Spoon Fed

Slade Norris is a trust fund baby, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t work for a living. In fact he works himself to the bone running a PR firm, security company and … oh yeah, he manages one of the world’s most famous hard rock bands: Feisty. While Slade may have been born with a silver spoon he’s worked extremely hard to prove himself, and make it on his own two feet. As a teenager he met four rough and rowdy boys who were looking to create a band and get famous. Slade knew he was the guy to make it happen and to ensure his buddies didn’t get taken advantage of along the way One big monkey wrench in their plans of world domination in the entertainment world: Slade’s childhood girlfriend and then high school sweetheart Holly Anderson. Holly had been around the guys of Feisty since their inception and was an integral part of helping them write songs and stay on track. Since Holly was a year younger than Slade and the guys, she was stuck at home finishing her senior year when the guys hit it big and left on a world tour. What happened shortly after has haunted them all for their entire adult lives. Can the universe intervene and bring this couple back together for one more chance? Find out in the final installment of my Feisty Series: How To Forgive. This book can be read as a stand alone but it would be best read as the final book in the series as it answers a lot of lingering questions left by the first four books! Thank you for reading.

What happens when a simple decision turns your life upside down? Blood, secrets, and ploys await. ------- It was challenging to pay attention to the meal while your husband was staring at you as if you were his next meal. “Stop looking at me like that, baby,” I whispered in his ear. He muttered, “Then kitten, stop licking the spoon with that sexy tongue.” “Am I not allowed to eat my food now?” I inquired, squandering my innocence. But we both knew I was teasing him, and the bulge in his pants was the obvious sign that I had succeeded. He whispered in his husky Italian accent, “Oh, you are not walking straight when I am done with you tonight, my lovely sweet wife.” Oh, God! ------- Anaya Regio is a naïve 22-year-old girl who is a gentle soul with a simple life, but her simple life takes a complicated turn when she discovers her parents are not her biological parents. Nicolas Ricci is a 27-year-old one of the most feared Mafia bosses in Italy. His only goal in life is to become the number one mafia boss in all history, regardless of the lengths to do so. He is ruthless and a cold-blooded killer. What happens when Anaya becomes a pawn in Nicolas's game and has to get involved in a world of hurt and greed? Will she understand his game and leave him or give in to the attraction she feels? Will Nicolas stay hidden behind the walls he built near his heart, or will he let her steal it? Join the roller coaster journey of Anaya and Nicolas. Where they find deceit, greed, and agony with love, lust, and trust. Warning: Mature content, abuse, blood, and fights.

Giselle He was sin dressed in Armani. The kind of man mothers warn you about and daughters dream about anyway. The moment his eyes hooked mine, I knew I was damned. Sexy, lethal, a wolf in a tailored suit—Nicholas was temptation wrapped in cruelty. Every instinct screamed run, but desire chained my feet to the fire. Our chemistry didn’t just spark—it detonated, burning through reason until I was his. But love with the devil always comes with a price. And when Nicholas shattered me, he didn’t just break my heart—he fed it to his enemies. Turns out I was never his queen. Just another pawn bleeding on his chessboard. Nicholas She was the one thing this cursed world couldn’t give me—an angel. The moment she looked at me, I claimed her. Fragile, pure, the soft to my savage. She was light, and I was hell, and somehow we collided. But angels can lie too. With her betrayal, she cracked my armor wide open. I raged, I burned, and then—she was stolen from me. Now my veins pump vengeance. My enemies will choke on their own screams for daring to touch what’s mine. Let heaven tremble and hell prepare—because I will scorch this world until my angel is back in my arms.

“ One month is all we’ve got for our contract marriage whatever right.” I asked as he held me by my neck, looking at me seductively. “ What if I make Mr no emotions fall for me?, do I get a chance to stay longer?.” “ Let’s see you try Ari.” He said still looking me with lust in his eyes and in one touch, he tore my nighty off my body. After being the perfect wife and enduring all her husband’s misdeeds for 2 years, Ariana gets fed up and throws divorce papers on Raymond’s face after signing them. She leaves his house, returning all he gave to her. One hotel clash changes Ariana’s life, introducing her to the devil himself, a man who sees women as tools to use when ever he feel like. He makes her the Vice President of his company, making her ex husband Raymond beg at her feet for a collaboration. What will happen when Ariana finds out she was just a pawn to get back at Raymond, and what will she do after she finds out the relationship between Trevor and her ex mother in law.?

Married in secret for five years, Yvonne Singer always thought I was just a washed-up nobody from a fallen family. What she didn't know was that I was the sole successor to Guzman Group, the world's largest venture capital firm. She tricked me into attending a cocktail party for the sake of her male best friend, Francis Yorke, and forced me to toast my sworn rival. Furious, I shattered the wineglass in my hand and snapped, "Yvonne, don't push me! Believe it or not, with a single word from me, your company can disappear from the stock market by tomorrow!" Panic flickered in her eyes. The next second, she threw herself into my arms. "Honey, I just needed your help. I didn't mean to hurt you." She then personally fed me a hangover pill and gently escorted me to a private room. When I woke up, I was hanging upside down from a drop tower. Francis slammed the switch. I was sent flying dozens of feet into the air, then plummeting straight down into the water. As my consciousness began to waver, I forced myself to make an emergency call. "Mr. Chance, contact global media outlets. Before nightfall, I want headlines showing them begging on the streets!"

A white wolf was a special breed. A witch was respected but also not very common. So imagine the surprise when one girl holds both in one body. Rumors and myths were made about her but no one knew for certain if she existed. Stories claimed that her mother, Rose Taylor, who was a witch was mated to an Alpha werewolf where they had four children. Three of which didn't bear the gift of witchcraft, but their daughter did. The family denied all allegations and nobody was the wiser. But what if I told you she did exist? That her name was Emerald Taylor, she was nineteen years old, and she was deprived of seeing her wolf and being in fresh air for nine years. Her parents died trying to keep her safe one night and her brothers never forgiving her for it, so their revenge? Locked her away like Princess Fiona to never be seen or heard from again. Only to be viewed when she received her daily beating from none other than her own brothers and being fed by the maid that has been serving her for years. The maid is the only person who truly understood her and cared for her. When enough was enough and she finally escaped to only become a rogue who could be sensed entering any territory. What's a witch/white wolf to do? To be concealed of course.

I decided to choose a new husband after being reborn. I looked at Asher Vance, the boyfriend I'd devoted five years to, and I turned away without a second glance. Instead, I let my soft form lean into the solid, reassuring strength of his uncle, Alexander Vance. In my past life, I'd ignored the powerful CEO who wanted to marry me and insisted on loving the wild, free-spirited Asher. It wasn't until a sudden miscarriage ripped through me that I uncovered the truth—he'd been lacing the tonic he fed me every single day, without fail, with abortifacients. And his reason? He believed I wasn't as refined, as pure, as my sister Celeste Lockwood, and didn't deserve to carry his heir. Memories of our tangled moments in bed rushed back, how he'd so often whispered Celeste's name against my skin. Only then did I piece it together: every loss I'd suffered had just been a sick, flirtatious game between the two of them, a cruel inside joke at my expense. Fine. If that's how they wanted to play, in this new life, I'd just marry someone else. But on my wedding day, the ever-arrogant Asher collapsed in tears right at the ceremony.

The moment my best friend dashes into the lottery shop ahead of me and rattles off that familiar string of numbers, I know instantly that she has been reborn, too. In my past life, my best friend and I were shortlisted for an interview at a Global 500 company just before graduation. However, there was only one opening available. On the day of the interview, I had a sudden urge to buy a lottery ticket, but as a result, I missed the interview, and my best friend got the job. As it turned out, I won the jackpot, totaling 50 million dollars. After graduation, I lived a carefree life, lounging at home and living off the interest. Meanwhile, after entering the company, my best friend was paid little and got bullied every single day. Eventually, she vented her anger on me and shoved me off a rooftop. I died from the fall instantly. After my death, my boyfriend covered for her, twisting the story to claim that I'd gone mad from idling too long and jumped on my own. The two of them fed on my misfortune, becoming influencers with millions of fans and raking in fortune. When I open my eyes again, I am reborn to the very day I bought that lottery ticket.

Emily has never known the warmth of a real family. Abandoned before she was born and orphaned young, she was taken in by her best friend’s mother—fed, clothed, and educated, but never truly loved. To them, she was just the charity case they picked up from the streets, tolerated but never chosen. Still, Emily believed in love, she trusted her boyfriend, she trusted her best friend. Until the night she walked in on them together… in his bed. Shattered and drunk, she spent one reckless night with a mysterious stranger, desperate to forget the betrayal. By morning, he was gone, leaving only a name behind. Mr. Harrison Grey. She never expected to see him again, until she returned home and watched her best friend run into the arms of the same man. “Daddy! I missed you!” In that moment, Emily’s world collapsed all over again, because the stranger she spent the night with was her best friend’s father. Now, a dangerous secret is growing inside her, one that could destroy what little stability she has left. As forbidden feelings, jealousy, and buried family secrets surface, Emily must confront a truth she never saw coming. What happens when the man who gave you one night of comfort becomes your forbidden baby daddy?

On the day of our wedding, my fiance Thomas Warsh was killed in a car accident on the way there. His adopted sister rushed toward me, clutching his ashes, accusing me of being a jinx who brought him misfortune. I was drowning in grief when a line of floating comments suddenly appeared before my eyes. [You must remain a widow for three years for your deceased husband. After three years, he will be reincarnated and return to love you again!] [Don’t ever remarry. Otherwise, the male lead will never rest in peace, and you will suffer for the rest of your life!] That was when I learned that my fiancé and I were the hero and heroine of a novel. Only by following the spoilers in the comments and completing the storyline could I reunite with him. I did not remarry. Guided by the comments, I remained a widow for three years, and then another three. However, it was not until I suddenly died from a severe illness that I discovered the truth–the comments had all been written by Thomas. He had faked his death, changed his appearance, married his adopted sister, and fed me endless empty promises so I would continue to slave away for the Warsh family. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day before the wedding.