Âme Sœur

Blurb: Desire isn’t polite. It doesn’t knock. It doesn’t wait until you’re ready. It comes like a spark in the dark; unexpected, magnetic, impossible to ignore. This book was written for the readers who crave more… More heat. More tension. More forbidden touches and reckless nights. More moments that make your breath hitch, your pulse race, and your imagination run wild long.

Fate has a way of changing everything… Losing his father as a little boy, and his mother, as a teenager, pushed Darius King to grow up quite fast and with a thirst for revenge that drove him to crash every obstacle on his path in order to achieve his goal. Darius goes from a homeless boy to a billionaire bachelor. He has no time for love in his quest for righting wrongs of the past. What he doesn’t know is that love isn't something he can hide from. After losing her mother at a very young age, Alannah grew up with a monster of a father. He punishes her for sins he assumes his deceased wife made against him. Finally, her father does a business deal with Darius King, selling Alannah to the highest bidder.

Taylor is a fiesty little fireball who doesn't take shit from anyone. She tells it like it is, and she has no fear whatsoever. A total badass if you ask me. Besides her best friend Malia, she trusts no one.Her parents are unknown to her because she was abandoned as a baby on her aunts' doorstep. Her aunt is a bit secretive and closed off. She always avoids the topic about what happened to Taylors' parents. What happens when Alpha Cain steps in claiming that she belongs to him? What kind of secret will Taylor discover? Will she give in to the mate bond? Will she accept the fate that she truly belongs to him? Will she call him daddy??

Anindyaswari, guru honorer sebuah sekolah di Pontianak tiba-tiba dilamar seorang Sersan yang arogan. Dia bagai terhipnotis, tidak bisa menolak. Sersan Kusuma, duda beranak satu yang pernah terluka, tanpa kompromi, meminta Anindyaswari menikah dengannya malam itu juga.

apa jadinya jika seorang gadis shopaholic dan suka dengan kekayaan melamar pekerjaan hanya untuk bertemu dengan pria idamannya namun takdir berkata lain, dia harus berurusan dengan orang yang tidak dia duga akan menjadi hal terpenting dalam hidupnya....

Pertemanan yang Malik jalin bersama Isha semenjak mereka masih anak-anak berujung permusuhan karena sebuah kesalahpahaman. Satu sama lain saling menjauh. Apalagi ketika suatu ketika Malik mengatakan bahwa dia memang mencintai Isha, sehingga Isha marah dan menuduh Malik mengkhianati persahabatan mereka dengan membiarkan perasaan cintanya berkembang untuk Isha. Malik yang pasrah hanya bisa mencintai dalam diam dan putus asa ketika mendengar Isha akan dipersunting oleh laki-laki lain. Namun, sepertinya takdir sedang mempermainkan mereka ketika Malik justru mengajukan diri untuk menggantikan posisi Murad, laki-laki yang hendak menikahi Isha tetapi justru tidak hadir pada hari yang dijanjikan. Bagaimana Isha mengambil sikap? Apakah dia menerima uluran tangan Malik untuk menyelamatkan nama baiknya dan menerima pernikahan itu? Atau memilih menolak dengan banyaknya konsekuensi yang harus ditanggungnya? Jika memang Isha membenci Malik, mengapa dia membenci semua perempuan yang dekat dan mendekati Malik?

I’m done with men! Not because I hate them, but because everyone I meet, and is just fine enough to pique my interest, I compare to him. And it ends right there and then. The ridiculous thing is that my love interest isn’t real. He is a figure that hunts my nights and brings pleasure into the few seconds that I’m captured by my sleep paralysis. I know that, and I am totally okay with it. Just as I start a new job, and my life seems to take a better turn, determined to forget the man from the shadows, I find my forbidden pleasure standing right in front of me. Suddenly my dream man wears a tailored suit and frowns at me. He is my boss. And he is very real.

In a world where judgment is so easily passed, how can love be free and true? Is there a world where two people can freely express their love for one another and show their true color? How can someone so sure about himself become so conflicted about everything because of a stranger he just met?

After a car accident, my wife loses her memory. She throws herself into her first love's arms and frantically aborts our child. When I confront her in despair, she looks at me with nothing but contempt. "Why would I keep some child when I don't even know who the father is? You're really shameless, pulling this stunt just to avoid splitting the assets." What she doesn't know is that I have made a deal with the system to bring her back to life. By the time she remembers everything, she's already searching desperately for me all over the world. But I can never return.

I’d just wrapped up a short trip with my daughter, Elara. On the way back, I figured I’d swing by the Hale, our family’s casino, to check in on my son, Cassian. Maybe grab dinner together. I didn’t expect to be mistaken for his latest fling. Correction: not mistaken—accused. Violently. “You think you can just waltz in here like some queen?” she hissed. “I’m the woman Cassian loves! What kind of whore are you? And is this your bastard daughter with him?” She locked us in the basement. No phone. No light. Just concrete walls and the stench of mildew and madness. Then came the fists. She slapped me across the face—again and again—until my skin stung and my ears rang. When that didn’t satisfy her, she pulled a gun and aimed low. The bullet tore through my knee. I bit back a scream, shielding Elara with my body. “You need to die, whore,” she spat. One of her men hesitated, “We should at least tell Mr. Hale first. If we are going to kill these two in his casino.” Lila of course said no. But that man brought Cassian anyway. My son stepped into this dark little room like it was any other Tuesday—until he saw me. His whole body went still. The blood drained from his face. And then, in the smallest, most broken voice I’d ever heard from him, he whispered, “Mom? What are you doing in my basement?”