instead, Hayley kept the pregnancy a secret, and resolved to raise the child on her own, fleeing to a distant place_ miles away from her family and ex-husband. But what happens five years later, when Hayley's estranged husband returns, claiming not only her but their child as well, with plans to reconnect with them and become family again? What will Hayley do? Will she confront her past and long-forgotten revenge plan? Or Will she forgive and forget? Delve in to find out!

I'm Kate Bamford, and I'm an EA (Executive Assistant), and I've just started a new job with - quite honestly the most gorgeous man I've ever set eyes on. This is a shame because men - gorgeous, sexy, or otherwise are completely off my radar! I can blame my ex for that, he's a controlling, miserable PoS! Weeks of being told what I can and cannot do would drive anyone to murder. Oops! The less said about that the better. No, I didn't stick a knife in his black petrified heart, but I did cause him major humiliation, which, thinking about it might have been even worse. My big worry is I have a secret, and the last thing I need is for my ex or anyone else to find out. Nobody will rescue me if my secret gets out. I'm Darius Graves, CEO of Graves and Son. I have a big problem, it concerns my mother - a matriarchal socialite who lives 3,461 miles away from me in New York. It's not far enough! My 'dearest' mother thinks nothing of getting into her private jet and popping over to see me in London as if she's going to the corner shop for a pint of milk. The thing is, she wants me to get married, but only to a girl she chooses. There is not a snowball's chance in hell of this ever happening. No way. No how. My two best friends are always coming up with various solutions to this problem. i.e. Sell the bank, or keep the bank and work from home in Katmandu. However, their latest idea is a fake marriage. But to whom? I can only think of one person, and that is my new assistant. She's beautiful and thinking about her keeps me awake at night.

He broke the bond. Now, her brothers will break his empire. Sierra Vaughn was the Steele Pack’s best-kept secret—a "wolfless" Omega who served her Alpha husband, Cameron Steele, with a quiet, devastating devotion. For three years, she endured his cold stares and the pack’s whispered insults, all for the sake of a fated match he refused to acknowledge. But the night she finally discovers she’s carrying his heirs—twins with a scent more powerful than any Alpha in history—Cameron delivers a killing blow. He demands a Severance of the Mate Bond to marry a "worthy" high-ranker, Lexi Hart. Left for dead and exiled into the winter wilderness, Cameron expects Sierra to fade into a memory. Instead, he ignites a war. Because Sierra Vaughn isn’t an Omega. She is the True Lunar Heiress of the legendary Vaughn Circle—the most ancient, lethal, and wealthy Great-Pack in the Northlands. And she has six overprotective Alpha brothers who have been waiting for the moment she finally comes home. Landon, the Real Estate Titan, who builds her a fortress. Miles, the Tech Genius, who silences Cameron’s communications. Dr. Aaron, the Healer, who vows to keep her and her pups safe at any cost. Julian, Cole, and Ryder, who use their fame and power to dismantle the Steele Pack’s reputation, brick by bloody brick. As Sierra transforms from a discarded wife into a Sovereign Queen, her scent becomes an intoxicating drug that Cameron can no longer ignore. He’s feral with regret, desperate to reclaim the mate he threw away. But Sierra is no longer a submissive wolf. She’s a Vaughn. And if Cameron wants a second chance, he’ll have to crawl through a gauntlet of ten protective Alphas just to catch a glimpse of the throne

When I first caught Miles cheating on me, I pinned him down at the entrance whenever he came home every day. I would pull down his pants and spray high-concentration alcohol all over his nether regions. He always went along with it with teary eyes because he knew he had been in the wrong. He would only look at me with a pitiful gaze and coax me to stop. One day, he came home two hours late. I became mad when I smelled the perfume on him. I started taking off his belt forcefully and yelled, “Last time, when you had your fun with one woman, you came home half an hour late. “Now you’re two hours late. Talk! Did you sleep with four?” Even though he apologized to me for the twenty-ninth time, I pushed him away repeatedly. He finally raised his hand to show me the IV mark on the back of it. He snapped and screamed at me, “Enough! I was dying with a high fever, yet you haven’t even asked how I’m doing. You just fly off the handle every single day. When are you going to stop? “Fine, I got drunk and slept with someone once. Big deal. You’re not so innocent yourself. “It’s no wonder you got dragged into an alley at sixteen, stripped, and assaulted. Jenna, you’re a paranoid wreck. You may have even deserved it.” The spray bottle shattered at my feet, and the smell of alcohol caught in my throat. I was speechless. I felt exhausted when I saw his disgusted expression. I did not want this broken relationship any longer.

Blurb When I was fifteen years old I fell in love, he was a walking wet dream and for a teenage girl that was only learning to control her hormones, he was Death. I grew up in a religious household, my grandfather was a catholic pastor and so we were raised on a biblical perspective but somehow I always galloped more to worldly things. I was taught no cussing, no deception, and certainly no fucking a hot boy you just met two weeks ago, but- I loved him. I wanted to love him in all the ways I could, and I think he too loved me because he always promised forever. Somehow forever lasted short, I ended up in the wrong hands, terrible hands. I saw some bad things and did worse, my perception of life was ruined long ago now I have nothing, nothing but scars and demons. I had long forgotten about him, but years later, he crashes into my life, and he's married. His wife, making me an unwelcome proposal, and him, making me feel like the indistinguishable stupid girl I was seven years ago. However I'm no longer her, and he isn't the same eighteen-year-old I lied to, he breathes power and seduction that can be seen from miles away. All I want is to get my life in order but with my past feelings and demons resurfacing, I know one thing for sure, I am screwed. We both are. Caelum thinks he is the only fiend in my story, yet there's a far bigger demon lurking in the dark, and no matter the times he goes hunting, he won't find it, the demon hides in the most open places and the longer Caelum searches, the more broken he will be when he encounters it.

Sienna Calloway has spent her entire life running. City to city, commitment to commitment, never staying long enough to leave a mark. At twenty-six, she's a professional stunt woman with nerves of steel and a philosophy built on one word: freedom. The moment life demands permanence, the walls close in. So she keeps moving. Until she crashes a motorcycle onto the wrong property at seventy miles per hour. Dante Moretti does not make mistakes. The cold-hearted kingpin of Chicago's underworld operates with surgical precision and ruthlessness honed over a lifetime of calculated decisions. He rules through fear. Fear has never failed him. Until a bleeding, furious stunt woman limps toward his car and tells him exactly what she thinks of him. He should make her disappear. Instead, he offers her a choice: work for him, or vanish permanently. He needs someone fearless, trained, and reckless enough to survive what he's planning. Someone who doesn't scare easily. Sienna should say no. Everything in her screams to run. But for the first time, running means leaving something she cannot bear to lose. What begins as a transaction becomes something neither of them anticipated. Dante discovers that control is an illusion when the person you're trying to control refuses to fear you. She challenges everything he thought he believed. Makes him want things he cannot have. Makes him want to be someone other than what he's become. Sienna discovers that freedom doesn't always mean escape. Sometimes it means standing still. Sometimes it means letting someone in, even when that someone could destroy you. But loving Dante Moretti means becoming a target. And to save her, he'll have to do the one thing he swore he'd never do. Let someone close enough to break him.

You think you've had a bad day? My name is Braddock Westfield, Billionaire Alpha (head werewolf) of the Crescent Moon pack I've searched for my fated mate for 22 years and finally conceded to the elders to choose a Luna to produce an heir. The night before our union my pack was attacked by rogues (werewolves with no pack, no morals, mostly criminals), we suffered no losses except my Gamma (Lead Warrior), who now we need to pick up 100 miles away in a small human town at a Diner. I receive a call as I pull into the parking lot, that my chosen mate has been kidnapped by rogues on her way to my pack. Pissed off, I enter the Diner, an intoxicating scent hits me and my wolf howls in my head "MATE" (22years of searching and on my Union Day, you find her). Two men crash threw the door inside the diner, yelling "Charlie get your ass out here now, we're not done with it yet." The old woman behind the counter grabs a shotgun and makes them leave. A waitress comes out bringing food and that intoxicating scent, my heart clenches when our eyes lock and our mate bond snaps tethering our hearts together, as I look at her broken nose, bruised face, split lip, swollen green glistening eyes. I need to get her to leave with us, promising to keep her safe, revealing I'm a psychiatrist with facilities, to help her rebuild her self-esteem and build her confidence to help her, move past her obvious trauma. Explaining she's a werewolf and I'm her fated mate and at least 20+ years older than her, that may be more challenging. Let's not forget, I now need to find my kidnapped chosen that I need to reject. All this before 9am.