Timothy Champagne Nude

Livvy was the Beta's daughter. Mated to the Alpha after being treated horribly by him for the last few years, two of which he knew they were fated yet said nothing and went around with another she-wolf that claimed she was his chosen Luna. After being rejected she ran away, started a life in a small town away from all werewolves until the day she is found, five years later. Now she is to return to a pack she no longer views as home where her younger brother took the Beta position after am untimely passing of their father. Alpha Timothy never took a chosen mate despite what she thought, he pined after her instead. Now that she is back he will do whatever it takes to earn her love since he broke their bond. Will she take him back, or will she choose to take a chosen mate in his stead?

I arranged a lavish dinner cruise in Alpha Lucien Grimfang's honor. However, I mistakenly wore the ceremonial gown that had once belonged to his late Luna, Sylvia Wilder. In front of all the guests, his ten-year-old son, Rhett Grimfang, suddenly rammed me into the champagne tower. The shattered crystal glasses left deep cuts across my skin. "Don't think that you can replace my mother just because you're wearing her sacred gown! You're nothing but a dog—obedient and always at my father's beck and call! Don't you dare dream of claiming a Luna's honor!" His cold, scornful expression mirrored Lucien's perfectly. "I can make you leave anytime I want!" I forced myself to look up at the pup I had raised. "Don't trouble yourself. Tomorrow, I'll submit my resignation to the Elder Council and leave for good."

Ava St. James has walked down the aisle four times—and buried every “forever” along the way. At seventy, she’s traded vows for vintage champagne and decided love looks best from a distance. Then along comes Marcus du Prée—handsome, grounded, and far too young to be interested. A gardener, he says. Except the roses he tends belong to his estate, and the dirt under his nails hides a fortune he’d rather forget. When Ava’s flamboyant New Orleans clan crashes into Marcus’s refined Pasadena world, sparks fly, secrets bloom, and one improbable romance dares to take root. For the Fifth Vow is a sparkling romantic comedy about late love, Southern pride, and the kind of courage it takes to say “I do” when everyone else says you shouldn’t. Witty, wise, and full of heart, it reminds us that some vows aren’t meant to end—they’re just waiting for the right season to begin.

When Sarra Reed flies home for her best friend’s wedding, she expects a reunion filled with laughter, champagne, and nostalgia. Instead, she discovers the groom is none other than the man she thought was still her boyfriend, Ethan. Shattered and betrayed, Sarra’s world tilts again when she collides with her best friend’s older brother, Ronan Vale, Hollywood’s most notorious bad boy, a billionaire actor whose smirk could set the tabloids on fire. He's forbidden and exciting but the past won't stay buried. Her ex, now her best friend’s fiancé, wants her back, refusing to let her go without a fight. Ronan wants her too, but loving him could ruin her oldest friendship and destroy his family ties forever. Two powerful men. One broken heart. In a world of red carpets, glittering scandals, and dark secrets, Sarra must decide whether to protect her best friend or surrender to the forbidden passion threatening to consume her.

Adrielle Holt has everything: beauty, brilliance, and a love she believes is worth bleeding for. When her husband needs a transplant, she chooses him – over her dying father. But love doesn’t save her. He cheats. He steals her legacy. Then tosses her aside like a dirty secret. Shattered, she stumbles into a world she was never meant to enter – and meets him. A man made of sin, who dominates her body, feeds her rage, and teaches her how to destroy men with a smile. Now, she’s back with a new name – obscenely richer, achingly beautiful, sharper, untouchable. She’s seducing boardrooms, wrecking careers, burning through billionaires, and slipping between silk sheets and champagne lies. No one knows who she used to be. She’s not after justice. She’s out for obliteration. And by the time she’s done, Adrielle won’t just ruin the man who betrayed her – She’ll make him beg to worship the wreckage.

Eleanor Whitestone was bred for perfection, polished, poised, and promised to the man her father handpicked to secure their empire. But on her wedding day, everything shatters when she catches her fiancé in bed with her own sister. Humiliated and discarded, Eleanor’s world collapses in a single, brutal moment. Drowning in champagne and desperation, she makes a reckless choice: one night in the arms of Damian Laird, the city’s most ruthless billionaire CEO and her ex-fiancé’s sworn rival. She never expects the morning after to come with a proposition as shocking as her betrayal: marry him, carry his heir, and together they’ll destroy the people who broke her. Damian is cold, calculating, and devastatingly magnetic. He doesn’t believe in love but he does believe in revenge. And Eleanor is the perfect weapon…if she can survive the war they’re about to wage. But in a high stakes game of power and seduction, lines blur, and desire ignites into something neither of them saw coming. This time, Eleanor won’t be a pawn. She’ll be the queen and she’ll burn down anyone who tries to cage her again.

It was never Mila's intention to send explicit images of herself to her crush's father. The realization that her dad's best friend had seen her nude was a nightmarish thought she wished to wake up from. To her surprise, Mr. Williams requested another naked picture of her. But she couldn't comply. He was her crush's father and her father's best friend. How could she possibly act like nothing had happened when they were coming over for dinner? Feeling trapped as Mr. Williams cornered her. He used one hand to pull up the bottom of her dress and the other to grab a handful of her hair, forcing her to arch her back. "Please," Mila whispered. "Please, Mr. Williams." A moan involuntarily escaped her lips as she felt his erection pressing against her buttocks. "You have no idea how much power I hold over you, Mila," he murmured. "Anything I desire, you will give me, or do you want me to show your father the picture you sent me?" Mila's grip on the counter grew tighter as she pushed her backside against him. This was all a mistake. It felt so wrong. "What do you want?" she asked. "You, on your knees in front of me."

For seven months, billionaire heir Donovan Knight has been obsessed with one woman: Scarlet Rose, the mysterious dancer who performs at the city's most exclusive club. He's offered her champagne, his penthouse, enough money to buy the entire venue, she won't even look at him twice. Then one night, riding home from a performance, Harper Monroe crashes her bicycle directly into him. Donovan takes one look at her oversized glasses, frizzy wig, and unfortunate mole, and tells her brutally that she's not his type. Harper, who is actually Scarlet Rose in disguise, tells him he's an arrogant jerk and rides away. Days later, their meddling mothers arrange a marriage between them. Donovan is horrified. Of all the women in the city, he's being forced to marry the plain, boring girl who insulted him. Harper is equally disgusted, she's being pushed into marriage with the shallow playboy who's been harassing her alter ego for months. They agree to a marriage in name only. Separate lives. Separate bedrooms. No emotions involved.

At my wedding, the giant screen that's supposed to show our photos suddenly switches to the groom's assistant's prenatal exam report. It clearly shows that he is the child's father. The assistant looks flustered and panicked as she rushes to apologize to me. The groom, on the other hand, stays perfectly calm and offers an explanation like it's no big deal. "I took pity on her because she got pregnant out of wedlock, so I went with her to the appointment and left my name. I'm going to be her kid's godfather, too." The day of her exam was also the day I went for my very first prenatal checkup. Everyone thinks I'll break down, but I simply reach up and tear off my veil. Then, I calmly schedule an abortion. "She really is pitiful, being pregnant without a partner by her side. She deserves this wedding more than I do." Then, I raise my champagne glass to congratulate him. "Congratulations to you both. May your shotgun wedding be a happy one, especially since it's happening with a bun in the oven."

Seeing nothing but the bare self of a girl in his kitchen, his thought suddenly went blank, even her grumbling stomach couldn’t get to him. A strange nude girl in his kitchen was something he hadn’t thought he would see in the next hundred years. She was weird, her long unraveled reddish brown hair was covering her face. Her body held, different old and new scars . And when she lift her eyes to look at him. The eyes was something he hasn’t seen before burning in flames. And a mixture of gold and blue. In a flash it swipe to deep sea blue eyes. The mop stick he held fell from his hands, leaving his mouth ajar. “Who are you?” He thought a thief had sneak in here, probably a food thief in his kitchen, but he ended up seeing something else. And she blinked her long and full lashes at him. Innocently. “Who the hell, are you?” He asked, his eyes running up and down her naked body again. He gulped down an invisible lump on his throat. What’s he gonna do? Her stomach growls. And she whined, giving him pleading eyes. He suddenly felt his knee went weak. “What are you doing here?” Was this some kind of nightmare, or what the hell was it?