Tom Taylor

Yo era una chica de los suburbios que se enamoró de Damon Vitale, el padrino más temido de Nueva York. Durante cinco años, fui suya. Recibí nueve balas por él. Él besaba mis cicatrices mientras yo me desangraba por su causa. Me estrechaba contra él. Abrochaba el collar de la reina alrededor de mi garganta. Luego, una vez que sanaba, me poseía sin sentido, con una pasión que se sentía eterna. Pensé que pasaríamos nuestras vidas juntos. Pensé que se casaría conmigo. Pero en nuestra noche número 999 juntos, me dijo que estaba comprometido. Con Bianca, una princesa de la mafia de una familia rival. Me tragué mis lágrimas. Él simplemente me tomó de la barbilla, me sopló el humo en la cara y se rió. —Realmente no pensaste que podrías casarte conmigo, ¿verdad, Nora? Seamos claros. Nosotros tenemos sexo. Eso es todo. No eres una socia. Eres una pieza de arte que colecciono. Una mascota de mi propiedad. Una mascota. Eso es todo lo que él siempre quiso que yo fuera. En lugar de eso, tomé un teléfono desechable. [Acepto su oferta. Tres días. Sáquenme de este maldito Nueva York.]

In her desperate bid to escape her cruel stepmother, Evelyn Taylor clawed her way to what she thought was her fairytale ending – marriage to charismatic billionaire CEO Micheal Sullivan. But instead, she traded one prison for another. Behind closed doors, her seemingly perfect husband harbors a bitter hatred for her and their arranged marriage. Evelyn faces the hardest choice of her life, she either stay or shatter what remains of her heart by walking away. But when she finally gathers the courage to file for divorce, she learns an explosive truth – her ruthless husband has no intention of letting her go. What happens when she is forced to resist the temptation of a second chance that could either heal her completely or destroy her forever?

Aquel día, en nuestro quinto aniversario de boda, recibí una llamada. Era el encargado del fondo familiar: le avisaba que una de las piezas almacenadas estaba por vencer y debía retirarla cuanto antes. Mi esposo, Mateo Fuentes, también conocido como el jefe de la mafia, estaba tan ocupado que ni siquiera se tomó un minuto para pensarlo. Así que decidí ir yo a recoger la caja. Dentro encontré un rollo de película antigua. El responsable me advirtió que, si no la revelaba pronto, el material se estropearía con el tiempo. Cuando por fin la revelé, cada fotografía mostraba a Mateo con Elsa Lara, su primer amor, sonriendo de una forma tan dulce que me dejó sin aliento. Y en todos sus álbumes, ni una sola foto mía. De repente, la puerta de la oficina se abrió de golpe. Mateo entró alterado, visiblemente molesto, y preguntó con impaciencia: —¿Anita Silva, estás revisando mi privacidad? Lo miré con calma. No grité, no pregunté nada. Solo dije: —Divorcémonos. Su expresión se endureció. Sin decir una palabra, tomó las fotos y las metió en la trituradora. Cuando el ruido cesó, se giró hacia mí y soltó: —Ya las destruí. ¿Y aun así quieres divorciarte? Una sonrisa amarga se me escapó. —Sí.

Después de renacer, tomé la firme decisión de dejar de obsesionarme con mi amigo de la infancia, Federico Torres. En su fiesta de cumpleaños colgó un cartel que decía: «Prohibido perros y Clementina». Sin titubear, me largué a Hawái y puse océanos de por medio. Cuando comentó que el simple olor de mi perfume le revolvía el estómago, obedecí y me mudé sin chistar. Al graduarnos anunció que no pensaba respirar el mismo aire que yo en ninguna ciudad; hice mis maletas —rápido— y desaparecí para siempre. Por último, aseguró que mi mera existencia podía malinterpretarse ante su amor imposible. Asentí y, muy pronto, presenté en redes a otro chico como mi novio. Una y otra vez elegí lo contrario a lo que hice en mi vida pasada. Porque, en aquella otra vida, cuando por fin me casé con él, su amor ideal se arrojó desde un acantilado. Él me llamó asesina, me torturó, me quebró… y acabé devorada por los peces. Esta vez, lo único que quiero es vivir de verdad. Así que tomé de la mano a mi nuevo novio. Pero Federico se plantó en medio de la calle, con los ojos encendidos de rabia. —Clementina, ven conmigo ahora y olvidaré esta broma.

Jackson Taylor is a divorced sèx freak; Vera Santos is a nymphomaniac whose biggest dream was to make enough money to get her son back. Vera discovers a mysterious thing about her new boss on her first day at work and decides to quit, but he offers her a mouthwatering offer to be his bedmate for ten days and get paid in return. She couldn't resist since she needed the money but gave rules, which included he never fell in love with her, and she, in turn, made sure there were no strings attached to their arrangement. What happens when these two sex-driven adults break their own rules? Vote and follow up as you dive in...

Seven months to live. A fortune worth killing for. And one mistake that binds her to the most dangerous man she’s ever met. Freya Taylor was dying when she gave her heart, and nearly her empire, to the man she loved. Betrayed, humiliated, and discarded, she decided to spend what little time she had left tasting freedom… and sin. One reckless night. One paid stranger. One unforgettable surrender leads right into the trap of Atlas Cade. A Cold, powerful, untouchable billionaire who doesn’t chase. When Freya runs, Atlas hunts and when he catches her, he gives her an ultimatum. Three months with him or her father's empire vanishes into thin air.

He stepped closer to me, his breath hot against my neck. “Say it Miss Taylor, and I will make you forget my brother ever existed.” His low husky voice vibrated through my core, my body shivered. The way his intimidating eyes burned into my soul, I knew he meant every word he said. He was yet to touch me, yet my legs wobbled under his mere gaze, my knees too weak to carry my body. That's when it dawned on me; Jaxon West was not a man, he was a walking seduction. Just a single glance from those eyes, and I could feel the wetness between my thighs. ** Ava Taylor has always been in love with her childhood best friend, Liam West, the charming, golden boy who could do no wrong. It was her secret, sadly he didn’t feel the same way for her. After a devastating break up, Ava hopes he could finally notice her. When he receives an invitation to his Ex’s engagement ceremony with his Cousin, he pleads with Ava to be his pretend girlfriend so as to make her jealous. But when she arrives at his Family’s old house, she meets his Magnetic older brother Jax, and things spiral out of control.  Finding her in his brother’s bed, Liam is jealous and realizes his own desire for Ava. Now the two brothers want her, and she must choose between them. But what if she can’t make a choice? What if she wants both of them? The sexy masculine cowboy and the football icon! Sounds like the beginning of a reverse harem. Note: This book contains mature/controversial content. It's not your regular romance book, it might just take a very dark turn! (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠)

She hides behind ugly suits and fake names. He's done trusting women. When they meet in a masked sex club, neither realizes they've been fighting each other across boardroom tables for eighteen months. At Taylor Industries, she's Joy Smith—the frumpy CFO who drowns her curves in shapeless polyester and wearing a wig. At home, she's the forgotten wife of a cheating lawyer who hasn't touched her in so long she's starting to wonder if she's broken. When she finds hot pink lace panties stuffed in her couch cushions...definitely not hers, it's not heartbreak she feels. It's freedom. Grayson Taylor doesn't do relationships anymore. Not after walking in on his actress fiancée with another woman. Now he channels everything into hostile takeovers and board meetings, especially the ones where his overcautious CFO fights him on every goddamn acquisition. Joy Smith is brilliant, infuriating, and funny when he pushes all her buttons. But Honey is tired of being invisible. Tired of never having felt real pleasure. So, when her best friend gives her the details of The Velvet Room—Manhattan's most exclusive masked club—she promises herself just one night. One night to find out if her husband's right, if she really is frigid, or if she's just never been touched by the right hands. She doesn't expect the masked stranger who claims her the second she walks in. Doesn't expect the chemistry that ignites between them, the way he makes her body sing, or the orgasms that leave her shaking. Doesn't expect him to hand her an email address with one command: "Only me. No one else touches you."

Amelia divorces her billionaire husband and father to her three kids for reasons unknown to the press and media, but rumor has it that it was due to infidelity from his side. Her ex-husband Ryan still tries to win her heart back but she falls in love with Tom. They met at the gym, as he is a regular gym goer. Amelia is in great dilemma although her heart still yearns for Ryan but she couldn't ignore the fact that Tom treated her right. The police are on Ryan. They think he is linked to some illegal activities which explains his wealth but they have no tangible evidence to take him down. What could be the reason for the divorce? And do you think the Billionaire is guilty as suspected?

Violet Taylor for falling in love with Dominic Barker a young and powerful billionaire, she used everything to prove her love to him but in the end received contempt. After two years of suffering, everyone around her abandoned her, causing Violet to jump into the sea because of her despair. But Violet was given a new life by God, and Violet was returned to two years ago. Because she can go back in time, she knows everything that is about to happen and will happen. She promised herself that she would never love Dominic Barker again. But the Dominic Barker in front of her wasn't like the Dominic Barker she knew, was he after her? What strange thing is going on? Dominic Barker gave her a marriage license and made her sign it.