Where The Wild Things Are

Quentin Arsyanendra, laki-laki yang hidup dalam kekangan seorang ayah sejak kanak-kanak. Tidak pernah bergaul, tidak pernah merasakan sekolah di sekolah umum, apalagi percintaan. Tapi semuanya berubah saat Quentin memasuki kehidupan kampus. Seorang teman mengenalkannya pada dunia balap mobil liar. Sejak saat itu, dia tergila-gila pada balap mobil hingga dia lulus dan masuk dunia bisnis. Quentin seperti hidup menjadi dua pribadi yang berbeda. Di siang hari, dia adalah si Tangan Dingin, selalu serius dan tak pernah tertawa. Namun di malam hari, dia berubah menjadi Crazy Jack, si pembalap gila yang selalu ceria. Semuanya menjadi pelik tatkala si cantik Helia Mahika masuk ke dalam kehidupannya. Quentin harus mulai memilih, akan menjadi apa dia seharusnya. Si Tangan Dingin? Ataukah Crazy Jack? Semua pilihan mengandung resikonya! You have to be ready, Tintin!

"My beautiful Clara... now you know who I really am. You don't think I'll let you go that easily, do you?" ****** Clara Hart was never a damsel in distress that needed saving. She was the heroine herself-independent, strong and hardworking. When she met Xane through an online dating app, he turned out to be an average decent man, like she had expected and wanted. She had fallen in love with his normality. Yet, Xane Harding was far from average. He was a tech genius and a mysterious billionaire that no one knew his existence of. And when Clara discovered his pack of lies, she was heartbroken. Xane had never wanted something so bad as he had wanted Clara. So this time he pursued her, showing her who he really was. With no lies. And there was no holding him back.

Ash Ramero is a girl growing up on the streets of urban America. Coming from an abusive and neglectful family that lives on the brink of poverty gave her very few options for potential. Throughout her life she has dealt with homelessness, abuse, rape, addiction, pregnancy, and many of the other issues that make life unbearable for poor urban females. Will she break the cycle or is she doomed to repeat the patterns that destroy girls like her?

“Yes, I am Dom. Your dom.” Did he say that last part or I imagined it? Letting out a shaky breath, I slid away from his lap. The front of my panties, scraped against his lap slowly as I slid from him and his light grey eyes darkened. I had no idea my pussy was so drenched that it left a mark on his pants. Jesus! Who is this man and what has he done to me? Soon I was seated beside him, his thighs pressing close to mine as we both drank. Electricity kept shooting tingles up my legs and I felt light-headed. He was silent and I suddenly felt nervous like I needed to speak to this deliciously fair man that sat brooding. Clearing my throat, I tapped his leg—unconsciously on the spot my pussy left—and he looked up, smirking at me. My mouth went dry immediately. “Is there something you want?” he asked. “Uh…No, I mean yes. Is this normal for you?” His handsome features morphed into a frown, “Having a girl leave a wet spot on my pants or taking wine in a bar?” I just discovered that my poor, useless, and filthy father who died a month ago left me a luxurious Cabin in Bakersfield. HOW!? Wish I insisted on that question. I shouldn’t have taken the plunge and moved into that house, but I am a broke, poor virgin and will soon be homeless, so I did. It might as well be the worst or best decision I have ever made because, in 12 hours, my life changed. COPYRIGHT DISCLAIMER ON THE BOOK COVER!!!! contact the author for it to be removed if there is an issue

For years the town had been led by the Valladolid family, the farmers had always been mistreated, there had never been support for their families, they just worked to make Mrs. Valeria Valladolid reacher until Erika married her son. She promised big changes and Mrs. Valeria promised to get her out of the way. That's exactly what happens when Erika's accused of the accident that took the lives of many farmers. Due to her mental state, she's sent to the mental hospital of the town where she meets Marcos Montiel, who shares the same fate as her. Together, they unite forces to get out of there and find their revenge. What will happen when she learns her baby wasn't born dead, but has been raised with the idea that her mother killed all those people 7 years ago?

Please be advised, words and scenes can be very, very steamy. This book is a collection of wild erotic adventures and fantasies. Adventures to some and fantasies to others. Sex is delicious. No one in their perverted mind will claim otherwise. So when a chance for a too good to be a true moment of one's life knocks at its door or when what happened a while ago was something you would never think it would have happened, some people grab these chances, while some regret it for a lifetime not indulging. A one-night stand or a quickie with a consenting individual is an easy fix.

Each day I wonder if true love ever existed never new would find one. This is my story it's their but be careful if you find it

Soon after I came back to the country, someone slapped me right across the face in broad daylight, yelling that I was a mistress. A crowd of reporters closed in, pelting me with questions about whether Chandler Armstrong, CEO of Armstrong Industries, was keeping me as his mistress. I was stunned speechless for a moment, but then I pulled out my wedding photo with Chandler from seven years ago and held it up. "What are you talking about? I'm his wife!" The crowd went silent, and the woman who'd slapped me turned white as a sheet. Only then did I finally get it: while I'd been overseas, Chandler had been openly involved with an actress, and everyone in his social circle had already decided she was the future Mrs. Armstrong. Today, they all came expecting to confront a mistress—only to find out that I was actually his wife. Later, Chandler tried to justify it. "Alina, you've been out of the country for years. I'm a man, and I have needs. She's just a B-list actress; it's not like she threatens your position. Why should you be upset? Just let it go," he said. "Don't make a scene." I handed him the divorce papers. "You make me sick."

I had poured my heart into planning the perfect wedding—for my female client. Then I turned a corner and saw her kissing my boyfriend at the stairwell. He chuckled softly. "No wonder you're my wife. You're stunning." She let out a soft laugh. "Your little secret girlfriend still does not know you're marrying me. She actually wished me happiness—can you believe it? So… when are you planning to tell her?" He tilted her chin and said, "Didn't we agree? Once we're married, we each live our own lives. Teresa is the love of my life. I hope you'll keep your mouth shut." She gave a snort of laughter and yanked playfully on his tie. "Relax, babe. As long as you keep treating me right, I won't stir up trouble." I felt like I had plunged into an ice bath. Face pale, hands trembling, I picked up my phone and texted my mentor: [I'm ready to take the transfer to Luminous City.] The reply came not long after: [Three days from now. We'll go together.]

Happiness is a luxury, why didn't God let me receive it, or because my fate was so unlucky that I didn't receive love and protection in the first place? So maybe I have never found my happiness and home so that I can understand how sacred that feeling is, so I appreciate it so much. "Hurry up and go, live like a normal person, have a normal life. Be like everyone else, laugh when you're happy, cry when you're sad. Feel those emotions." ............. "Chen, hold my hand, are we a family now?" "It's okay, Clause Chen, I promise to never deceive or harm you. Come back here, from now on this will be my home, your family." The child still stood there silently looking at the outstretched arms in front of him, neither saying anything nor taking it. What are emotions? What is love? Rain has fallen! Perhaps God is crying for that child or is he crying for the child's journey ahead with no hope left?