Suspense Romance Series Novels & Stories

My husband and I met on February 7, 2009, we were engaged on February 7, 2010, and our lives were turned upside down on the morning of February 7, 2011-just three months after we married. Compass is inspired by my own personal life experience. The events of the years this took place had a profound impact on my life and left me forever changed. While I used my creative license to align the story with the rest of the characters in the series, the premise is based in reality. The frustration, the pain, the heartbreak, the triumphs-we felt all of those emotions...some of which we recovered from, others we did not.

I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a

My subconscious was attempting to dispel my suspicion that Sara wasn't fond of my kiss. We posed for magazines before leaving for our house. I could arrange a discreet marriage ceremony with her, but I want to make it clear to the world that she is now Aron Finge, and no one should dare to follow her. I know she already has a large male fan base due to her engaging, sexy writing style. Many men share my fantasies about her after reading her articles; I had her all to myself before anyone else bothered to find out about her. She fell asleep as soon as she got in the car.

A small whisper from her lips flared multiple sparkles in his body. ____________________________ Next will be updated soon. Do like and give feedback. Only one chapter. Means Epilogue is left which will be updated real soon. Do give a try to my other books as well. Spread the purple heart.

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“And that woman... you said she looked like you and claimed to be my wife?” Darcy, wrapping her arm around his, pretended to be sweet and angry at the same time. “Yeah. She even made me call you. But the number she gave me wasn’t even yours. I’m your girlfriend; how could I not recognize your number? What’s even worse is that the number probably belongs to one of her sugar daddies, and I couldn’t even get through. Isn’t that hilarious?” Felix’s world crumbled. He couldn’t even bring himself to laugh.

“Zoe, you bitch! You ruined everything! You ruined my marriage and my reputation, yet you’re here acting like you own the place?! I wouldn’t be in this state if it weren’t for you!” Her eyes were filled with hatred, as though she wanted to rip me apart. “Even Victor… Even he abandoned me because of you! Do you really think you’ve won?” She rushed at me like a lunatic before completing her sentence, her long nails aimed at my face. Before I could back away, though, someone jumped in front of me. It was that regular customer at the cafe who invited me here, and the heir to this hotel, Luke Wynne. “Please mind your behavior, ma’am.” Luke gripped Summer’s wrist, his voice calm but firm.

Ximena and I exchanged a glance. "Let's go," she said quickly. "We have to follow the process. If the system detects something abnormal, it'll reset everything… including our memories." When we returned to the main hall, those colorful, eerie puppets were already standing in a circle. A pale puppet stood in the center, holding two cups filled with blood. "Bride and groom, raise your cups." This time, when I looked at the two puppets seated at the head of the table, I finally noticed something strange.

Another orgasm built fast, my whole body shaking as he hit every sensitive inch inside me. He came with a deep groan, filling me with hot cum while I clenched around him, milking every drop. We stayed locked together, breathing heavily, sweat covering our skin. The emotional mess hit me. Was he protecting me from the family secrets or using them? The resentment and dependency twisted together into something addictive and terrifying. Ronan pulled out slowly, cum dripping down my thighs as he adjusted his clothes. I fixed my skirt with trembling hands, mind racing. As I stepped around the desk to leave, my eyes landed on a sealed document sitting there in plain sight.