Susan Branch Books

Her nipples stood firm, pink and inviting, poking through the light nightwear she had on. ‎ ‎My lips circled her pebbles and my tongue glided against it smoothly in my thoughts, ‎ ‎Fuck. ‎ ‎I felt my member pulse and grow harder, ‎ ‎Every inch of my body screamed at me to hold on to it and give it a squeeze, ‎ ‎Then mould that ass. ‎ ‎And fuck that… ‎ ‎Fuck, ‎ ‎But as I sat, I felt her soft hands run through my back, ‎ ‎Slowly caressing my neck, her boobs pressed against my back , ‎ ‎I nearly lost it the moment, her tongue flicked my ear lobe, wetting it with just the right amount, ‎ ‎"Victoria ...."a moan escaped my lips, then she leaned in. ‎ ‎"fuck me...." she whispered. ‎ ‎ ‎Victoria Lurkin is an entrepreneur, the heir to the lurkin empire. And a virgin.‎ ‎After her boyfriend proposes to her, she finally decided to give In to his sexual appeal, but on that night, she discovers he is having a sexual affair with her sister. ‎Victoria is Shattered and humiliated, but one night of escape entangles her in a web as she crosses path with Lucas Lorenzo. a gangster about to serve jail term whose insane physical features prompts her to make a decision that poses as a threat to not just the family but to herself. ‎ Now, forced into a marriage built on a scandal, power and manipulation, Victoria finds herself trapped in a world where love is a weapon and trust is a lie. ‎ ‎What then happens when love lust and binding romance becomes the very pillar to her downfall and the gangster serving as the speed boat leading her is a man with an unimaginable secret. ‎

He is a CEO who once had autism, and in a hollow world, only she can make him feel at ease. Because of her, overnight, he destroyed the city's largest nightclub; because of her, he took a series of stunningly beautiful photos that caused a sensation. He domineeringly keeps her by his side, destroying the things she likes, all because he wants to earn her favor. She feels unlucky and miserable, he is like a madman, obstinate and resolute. His crazy possessiveness frightens her. When she asked him to let her go, she never expected him to actually agree...

Ethan Adams, as a tycoon in the business world, was interviewed, and when asked about his preferences, the journalist inquired, "What type of person do you like?" Ethan replied, "Someone who is obedient, gentle, and understanding." Then, the journalist asked, "And what type of person do you least like?" Ethan responded, "Someone who is arrogant, domineering, and fake." After the interview was released, everyone believed that the future Mrs. Adams would undoubtedly be a gentle and gracious woman. However, it didn't take long before it was exposed that Ethan Adams' wife was a scandal-ridden star in the entertainment industry. Ethan Adams said, "I dislike pretentious individuals, but if it's you, I'm willing to shower you with unlimited affection."

Revenge. It's all Violet Stone has ever desired. After losing her parents, she will stop at nothing to avenge them. She goes to her cousin, Magnolia Knight, knowing that the two of them would work better together than apart. But seeking her cousin's help isn't easy because it means she has to put aside their differences to work together. Magnolia has the picture perfect family, is going to be the first female Alpha in her pack, and is beautiful and smart. Is Magnolia willing to sacrifice her life to help her cousin? Will Violet ever get the revenge she seeks? And just when things can't get any more complicated... mates come into the picture. ***There are characters that will be mentioned from "Alpha's Slave Mate" and "Saved By The Alpha" you do not have to read these books to understand this one it just gives some extra background!***

I had no choice but to become the partner of a mafia boss with an incubus bloodline when his heat cycle began. To my surprise, Lionel Andrus and I got along better than I ever imagined. Every night, he held me close, craving more of me, as if we were made for each other. But right before we got our marriage license, my jealous sister, Tracy Rowe, tried to talk me out of it. "Incubi are born flirts," she warned. "How do you know you're his only woman? Once he's bored, he'll toss you aside." In my last life, I had believed her. I called off my engagement with Lionel and, through her introduction, married a "nice guy" named Jamie Stephenson. After we married, Jamie cheated on me and gave me STDs. Desperate, I went to Tracy's house to ask for help. She turned me away with disgust. "You couldn't control your husband and ended up sick, and you actually came asking me for money? How dare you! You have no self-respect. You don't deserve to be my sister!" Right then, she publicly cut ties with me. Even our parents sided with her, calling me a disgrace and refusing to let me step inside the house. In the end, I couldn't take the pain anymore and ended up hanging myself. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the very day Tracy told me not to marry Lionel.

Sam and I have been married for ten years. He always said he would give me the wedding of my dreams. However, three days before the ceremony, my eyes, which had been blind for the past six months after saving Sam’s life, miraculously regained vision. The first thing I saw when I opened them was Sam tangled in bed with his pretty secretary, Alisa. The bed was still shaking while Alisa typed on her phone. She showed it to him, smirking. [Sam, we're out of condoms. Why not ask your blind wife to grab one for us?] Sam’s veins bulged at his temple. His eyes darted toward me in panic. Alisa, however, scoffed and typed again. [What are you so scared of? Your wife’s blind. What’s she gonna see?] Sam sighed in resignation. “Hazel, can you pass me the box of cigarettes from the nightstand?” That cigarette box he mentioned was clearly labeled: Durex Ultra-Thin—Bare Feel. My heart shattered, and I booked a flight to Rockbridge before the wedding. When Sam came running after me, hysterical, I said coldly to him, “Sam. I can see.”

In the final year of my bond with vampire lord Saul, the curse of our pact struck, and I was overwhelmed by agony, but my lord was nowhere to be found. He had gone out. He left me to suffer. Alone. When the door finally creaked open the next morning, I looked up through bloodshot eyes—hope flickering like a dying candle. But he wasn't alone. He carried an unconscious woman in his arms, her head resting against his chest like she belonged there. Ignoring me as I curled up on the floor in pain, he first carried the woman to his room and called the old butler anxiously. "Jacinda's passed out. Hurry! Check if she's all right!" The old butler cautiously pleaded on my behalf, hoping our lord could save me first, but Saul frowned and interrupted: "Jacinda is in danger, and I have no mind to drink her blood now. She just needs to pull through herself. Believe me, she won't die. Right now, the priority is to save Jacinda." A frown and a glance in my direction was his only response to the old butler's desperate plea. With my only hope shattered, I clenched my teeth and slashed several long wounds on my arms and hands to drain blood for self-rescue. After a long period of weak convulsions, the curse of the pact finally ended. I lay in a pool of blood, sending a message with my last faint consciousness. "I promise I will leave him."

In the third year the law firm was established, Claire Stone joined the firm as an assistant. From then on, my boyfriend started buying breakfast for her. My childhood friend also drove her to and from work. As for me, I became the wicked woman who bullied the newbie. The repeated disappointments made me decide to expel them from my life. So I agreed to a marriage contract with someone else, and while my boyfriend and childhood friend mocked me, I left the firm we had formed together. Later, they learned that they had been showering all their love and attention on a spy sent by a rival law firm. When they regretted their actions and asked me to go back to them, my husband sent them an invitation to our wedding.

In the light of this reflection and for the sake of her unborn child, Helen escapes by the moonlight and leaves the pack. Once out of the pack's safety, she is accosted by rogues. Helen, the weak omega that she is, cannot defend herself and awaits capture before a saviour in person of her new lover comes to her rescue. Helen becomes a slave to Alpha Damian as the only way to remain alive after her dad commits treason by revealing crucial information to a rival pack. Alpha Damian is desperate for an heir and when Helen finally discovers she's pregnant for him, someone has beaten her to the task already and Helen finally realises the worthlessness of her life as a slave and baby making tool. Helen makes her escape from the pack and is attacked by rogue werewolves only to be saved by a werewolf from another pack. A couple of years later and Helen has become a renowned detective and writer, living happily with her saviour and son. Everything appears to be going smoothly till children start getting attacked by rogues. As such, help is enlisted from Alpha Damian’s pack, a deliberate move from Alpha Damian, on the condition that Helen returns to his pack, under the guise that her detective skills are urgently needed. Helen's hesitancy disappears when her son goes missing, and she is forced to collaborate with Alpha Damian. Secrets are yet to unfold and Helen must watch her back because the enemy might be closer than she thinks. For how long can she fight the growing bond between the Alpha and herself? And will Helen be able to protect everyone she loves in the end?

At the age of twenty, I mated to my father's best friend, Lucian, the Alpha of Silverfang Pack despite our age difference. He was eight years older than me and was known in the pack as the cold-hearted King of Hell. He was ruthless in the pack and never got close to any she-wolves, but he was extremely gentle and sweet towards me. He would buy me the priceless Fangborn necklace the next day just because I casually said, "It looks good." When I curled up in bed in pain during my period, he would put aside Alpha councils and personally make pain suppressant for me, coaxing me to drink spoonful by spoonful. He would hug me tight when we mated, calling me "sweetheart" in a low and hoarse voice. He claimed I was so alluring that my body had him utterly addicted as if every curve were a narcotic he couldn't quit. He even named his most valuable antique Stormwolf Armour "For Elise". For years, I had believed it was to commemorate the melody I had played at the piano on our first encounter—the very tune that had sparked our love story. Until that day, I found an old photo album in his study. The album was full of photos of the same she-wolf. You wouldn’t believe this, but we looked like twin sisters! The she-wolf in one of the photos was playing the piano and smiling brightly. The back of the photo said, "For Elise." ... After discovering the truth, I immediately drafted a severance agreement to sever our mate bond. Since Lucian only cared about Elise, no way in hell I would be your Luna Alice anymore.