What Rose Forgot Novels & Stories

Serena Hale was never meant to belong in a world of diamonds, monogrammed robes, and dinner parties soaked in judgment. Once a humble bakery girl, she eloped into a whirlwind marriage with billionaire James Hale, trading flour-dusted dreams for gilded heartbreak. Now, Savannah’s back. James’s sophisticated, pregnant ex-fiancée has returned like a ghost wearing pearls, slipping seamlessly into his life, his home, and maybe… his heart. As Savannah moves into their world like she never left, Serena is forced to smile through whispers and cold stares. James’s mother, ice-blooded and brutal, now she’s made her message clear: Serena was the wrong choice. The second choice. And she better not get pregnant again. But it’s already too late. Serena is carrying James’s child again, a fragile, impossible hope tucked beneath her still flat stomach. He says he loves her. He swears he chose her. But he didn’t come home last night. And Serena is no longer sure if James is lying to her… or to himself. As secrets build and the tide turns against her, Serena must decide if love is enough to hold onto a marriage that may have never truly been hers before the truth rips everything apart again. Because this time, it’s not just her heart at stake. She has a baby to think of.

The heart wants what it wants, but sometimes it's not what it seems. In the high-fashion world of glamor and betrayal, small-town girl Riele sets out to heal the broken heart of billionaire CEO Kim. But her plan backfires when she finds herself falling for him, only to have her love rejected. Now, as Riele struggles to untangle her feelings for Kim and the truth about his past, she must navigate a treacherous path of secrets, lies, and hidden desires. But just when Riele thinks she's lost Kim forever, she discovers that his love for her rival, Jane, might not be what it seems. With her heart on the line, Riele must decide whether to fight for the man she loves or walk away from the pain and heartbreak that come with loving him. And Kim, tormented by his past and uncertain about his future, must confront the truth about his feelings for both women. Will he choose the safe, familiar path with Jane or take a chance on the unexpected passion that Riele ignites within him?

Screw standard blurbs. This isn't an ordinary book... This is a paranormal romance, with a reverse harem feel. Addictive as crack, and I'm not talking old, hairy builders crack either. Don't expect any fluff or happy endings, because what you'll actually get is bad attitudes, foul language, and men so damn hot, they'll melt your panties off with just one look. Read the book. Let me pull you in and make you fall in love, before viciously ripping out your heart, just because I can. By the end of the book, expect to be ugly crying, while you plot my slow, yet painful death. As tempted as you are, do not throw your tablet at the wall. I promise I'll send one of my hunks to rescue you from that cliff you're currently hanging from by your bra straps. You're welcome. I'll see you in the next book, sweetcheeks.

“I don’t remember losing you.”His fingers tighten around mine, warm, familiar, like they’ve always belonged there. But I remember everything. The silence. The distance. The night I found him in bed with someone I trusted more than him. So I pull my hand away. “You already did,” I say quietly. ******************************* Elena Hart spent three years married to billionaire Alexander Cross, three years of cold indifference, quiet humiliation, and a love that only existed on paper until the night it shattered completely, she walked away without looking back. Divorce papers signed and her freedom within reach, but two weeks later, everything changed. An accident leaves Alexander with no memory of the last five years, no memory of their broken marriage, no memory of the divorce, no memory of the woman he became. To him, Elena is still his wife. And somehow… the only person he wants. Pulled back into the Cross empire under a carefully constructed arrangement, Elena agrees to stay temporarily for her sister’s safety, for her own future, and for a deal she cannot afford to refuse. But the man waiting for her is not the one she left behind, this Alexander is attentive, gentle and devastatingly aware of her in ways he never was before, he remembers how she takes her coffee. Not the nights she cried alone. And the more he gets closer… The more dangerous it becomes, because Elena knows the truth: This version of him isn’t real and when his memory returns, the man who broke her will come back with it. But what she doesn’t know— Is that the memory loss was never real to begin with. And this time, the man she’s learning to trust again… Might be the one rewriting everything.

This is book three in the Freya Rose series. We pick up right where we left off in Abandoned By An Alpha.Mason had picked up Freya's wolf after being stabbed by her jealous and vindictive cousin Carmen. He's flown her back to the hunter's mansion, and is now trying his best to save her.What will await Freya when she wakes? Will Tristan and his pack still be there, eager to rip her to shreds? Or will the site of her being injured, awaken the love that Tristan once had gor Freya?Find out now...

On the day Fiona Starr and Mark Zimmer tied the knot, his childhood friend jumped off the Starr family's thirty-story apartment and was reduced to pieces. The wedding wasn't called off, but in the ensuing three years, Mark's poker face became even more creepy, even though he would do everything Fiona asked. Then, when Fiona was three months pregnant, she was told that her father had gone missing. But instead of taking her to file a police report, Mark took her up the peak of the mountain, where Fiona saw her father. His whole body was swollen and bleeding everywhere, and he was barely alive as he lay on the ground. There were puddles of his blood everywhere, after someone tied him to a car trunk and dragged him up along the mountain road. That was when Mark gave Fiona the same treatment, even though she was pregnant with his child. As his car dragged her up and down the mountain, her legs were reduced to bloody stumps, but she didn't die there. So she locked her up in a basement in the company of rats that nibbled and devoured her legs. She despaired, her mind breaking until she eventually stopped breathing too… But she opened her eyes again and found herself returning to the day before she married Mark, whom everyone called the Starr family's live-in son-in-law. Smiling through her tears, she told herself that she wouldn't choose him again in this life.

Here we have book two in the Freya Rose series.She was stalked by a deranged vampire, now Freya's werewolf boyfriend Tristan and his pack have been attacked by her stalker. Some of the pack blame Freya and she can't help but agree with them. With Tristan in a coma at the hospital, and believing that she's the cause of it all, Freya runs away.She met a mysterious stranger, and the connection between them was impossible to fight.Wracked with guilt, Freya runs from the stranger, but he has answers about what she is.Will she be able to resist Mason when he presents her with the opportunity to finally know what she's turning into?Will Tristan survive and fight for his girl? Or will he die, leaving Freya heartbroken and banished from her home?Book three is called Honored By A Hunter.

Book four in the Freya Rose series.We carry on from Honored By A Hunter. In this book we find out what's happened to Evan. We also have some new and twisted characters joining us, and Freya's life is about to turn down a very dark and dangerous path.Will Freya be able to overcome a whole heap of supernatural madness, and finally settle down with her soul mate Mason? Or will she fall prey to the seductive charms of the fallen Angel Azael?Find out now...

On Christmas Eve, my father got the man I had secretly loved for ten years drunk and sent him to my bed. When I woke up the next morning, Roy pulled away from my attempt at a good-morning kiss. His voice was cold and distant as he agreed to marry me. After the wedding, Roy wasted no time submitting a transfer request. He took an overseas post and left. He did not return for five years. I gave birth to our daughter, Eve, alone and waited for him to come back home. When I heard that Roy had finally applied to return to a domestic position, I was overjoyed. I spent days preparing, imagining our first reunion as husband and wife. But even when the clock struck midnight, he still hadn't come home. Our daughter, ever so thoughtful, placed her most treasured possession—a photograph of Roy—into my hands. "Don't cry, Mommy," she said softly. "Look, Daddy's right here." I tried to convince myself that his absence was due to a delayed flight. But later that night, while watching the news, I saw him. He was on a crowded city street, holding a young girl in his arms. Beside him stood a woman, her smile soft and warm. Facing the camera, Roy said, "Being with them is my greatest wish." At that moment, something inside me broke. I wrote up the divorce papers, packed our things, and planned to take Eve to change her identity. I didn't want him anymore. The day before we left, a man I had never met came to see me. He was Roy's father. "You could call me Dad," he said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "But I'd rather you call me Ryan." I told him everything about the past five years—how I had waited, how I had hoped. When I finished, he laughed softly, an unusual warmth in his voice. "If it was just business," he said, "perhaps your father should have tied a bow around me and sent me to your bed instead. But I hold my liquor well—if I ever end up wrapped in a bow, you can be sure it's by choice."

My childhood sweetheart has aplastic anemia and desperately needs a bone marrow transplant. His brother agrees to help, but there's a catch. "I can save him, but you need to marry me." My lover ultimately dies because of medical negligence. I'm heartbroken but still marry Martin Steinfeld per my promise. During the wedding, he gets on one knee before me. His gaze is loving as he says, "I'll treat you well for life, Audrey Lynch. I'll be a thousand times better than Henry; I won't let you shed another tear." I look at his face, which is so much like Henry Steinfeld's. I believe him. Three years after our marriage, I'm five months along when I stumble upon Martin with his mistress. He wraps an arm around her and sighs. "She still can't forget about that dead guy despite us being married for so long. She's not like you, who only has eyes for me. "If not for her insisting on marrying Henry and ruining my future, I wouldn't have had to take my own brother down so much earlier than planned." My blood runs cold, and I tremble all over. Hatred consumes me, and I only have one thought—I have to destroy Martin!