Touch Meme

"You'll be with me for three years! Section 1, don't fall in love with me!" --- Sophia Jones started off as a waitress at the Smith Hotel Chain, she was an orphan going through a financial crisis and struggling to pay the fees of her dying brother. One day, she gets pulled into the boss's room and wakes up on his bed the next morning. Justin Smith, aloof and cold CEO with a tragic past that makes him grow strong hatred towards females and hate any sort of touch ties Sophia with a marriage contract. Left with no choice, Sophia signs herself off and goes with the twists and turns that life with Justin would bring. They fall in love unknowingly but what about the contract? And the many odds against them? Will they triumph? Or fail?

During the Bluemoon Festival, Viola felt her mate bond with Edward, the Alpha of the Winterblood Pack. Edward and Viola believed they were fated mates. They were married, but Edward was always cold and didn't even touch Viola on their wedding night. Viola was sad, but she always tried to give her best for the Alpha because she realized her position as Luna. One night, Viola felt very happy because, finally, the Alpha came to her and mated with her. But when they finished making love, Viola just realized that there was something strange about the Alpha's body. "Did he always have a tattoo there?" Viola wondered. "Since when do you have tattoos on your body, Alpha?" She asked.

“I don’t belong to YOU, Maverick.” “Kitten, you’ve been MINE the second you stole my attention.” *** Him crossing paths with me was no accident. Falling in love with him was never part of my plans. It happened almost immediately. Maverick Quinn was like a dream come true. He entered my life like lightning in the darkest parts of my nightmares. I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame, craving his touch more than my lungs craved air, knowing he was slowly becoming my weakness. Flawed by my past, he brought out the worst and best of me without trying. But Maverick has a secret and everyone knows that secrets hold immense power.

Kali was never meant to bow. Branded an outsider and raised to obey, she’s spent her life defying the pack that expected her submission. When she rejects her first-chance mate, the future Alpha, she’s banished—expected to crawl back. But she unintentionally runs straight into the territory of Alpha Jack: ruthless, dominant, and her second-chance mate. He wants obedience. She gives him war. But when his touch unlocks memories of a forgotten past—and the truth of who she really is—Kali must choose: surrender to the bond and reclaim her power, or walk away forever. Jack may believe he can tame her. But he has no idea that the woman he seeks to break is the one he was always meant to kneel before.

He was just a stranger at a bar.Dimitrio Falcon. Charming. Wealthy. Irresistible.The kind of man capable of making any woman fall. I was the perfect wife. The perfect daughter. Until I walked into my bedroom and found my husband tangled in the sheets with my adopted sister. Humiliated and betrayed, I took a cab straight to a bar. I never expected to meet him there. I was drunk. Vulnerable. Angry. I shouldn’t have let him take me to his hotel.I shouldn’t have let him touch me. Alcohol. One night. A dangerously irresistible man. I thought he was someone I could forget.But there is no such thing as one night with Dimitrio Falcon. He obsesses.He claims.He possesses. And now he wants me.

Skye Harris, a 24-year-old with nothing to her name except an old Subaru wagon and now a gothic style Victorian home that she bought at a Memphis house auction. She is determined to rebuild her life after wasting 6 years in an abusive relationship. While working on renovations of her new home, she begins to feel another presence. Jesse Martin has been alone in his old family home for some time. Some families have come and gone. Even some businesses as well. However, when a dark-haired beauty enters through the front door of his home, he is surprised to find that she can see and touch him. The two occupants of this old Victorian home begin to form a connection that bridges the space between the world of the living and the spirit world.

"Maybe I was destined to forever fall in love with people I couldn't have..." Grace was a soft touch, yet remained tough when the tough gets going. It was his guess that she would always forgive. She cleared her throat, gave another wink and sighed. "Laura said that's all part of moving on. But this love thing is hard to find, to forget nor keep." "True" Laurel replied. "Love is never supposed to hurt. It seems you high hopes on him". "Not really. I only hoped, but was totally wrong". "Don't you think it's for the better?" "Maybe". She said smiling. Right there, he knew he'd have to hold on to her. What do you think?

Blurb One secret. One threat. One stepbrother I should never want. I only wanted to survive my first day at a new school. But then I caught Max—the school's untouchable golden boy—locked in a scandal that could ruin him forever. He swore he'd destroy me if I talked. I swore I wouldn't be intimidated. But fate had other plans… because the boy I vowed to stay away from just became my new stepbrother. Now, every boundary blurs, every touch burns, and every choice could break us. And when danger comes for me again, Max might be the only person who can save me… …or the one who shatters me completely.

Lyra gave Marion everything, her love, her trust, her body. She was his mate, his Luna, bound to him by fate. But fate was cruel. Betrayed. Framed. Slaughtered. Lyra died at the hands of the mate she once loved, but the goddess gave her a second chance. Reborn in a weak body, and swears to be back strong for vengeance and returns, seductive and deadly, to make Marion suffer. But Theron, his untamed Alpha cousin, sees through her every game. He’s dangerous, possessive, and utterly irresistible. His touch is fire, his kiss a battle for control. And when he finally claims her, it’s not just revenge on the line—it’s her soul. She came for blood. But in his bed, under his command, she might surrender.

My husband doesn't touch me on our wedding night. He claims he's too tired and asks me to wait. Then, he sneaks into the basement in the wee hours of each night. Whenever he returns, he needs to shower to wash away an indescribable smell. I ask him what he does down there, and he tells me he works out. Why would anyone work out in the middle of the night? I can't take it anymore. One night, I decide to sneak into the basement to see what's going on down there. He chases after me and grabs my pajamas, roaring, "Come back up here! I'll divorce you if you step foot down there!"