The Couple Next Door

Tana is a fire dragon, one of only four Elemental Dragons left in the world. For nearly a year she has been fighting in the Arena, a supernatural gladiator fighting ring where you fight to the death. Most die in their first competition. Others survive a couple of weeks. Only a few have survived this long. She has hidden her true identity from everyone. If they knew what she was, her fate would be worse than the arena. Cedric is an Alpha werewolf. When he was captured by hunters, he assumed his pack would find him quickly and free him and the other shifters. When they never come for him, he is forced to fight for his life in the Arena. It is here that he meets Tana. They form a bond and help the other survive. Cedric is sure that Tana is his mate and assumes that she is an Alpha werewolf. When they finally get their chance to escape, Cedric identifies Tana as his mate and in a night of passion, he marks her. Only, when he sinks his teeth into her neck, he feels power like he has never felt before and he realizes she is no werewolf. Confused and angry at what he considers a betrayal, he leaves, only to return to find her gone the next morning. One night of passion was all it took for Tana to become pregnant. After being rejected, she goes to the city and makes a new life. For five years she has avoided werewolf packs, hoping to never see Cedric again. But he has been searching for her since the night he left. What will happen when business brings them together and he finds that Tana has a daughter? Will he accept her or will he reject her again?

Rebecca Smith is the submissive of the Billionaire Friederich Hanson. The couple has maintained the contractual relationship for six months, being an agreement of which both have always been very aware of all the limits and possibilities within the BDSM lifestyle. The problem is that threats arise to disrupt the relationship, and the contract ends up being broken, although the two are already fully involved in this search for pleasure and can no longer stay away from each other.

Life is Good… Charlotte is expecting her Master’s baby. Beth is pregnant by Richard, and now Michael’s ‘Second Wife’. The Triad and the Couple are drawing ever closer. James has an ‘understanding’ with Klempner: He will stay away and allow Mitch to live her own life. Life is close to perfect. What could possibly go wrong?The Master's Child is created by Simone Leigh, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

She gave up, she gave in. She forgot that she was on an airplane that was now accelerating for take-off. She was far more interested in her own personal take-off – one that Hunter was controlling with hard, deep thrusts inside her as his thumb gently stroked her clit. She opened her mouth against his throat, her breath coming out in pants now. As she approached climax, Sully gripped her chin between his fingers, forced her face up to his. Her release was muffled against his mouth and he swallowed her gasps and tiny whimpers; when she relaxed and sighed, he held her close, absorbing the aftershocks into his own body. Cordelia floated next to him, dizzy and breathless. **** Twelve years ago, Hunter Sullivan lost everything that mattered. Since then, his life has been built on distance, discipline, and emotional lockdown. Love was a luxury he failed to protect, and one he doesn’t deserve again. Or so he believes. Until Cordelia Patton walks into his life and dismantles his defenses with a single smile. Cordelia is already carrying too much: a sick child, a demanding job, and a future balanced on a knife’s edge. Her toughest assignment comes when she and Hunter are sent undercover as a married couple to take down a child-kidnapping ring. Pretending to be close to a man who refuses to want her may be the hardest role she’s ever played. Cut off from backup and relying only on each other, lines blur and emotions ignite. But when the case explodes and a criminal escapes, the danger turns personal... and Hunter is forced to face his greatest fear: losing the woman he never meant to love.

Si Maria Marites Majarott ay isang introvert na babae, siya ay NBSB at nahihirapang makihalubilo sa mga tao not until Ernist Hemingway 'the boy next door' comes to the rescue. **** Si Maria Marites Majarott 'Mari' ay nagtatrabaho bilang isang manunulat sa isa sa pinakamalaki at pinakasikat na kumpanya ng paglalathala sa bansa. Sa katunayan, isa siya sa pinakamabentang may-akda sa kasalukuyang henerasyon ngunit itinatago niya ang sarili sa pin name na MMM 'Malibog at Maharot na Manunulat'. Siya ay isang Erotikong manunulat. Gayunpaman, kung gaano kalapad at kalawak ang imahinasyon niya patungkol sa kanyang genre ay napakasalungat nito sa totoong personalidad niya. Isa siyang tao na pinangingibawan ang pagtuon sa kanyang sarili. In short introverted and innocent like bullshit. Kaya nang tumuntong siya ng trenta ay naging desperada ang dalaga't gusto niyang maranasan kung ano ba ang pakiramdam ng madidiligan ang bulaklak niya, subalit paano? Wala naman nagpapakilig sa kanya? N'ung halos susuko na siya't handang tanggapin ang madilim na kapalaran ng bulaklak niya. Saka naman may bagong saltang kapitbahay siya na si Ernist Hemingway na mayroon pinakamagandang ngiti na nasilayan niya sa buong buhay niya. Ito naba ang nakatakdang pumitas sa malapit nang malalantang bulaklak niya?

The day I went into labor with the twins, I bribed the family doctor to shoot me up with every heavy-duty suppressant he could get his hands on. Anything to stall the birth. Why? Because in my last life, Vincent—my husband, the Don—claimed to have a low sperm count. To guarantee an heir, he lined up ten mistresses and told the whole house: whoever popped out a son first, her kid would be the next Corleone Don. He promised if I delivered first, he'd ditch the others. Said our baby would inherit the throne. I bought every word. When I found out I was carrying twins, I couldn't stop shaking—I thought I'd won. But after I gave birth, he tossed me and the babies into the freezing wine cellar and locked the place down. "Lucy came from nothing. I just wanted to give her kid a name. You started rumors, pushed her into despair, and now she's dead—her and the baby. You're vile. Not fit to be the Don's wife. Think about what you've done. I'll open the door in three days." Then he had the butler seal it shut. What he didn't know? That night, the cellar caught fire. Me and my babies? Burned alive. When I opened my eyes again, I was back—right before labor. This time, I'm not staying. Soon as I deliver and get back on my feet, I'm taking my kids and disappearing for good.

I was nineteen the first time Cole Whitfield broke me. Not with cruelty. With a single word. Why. Not did you — why. Like the answer was already settled and he just wanted the story to make sense. I told him the truth anyway. He said nothing that mattered. So I picked up my bag, walked out of his apartment, and decided that a man who trusted a rumor over two years of me wasn’t worth a correction. I spent the next two years becoming someone I actually liked. New city. Graduate program. A published paper with my name on it. I was done with Cole Whitfield in every way a person can be done. Then I walked into Seminar Room 114 and he was sitting right there, gray eyes already on the door, like some part of him knew. I sat down. I opened my notebook. I did not look up. Here’s the thing about studying how people form beliefs: you understand exactly why he believed it. That doesn’t mean you forgive it. That doesn’t mean two years of silence disappear because he’s learned how to look at you like he’s sorry. He wants a conversation. I want my degree. But the campus is small, the seminar table is round, and the boy who broke my heart at nineteen is doing everything right at twenty-one — and I’m starting to understand that composed isn’t the same thing as healed. I hate that I still know the exact sound of his voice.

When you pair two strangers who have a lot of hidden sexual tension towards each other, it's only normal that sensual sparks would fly- as well as their clothes when they're eventually getting wild and steamy with each other. ******** Blue's every day motto was "When life throws you lemons, make lemonade. " But she currently had a lot on her plate, and none of it were delicious lemons. What happens in Vegas was supposed to stay in Vegas right? Man, did Blue wish that was the truth. . Her life was rapidly falling apart! First, her fiancé had just been brutally murdered, she had also been rendered completely homeless, she was also on the run for commiting a serious felony and next she's drunk, having a wild and steamy night with a stranger in the backseat of his car. Could Blue find a sense of purpose in all the madness? At the brink of trying to escape from the chaotic mess he life has suddenly become, Blue encounters the presence of the Baron of Aston! One thing leads to another and soon, she was all royally prissy-ed up in a tall castle, married to him as the Baroness of Aston. It was definitely a fresh start to a new, unproblematic life- or so she thought. All good things come to an end. So what happens when her past comes back knocking at her door? And the stranger from that stormy night resurfaces in her life? And this time, he wanted more than just one night with her and he wouldn't take no for an answer. . .

This story revolves around the lovestory of a couple who had an unfortunate fate, where the man dies, and the girl lost all their memories; with the man's unyielding passion his soul travels through time and space, reincarnated in the near future, but everything has been changed. The world turns into a nightmare, and chaos spread all over. Come and let's unravel the mysteries of the unknown world. Engage yourself with THE REMAINING.

On the day of the World Rally Championship finals, I pressed the accelerator to the floor, ready for the final dash. The next moment, the engine exploded in a deafening roar, and thick smoke instantly filled the cockpit. Flames spread toward the fuel tank. I yanked at the door, desperate to jump out, but the handle wouldn’t budge, and the brakes felt welded in place. In that instant of despair, my husband’s voice came through the comms. “Attention, all teams, no need to rescue her. My wife is the Iron Racer! “For today’s live broadcast challenge, let’s see if she can drive this burning car across the finish line!” His co-commentator, recently recruited onto the team, chimed in with excitement. “Thomas, the sponsor just confirmed! As long as Jane holds on to the end, they’ll increase investment. I can get a permanent spot!” I understood instantly then that the husband on the commentary platform I had supported for years was using my life to pave the way for his mistress. Smoke clawed at my throat. However, I forced down the dizziness and begged, “For the sake of all our years together…” Only for him to cut me off with irritation. “Save your energy for driving. You’re skilled. Just hold on a little longer. Mandy’s promotion depends entirely on you.” The cockpit had become an inferno; my skin searing with every second. I gripped the blistering wheel, steering through the smoke for the last time. This time, my finish line was the commentary platform where the two of them were huddled together.