Twentynine Palms

“The client requested natural conception.” At night, in a luxurious villa, Adela lay naked on the bed. The room was dark. She stared at the blurry patterns on the ceiling, her palms already drenched with sweat. The sound of water flowing from the bathroom gradually stopped. Adela struggled to breathe, her heart pounding as if it were about to jump out of her chest. This was her first time, but she wasn’t here as a lover. She was here as a surrogate mother. The bathroom door was pushed open. From the narrow gap came a warm yellow light. A man, wrapped in a towel, stepped out. Adela couldn’t see his face clearly, only sensing that he was a tall and imposing figure. …… Adela initially thought this was just a transaction—she needed money to fend off the ruthless men who came knocking because of her father’s gambling debts. But what she didn’t expect was for her fate to become entangled with this man. He was a man of absolute power and dominance, yet every time she was on the brink of despair, he was the one who held her up. More importantly, as time went on, Adela began to uncover the truth about her own identity. Her real family—her true origins—were deeply connected to this man. Their destinies became even more intertwined, especially after she gave birth to their child…

At the end of the year, I went to the spa and discovered a stranger had been using my VIP card. When I logged into my personal profile, the last three treatment records were not under my name. The preference section listed specific details about someone else. She was allergic to rose essential oil, preferred lavender, and her heating pad temperature could not exceed 108 degrees Fahrenheit. Her menstrual cycle fell around the 15th of each month, so no waist or abdomen treatments during that time. I stared at the screen, my palms turning cold. Only my husband, Zachary White, knew this password. At the time, he said he needed it to check the balance and renew my membership. I scrolled down and found a system note at the bottom: [Birthday treatment reserved for December 30, prepared according to Ms. Anderson's preferences.] Today was December 30. My phone vibrated. Zachary had sent a message: [Working late tonight. Won't be home.] Familiar laughter drifted from the hallway. Through the glass door, I watched Zachary walk into the adjacent room with his arm around a woman, the beautician hurrying forward to greet them. "Mr. White, we have Ms. Anderson's birthday treatment ready, just as you requested."

“I will let you see your family, but you can't leave this palace, Selene. This is home, and I will refine you into a strong she-wolf." “I never want that. You already have Luna by your side; the strongest she-wolf in the Eldoria. You might be wrong; I'm not your mate." Selene interjected as she gently rubbed her palms together. Rayne chuckled softly at the woman's words, and this sounded like music to Selene's ears. The devil was undeniably handsome but cruel in her eyes. “The maids will attend to you; make yourself comfortable. I will come to you tomorrow to officially welcome you as my concubine." He said, rising from the bed, as he watched her shake her head in denial. “I don't want to live here." She rasped. “You are tied to me, Selene. To me and no one else," He declared as he walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. *** When Selene went to the celebration, she didn't know that would be the last time she would see her family. She was claimed and rejected by the Alpha king but with one condition. She won't be able to gain his heart and will have to become a breeder. What will happen when the Alpha king suddenly discovers she is his true fated mate but she escapes from the palace?

Synopsis: Zara Parkinson has only one agenda for the night; Lose her virgin status. She meets a man named Marcello and he shows her just what it is she has been missing out on , her entire life. Two months later, she finds out she is pregnant. Marcello Andres is faced with an ultimatum; get married or get disinherited. A woman comes to him, claiming he is responsible for her pregnancy. With the threat looming over his head, will he make an opportunity out of this crisis? Excerpt: The man before me levels me with freezing stare. My limbs shake under his cold eyes. “ Miss Parkinson, is it? You said you’re pregnant?” “ Yes” “ And I’m responsible for it?” Had he not been listening to me the whole time? “ Yes” He smirks. “ That’s not possible, Miss Parkinson” “But, we met at the club downtown two months ago and we …slept together. It was my first time so I’m not mistaken.” He slams his palms down on the desk with a loud bang. “ You can go pin that thing you’re carrying on the rightful owner because that is not me. I had a vasectomy, Miss Parkinson”

He abruptly snatches me, closing the distance between us, putting his hand on the back of my head. All the hair on my body rises on alert; one wrong move I might shapeshift in here. His masculine scent infiltrated me with so much finesse. Damn, he smells divine. "What the hell--" "Shut your mouth; those thugs are after me; I need your help." His baritone tone is manly, very manly which catches me off guard a little. No one can lay a finger on me; he is the first man ever to touch me. I'm with a stranger in a strange position. How annoying can this night be? "Alright, Mister, I will give you three seconds to let me go, or else you might lose your hands." My tone is cold and dangerous. I’m hoping he heeds my warning. The tall man keeps leaning forward to me, putting our bodies in an intimate, awkward setting. "One, Two, Thre--" He steers his legs forward. My heart was beating a mile per second. I can't believe he is doing this! Feeling his warm palms cupping my face, the next thing I know, he is kissing me. His lips taste like strawberries. I got an entry pass into heaven!

For five years, I have seen Leo Belmonte—the Don’s heir—as the only light in my life. On the day of my wedding dress fitting, he smiled and told me I was only a stand-in for his untouchable first love, Mia. Now that the real thing was back, I was supposed to step aside—go underground, follow my mother's path, and be somebody's mistress like she had been. The bridal fastenings cut my palms bloody, and all he cared about was the dress. His precious Mia ran me down on the highway in her car, and he warned me not to call the police—held my mother's ashes over my head to keep me in line. When the whole internet was calling me a homewrecker, it was him who nailed me to the pillar of shame with his own hands. The night I finally gave up, I boarded the Deluca family's private helicopter. That was when they learned the truth—I was no homeless bastard daughter. I was the only heir the most powerful Don in Europe had been searching for all these years. Once, I saw him as my light. Now he kneels at my feet and begs forgiveness, and all I feel is disgust. One day soon, I would stand at the top of the underworld—somewhere he could never reach again.

BLURB “No please. Stop. Its paining so much. Please take it out. Please I beg you. Take it out. I will die.” I cried and screamed at the top of my voice. My palms pushing against his chest trying to stop him at least for a second. Seizing my hands with one hand above my head and grabbing my jaw with another, his fingers dug into my skin making my lips to pout, he whispered “Do you think I care?” and started thrusting inside me with renewed force. His each and every thrust earned a high pitch scream and endless flow of tears from me. But I knew he was enjoying it. Isn’t that the reason he married me??? So that he can give me endless pain and make me suffer. Well, he succeeded, with that I let the darkness consume me to escape the unbearable pain. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………. A mafia leader hell bent on taking revenge and a fierce mafia heiress never bending to anyone’s will. She was never meant to be for his world. And he was never meant to be for anyone. Then their worlds collided. He hated her with passion and she despised him with every cell of her body. And they both vowed to destroy each other.

"What do you think, Kenzo? Do I look sexy in this" pushing the door open to his suite room, he was met with the most unexpected scene, with sprawled legs on both sides of the bed, a book in her hands, in a flowy lacy thin white gown which stuck dangerously to her body, doing absolute justice to her perfectly rounded boobs which poked out dangerously through the see-through night gown, his long distance wife was right there, on the bed. She finally looked away from the book which was seated on both palms of her hands, she tucked it aside and then raised her head up, her eyes meeting his. "Missed me, dear husband?" Three weeks and four days ago was their 7th year wedding anniversary, and she wasn't available, she was never available, not for the first, second, fifth, nor sixth. So, why was she here now? After years of living totally apart despite being married, their main focus was their company, or at least, hers. They married for love, people think they didn't, they think it is a contract marriage, they married for love, or maybe just him. He married her because he loved her and he thought she did too, but maybe he was wrong. Why was she here now? This is a short, fast-paced romance designed to keep you hooked from the first page to the last.

"My wolf wants to punish you. And so do I." In one lurching heartbeat, his hand found her jaw, squeezing it hard as his mouth landed on hers in a searing kiss. Her hands flew up to his chest, fingers curling into his shirt. "Don't f*cking touch me, you lost that privilege," he growled, turning her around roughly until her palms hit the dresser and she was facing the mirror. He watched her face in the mirror, flushed and wide-eyed. His hands moved to her waist while his mouth found the side of her neck. A bolt of electricity shot down her spine and buckled her knees when she watched his teeth scrape her skin.  "Connor..." she moaned, closing her eyes as his hands tightened on her waist and his bites got rough.  "Alpha, call me Alpha," he said against her skin, his warm breath setting it on fire. When the moon rises, the line between beast and man vanishes. This sinful collection of werewolf erotica plunges you into a world of dominant alphas who drip with raw heat and primal hunger. It's a world where innocence is devoured, submission is rewarded, and untamed feral lust is unleashed when the wolf stirs within; there is no escape from the pleasure that follows. Each story is 5000 to 20000 words long, so pick and indulge in your darkest fantasies. Savage Nights await.

He strides closer, his eyes focused intently on her. She found herself backing away until her back came hit the wall. Even then he didn't stop, closing the distance between them until he was standing directly in front of her. His palms slammed against the wall beside her head. He had successfully trapped her, preventing her from leaving. They were inches apart, staring into each other's eyes. Amelia felt her heartbeat speeding up as she stared up at him, having no other choice. She felt her breath hitch. "You are unfa..." "Always, baby." Adrian smirked sexily. "Welcome to your new workplace." ..... Adrian Black is the perfect example of a monster without feelings. A monster that will never let anyone in. He has everything a person dreams of. He is egoistic, merciless and arrogant. He's meticulous and calculative with his every step. The type to pay back what has been given to him. Amelia Hayes was married to Ethan Cavendish. For her this was one of the best things that had happened to her life. But everything was just an illusion. Two people, a man with possessive desires and a woman who have been hurt by love. Two paths that were certainly never meant to collide had crashed into each other in the most unexpected of ways. Is it just the destiny? Danger and seduction has its own part in their journey.