With All Due Respect

I gave birth prematurely, just twenty days before the due date. Two hours after I entered the surgery room, I had a stillborn baby. I did not cry at all. I did not even spare a glance at the dead baby. I endured the pain from childbirth and calmly walked into the hospital nursery. After the door was tightly shut, I turned down the temperature of the air-conditioning. The temperature inside the nursery would be too cold for newborns to bear after an hour. The doctors and parents were begging me on their knees to let their babies live. They screamed and cried. They said I was a mother and hoped that I would understand. Instead, I laughed and said, “Yes, I was a mother. But my baby died!” The gynecologist knelt on the floor and begged, “We may be at fault for not being able to save your baby, but these babies are innocent! “Please don’t be reckless just because you lost your baby! You’re so young. You’ll have more babies in the future.” I gritted my teeth and roared, “But my baby isn’t dead! “She’s still alive. I’ll give you one hour. Bring her back to me!” But I was unsure if she would still be alive after an hour.

It was our wedding anniversary when my husband's high school sweetheart posted a sonogram picture on her social media, with her captioning a public thank-you to my husband: [Thank you to the man who's been there for me for ten years, and for giving me a son.] The room spun, and anger surged through me as I quickly commented: [So, you're proud of being a homewrecker?] Almost immediately, my husband called, his voice full of rage. "How can you think such disgusting things? All I did was help her with IVF, fulfilling her dream of becoming a single mom. "And by the way, Ruby only needed one try to get pregnant, while you’ve been through three rounds with nothing. Your body is useless!" Just three days ago, he told me he was going abroad for business—ignoring my calls and messages the entire time. I thought he was just busy. However, it turned out he was with her, attending her prenatal checkup. Half an hour later, Ruby posted again, showing off a table full of delicious food. [I got tired of French food, so Ash made me all my favorite dishes. He’s the best!] I stared at the pregnancy test in my hand, the joy I had felt earlier now completely gone. After eight years of love and six years of swallowing my pride just to keep the marriage alive, I’m finally ready to let go.

Every woman has a weakness. Some crave danger. Some crave control. But some crave the one thing they should never want—a Daddy. Powerful, possessive, and impossible to resist, each Daddy in All Yours: The Daddy Diaries will test the limits of desire, obedience, and surrender.

หมอไทม์ ธามไธ ศัลยแพทย์โรงพยาบาล N ภายนอกดูเหมือนเป็นคนเย็นชาที่ไม่ค่อยสนใจใคร แต่ใครเลยจะรู้ว่าข้างในหัวใจกลับซ่อนความหวั่นไหวและอบอุ่นเอาไว้อย่างมิดชิด ครั้งหนึ่งเขาเคยตั้งปฎิญาณเอาไว้ว่าจะไม่รักใครแต่แล้วโชคชะตากลับเล่นตลกให้เขาต้องมาตกหลุมรักผู้หญิง ที่เขาหวังเพียงแค่ค้างคืนแต่กลับคือรักจริงและรักเดียวของเขาตลอดไป ไออุ่น อัยย์วรินทร์ เด็กสาวที่มองโลกในแง่ดีน่ารักและบริสุทธิ์สดใส รอยยิ้มของเธอทำให้ใครต่อใครตกหลุมรักโดยไม่รู้ตัว รวมถึงเขาผู้ชายที่พรากความบริสุทธิ์ของเธอไปเพียงชั่วข้ามคืนด้วยความเข้าใจผิด ทำให้เธอกับเขาต้องผูกติดกันไปตลอดชีวิตด้วยคำว่ารัก

The book is the first-person account of a young biracial Mexican and African American woman, Evelyn Rosalyn Amiss. She repeatedly transports in time between her home in Texas and then Newark, New Jersey to different time periods. She meets and helps some of her ancestors along the way. This is my first journey into a fantasy, time travel novel. I hope you stick around for each riveting, historical and spicy page turner. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living, or dead, is entirely coincidental.

After going bankrupt, I was given away as a gift by my former nemesis, Colt Reyes. My former lover, Emerson Snyder, the one I had played with the most ruthlessly before, now traced his fingers along my face, his hands roaming every inch of my body. "You sure had a lot of lovers," he said. I provoked him defiantly, telling him he was the most despicable among all my lovers. He gave my face a light pat, his suggestive tone dripping with amusement. "That's okay. Now you only need to serve me."

Jada prayed and asked God to provide a miracle that would be a solution to her family’s problems. They had always been poor, but this was the worst situation they had ever been in. Her father had to be taken to the hospital two weeks ago, and she had become the sole provider for their home. Marilou had given them what money she had that she could to help, but she wasn’t exactly rolling in money herself. The young girl had a huge responsibility placed upon her shoulders, but she was determined not to lose their home or have the children sent to foster care. She had been waiting tables and using her tips to buy gas and groceries, but it was barely enough most days. Her paycheck had not been enough to pay all the bills since her father had let them get so far behind. Mrs. DeRoya cleared her throat, signaling that she would answer the girl. “Miss Pence, I only had one child, my son Brayden here. My husband was also an only child. So, unless Brayden produces an heir, our bloodline here in the United States is lost. What we need is a surrogate to carry the child. If you sign the contract, when the child is born you will receive one million dollars to take your siblings and go have a good life,” she said, staring at her without emotion.

Pain and anger buried deep can turn even the most innocent of creatures to a monster souring the earth. Numbing so deep that emotions once easy to cling to the heart, realy exist anymore. Humanity they say, is not not taught but is inbuilt. What if you've lost your humane side, gone so deep, that you feel like it never really existed? Leaving you with a nothing but emptiness and despair buried deep inside your soul? Lucien Edrei Karmicheal, a man with looks that does not match his age at all. A recluse he was, forbidding himself from interacting with neither clan— His species, and worse the humans. They were so weak and everything Lucien couldn't bring himself to tolerate. He was sophisticated and acted with a dash of elegance. After years of abiding by his imposed rule and isolation, a night of enjoying a walk alone changes it all. Can he endure to let go and see things differently, in a new light? Or would old grudges and hatred burn his empty soul till all that is left is just absolute nothingness? When two worlds collide, there is bound to be collateral damage.

Alisha Alarcon and her friends died in the year of 2020. Alisha Alarcon can go back in the past through her dreams. She need to find out who is the killer or else they will all die again in the present time.

The morning after a one night stand with her high school crush, Ava woke up alone, with a note on the bed stand,stating that he has left the country and the house is her's now. Two months later, she found out she was pregnant, torn between what decision to make as the supposed baby daddy was about getting married to someone else, even tho he confessed his undying love for her, the night, they made love. Having to Navigate through medical school being a single mom of identical twin boys. What will Ava do after discovering that all is not as it seems in this love story, read to find out, where this journey leads.