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An unusual gentleman offers his assistance, but he doesn’t know the truth behind her haste to flee from the city. Gabriel Hill lives in his father’s shadow, determined to make his own way for once. When he comes across a lovely young woman on board La Voyageur, he takes it upon himself to help her on her journey toward New Orleans. As strange events unfold, neither is prepared for the danger closing in on them both… Upon Your Love (Book Three of the Heiresses in Love Series) Genre: Victorian Maritime Romance/Family Saga The Hill family saga concludes as loyalties are questioned, faiths will be tested, and undying love may come at a terrible cost…

The next book will be any guesses. Yes, I am starting a new book called ‘No, Master’ Containing Rafael and Rose’s story. Damien and Maria wouldn’t have any story as Damien was never bad to Maria and I will give them an ending in Rose’s story. The story will be a dark romance as usual but different than Yes, Master. There will be no love triangle like this book. There will be only two main characters which will be Rose and Rafael. The book will be full of regret, dark past, romance, erotic, love, and redemption.

Taking her small hand in his, he pressed her palm against the bulge in his jeans. Breaking the kiss, his grip on her hair tightened as he forced her down to her knees. He leaned back against the kitchen counter, the position mirroring her vulnerability. With a swift motion, he unzipped his jeans, freeing his hard dick. It sprang out, the head flushed purple and already leaking pre-cum. The musky scent filled the air, making Nova’s mouth water despite her inexperience. "You want me to put it in my mouth?" she asked in a hesitant tone, her eyes wide as she stared at the impressive length.

Chapter 34: Daylight Surrender Cassandra’s POV We stayed connected for a long time, kissing softly, hands roaming each other’s bodies. The morning had turned into afternoon, but neither of us wanted to leave the bed. In his arms, with his cum still warm inside me, the outside world and all its complications felt far away.

Nora brought white roses when she visited me in the hospital. She fumbled with the flowers, accidentally tipping over the vase and spilling water everywhere. "Oh, no. I'm so sorry, Natalie," she babbled, scrambling to clean up the mess. "I didn't mean to do that." "It's fine," I said, even though nothing really was. She sat down, nervously fiddling with the edge of her skirt. It was a fancy Chanel, a present from Francis, but I was the one who had picked it out. "Natalie, have you and Francis been at it again?"

My best friend liked it instantly. [Congrats, Director Thornton. Welcome to freedom!] I was promoted to the position of finance director in my company. I bought my own home, and I had a cat. After everything I had been through, I finally understood that loving myself was where lifelong romance would truly begin.

He offered and handed his pill to me, bringing a bright smile to my face. "Thanks bro." I thanked him, and he winked, rushing out. That was how he saved me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret would be exposed. This was a dangerous path to tread—the type that would bring disaster and death at the end. It was that type of romance that has no happy ending. I knew this, and I should stay away. The best option was to kill her and save myself from falling harder, but my powers are weak in front of her.

he said, his voice breaking into a small smile, “I get to choose what matters. And it’s not the company. It’s not the headlines. It’s you.” I wanted to argue. To tell him he was being reckless, foolish, romantic to the point of ruin. But when he kissed my forehead, all I could do was hold him — because deep down, I knew this was the beginning of something real. Not the billionaire and the artist. Just Rand and Elena. And in the quiet after the storm, that was enough.

For mature audiences only 18+! contains an age gap, dark romance, explicit sexual content/ scenes, crime, light BDSM, gunplay, murder/violence, etc. Some situations will not be suitable for all readers. Read at your discretion* Myla Tonight is my third date with Deacon and I'm more nervous than I have been for some reason. The first two went great, and the sex? The sex was fücking amazing. I've never come as hard in my entire life.

I need the cold, silent sanctuary of my room. The second the penthouse doors open, I sprint straight inside, locking the heavy deadbolt behind me with a loud, metallic click. The apartment is dead silent, wrapped in an eerie, suffocating gloom. Vincent isn't back yet, still wrapped up in his own twisted affairs across the city.