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LIE TO LOVE

PRE-ORDER IN HIS BED

Rayne couldn’t help but stare into his eyes as he leaned over and glared at her. His tone was clipped, filled with so

much animosity it scared her. But there was something else in there that broke her heart. The sad look in his eyes that he had tried to hide behind the anger, the pain in his voice that sounded out his betrayal, even though he tried to act like he didn’t care. She lifted her hand to his face, just about to cup his cheek when he pulled back with a startled expression.

Duke walked away, leaving her alone with her guilt, her broken heart, and her sandwich. Rayne didn’t know what came next after this, but she was willing to stay for as long as it took either one of them to figure it out.

Her appetite gone, she followed Duke into the bedroom.

She walked in just in time to see him peel off his shirt and walk into the bathroom. She missed him, his body, and the way his back muscles would feel beneath her fingertips when he was on top of her as they made love. She longed to hear his heart beat when he head was on his chest, or how his voice rumbled when he laughed. She longed for everything that she had managed to bring out of him when they were together, things that she had now destroyed.

 

HOW LONG WILL I LOVE YOU?

Rayne couldn’t risk losing her son, so she hoped there wouldn’t be a time where she would have to choose

between RD and Duke.

“Where did your mind wander off to?” He stepped right up to her, invading her space and closing any gap between

them. Duke placed his hands on the tabletop, trapping her.

He lowered his head to hers, his lips brushing against hers without his actually kissing her.

“I’m just wondering how long this is going to last?” She looked into his eyes, searching for any uncertainty or

confusion. Instead she saw resolution. Whatever was going to happen between them, he had already made up his mind about it.

“Why?”

“Because I’m scared.”

“Don’t be. I’m right here.”

“You are what scares me the most.”

“You’re safe with me.” He kissed her, scanned her body

from head to toe, and with a grin, he said, “I’ll protect your heart and everything else.”

Rayne released a deep breath, put the plate to the side, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him. She

decided to ride this ride as long as she could, and let it take her wherever it wanted to. She didn’t mind, as long as she was in his arms.

PRE-ORDER IN HIS BED

IN HIS BED, IN HIS ARMS

Have we met before? Was he joking?

Rayne’s first instinct was to run and hide. It might have been because she hadn’t realized he had been standing there, watching her for God knew how long, or because he had seen her for the first time in five years. The first time they met…met might be too big of a word for what had happened.

Rayne had seen him and he—through his alcohol goggles— had seen a female shape he’d led into his room.

Yes we have met—in your bed, actually. We were kissing. You took off my bra, then you were on top…we were sweating and swearing. We both seemed to have a lovely time.

Was that what she was supposed to say?

PRE-ORDER IN HIS BED

LOVE VS TRUST

When it all comes down to it, what’s more important to you, a man’s love or their trust?

In my opinion…..

There can’t be love without trust.

Scott, a professional basketball player, thought that he had found the woman he would spend the

rest of his life with, only for her to betray him.

Rory puts her career before the man she loves. She uses the trust Scott gives her against him, and

when she realizes the mistake she’s made, it’s too late.

Now the only bond they share is a baby. To Rory the baby is a sign of hope, but to Scott it’s the

chain that keeps him tethered to a woman he hates.

Content Warning: contains sexual content

Genre(s): Contemporary Romance / Interracial Romance

MUST BE S*X ON THE BRAIN…

It’s been longer than a minute since I have posted a new book release promo.

Book 6 took time to complete, because of ‘life tings’ but we were finally able to finish editing in January and it will be soon be available on the 3rd of March.

Until then you can pre-order the book on Amazon. In His Bed

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The other 5 books in the series are available at 99cents, we want to get you all caught up. The New Yorker Series

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KISS ME

The echo of his kisses cleansed her muddy soul, sutured her tattered spirit and healed her broken heart…leaving only scars.

Could he fix her?

Panic rose up her chest.

An anxiety that claimed her every time another human being came too close to her. She forced herself to concentrate on the eyes of the man who was adoring her.

This was Can, her Can.

His eyes were full of love and not hate.

His touch a gentle caress. It gave her comfort not pain.

His fingers weaved into hers, locking them together. He didn’t have her trapped, he was taking her along this journey.

She felt a something cold and solid press against the inside of her finger.

Her heart broke a little.

Over a decade and he still wore his wedding ring.

Her kisses were like an addiction that quenched a thirst that plagued him for a decade. An elixir that tamed the wild beast in him and calmed his enraged soul.

Yet his spirit was still broken, his heart an open wound.

Could she fix him?

A face kissed by the sun and angels, auburn hair that shone in the last remnants of the sun as it hid behind the horizon, Can could describe her physical beauty with a few words. However, he could not string together a couple of perfect words that could explain this moment. For over a decade he had wondered what it would be like to open his eyes and look into the loving gaze of his wife.

The absence of Demet was what made his reality a nightmare and his dreams his sanctuary. His loneliness consumed him, his anger drowned him, and the pain that crushed his heart left him gasping and begging for respite.

Wasn’t it weird that when that pain had turned into numbness, Can had done anything and everything to feel it again? Not feeling it meant he was losing his humanity, his love for life, his love for Demet.

He wasn’t afraid of resenting her.

His greatest fear was forgetting and being forgotten.

Read more; KESKE

LOVE TAKES TIME

This story will unfortunately be uploaded slowly. Life happens, bills happens and etc etc adulting sucks etc.

Here is the third part. Hoping to upload a new part every Sunday. Also I did a thing at the end of this chapter.

Enjoy!

ROMA

It was then when she saw it, true beauty. Through the curtain of water, a young man was staring at her a perplexed look on his face. She looked into his warm brown eyes. Her body trembled, shivers racked through her not because of the cool water she was knee deep in, but because of the assault of emotions his eyes gave rendering her motionless and her legs useless. A calm then took over her and a welcome home type of feeling enveloped her.

Love at first sight.

Demet stared on as his expressions changed. They went from shock quickly transitioning to awe, then laughter when Demet lost her footing and landed on her bottom, in the cold water.

Fate, the series of decisions made in life or those made by her father had led her here. And for the first time since she ran away from home, she was hopeful about what was yet to come.

BROKEN HEARTS; A NEW ENDING

Hey guys,

I read through the reviews of Broken Hearts and the biggest issue was the ending. It was a cliffhanger ending and people were not too happy about it. Now that the rights of the book are mine, I decided to give a clear conclusion to the story.

Here is the synopsis;

A wife for hire, turned into his most precious possession.

Drew had to annul his marriage hours after he said I do, when he found his wife and best man in a compromising position. In order to claim his inheritance he needs to find a wife in just a month.

Falling in love with sleeping beauty.

Piper first saw him in the ER after a gruesome accident, she watched over him for several days, finding something new to love about him each day. So when he finally wakes up and asks her to marry him, she obviously said yes. Piper just didn’t know that this fairy tale, didn’t necessarily end with a Happily Ever After.

Here is the ending;  IF you have not read the book, make sure to grab your copy now.

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Piper searched through the mail that their housekeeper had put on the breakfast table that morning. Leo was still upstairs with the twins, and she needed to find it before he did.

Piper and Leo had agreed never to test the twins. He didn’t care either way, because to him they were both his children. Piper cared. For the longest time, she felt that not knowing was holding her back from bonding with her babies properly. Each time she put them on her breast to feed she looked into their eyes searching.

What was she looking for?

Evil maybe?

A clear sign of good.

Not knowing was keeping her up at night. So one day when Leo was out of town for business, she took the twins in for a DNA test. At first, she thought she would just test them to see if they were full siblings, but that didn’t tell her who their father was. Armed with both her babies and Leo’s toothbrush, she went into the hospital in search of peace of mind.

But what would happen if one of them was her rapist’s child?

Leo had asked her that question once but she never had an answer. She didn’t have one today as she searched for the results that were meant to come in today.

Would she hate her child because of who the biological father is or would she love them regardless?

Would she have a favorite, or would she blatantly love one more than the other?

“Why did you do it?”

Startled Piper span around to face her husband’s accusing voice, spilling everything on the table on the ground when dragged the table cloth with her.

“Do what?” She asked cautiously.

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about!” Leo yelled, a different kind of fear claiming Piper’s heart. Was he disappointed in me? Why won’t he understand me?

“I need to know,” her voice trembled out.

“So that?” Leo held the envelope. “What purpose does it serve?”

“I need to know,” Piper leaped for the envelope but Leo held it away from her. “Please.”

“Why?”

“Please, I need to know,” Piper cried, her tears freefalling from her eyes. “Every day I wonder. I keep looking for your traits or his traits in them. I keep wondering if I am staring into the eyes of an angel or a demon I wonder who they will grow up to be. If raising them right will counter the evil they inherited.”

Leo stared at her for a moment and Piper could see that he was giving her argument some thought. He probably had the same fears that she did. Would he be able to continue to love a child that was not his?

He tore the envelop open and skimmed through the letter. His expression didn’t hold any specific emotion when he handed it back to her. Leo just stared at her, waiting for her to read it. All of a sudden she didn’t have the courage to. Each time she lifted the paper to read it, she dropped her hand to her side.

Leo’s expression softened, “Read it.”

“Just tell me what it says,” Piper grabbed the table behind her, bracing herself.

“You won’t believe me if I told you,” he smiled. “Read it.”

Leo’s expression told her everything she needed to know, and yet he was right. Piper wouldn’t believe it until she read it for herself. She didn’t bother with everything at the top of the page and quickly read the bottom of the page where the results were. She didn’t know whose results she was reading, she didn’t need to because they were both a match to the sample she had provided.

Piper’s knees gave way and she sank to the ground. Just like that every single worry and reservation she carried with her disappeared and her heart was light once more. She picked herself up and ran to the nursery. She walked up to their crib and looked down at her two babies. They were peacefully sleeping like angels.

Piper vowed to make sure that all they would know was good.

If you are yet to read the book here is the buy link BROKEN HEARTS

IF IT HURTS IT’S LOVE!

Hey #CanDem fanfic lovers.

Writing is all about visualizing, and the unfortunate thing about picking a muse is if they annoy you they destroy the character that you had shaped after them.

Imagination is way better.

Anyway, I changed those people and swapped them out for others. For those who read part one before will notice who I am talking about.

I also changed the name of the first part of this story to “IF IT HURTS IT’S LOVE.” You’ll realize why as the story continues.

Bad News, coz of work and classes the next part will only be up the week of the 23rd.

Good News, here is an excerpt of the second part.

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This must be a dream.

Demet’s body acted against her will as she leaned into his touch. She closed her eyes as the sound of his voice carried her to a place she never thought she would return, bliss. She stepped a little bit closer to him, her chest was flush against him, his warmth radiating from his body into her thawing out the ice cage that guarded her heart. Demet lay her head against his chest and listened to his racing heartbeat.

Demet’s arms went around his waist as she snuggled against him. This is where she wanted to be when she took her last breath. Demet didn’t move even when the warmth of his hands moved from the small of her back to her arms. Her limbs went along with him when he moved them from his waist to around his neck. She felt her body lifted off the ground. Demet lay her head on his shoulder before nuzzling her nose against his neck.

She inhaled him and a calm possessed her, and with a sigh, she said, “Merhaba.”

Read full story here!

 

 

SAY HI TO JADA

The final book will be in by end of December and probably out in the Summer.

So here is Jada, I’m still getting to know her a little.

Jada listened to the waves as they crushed against each other. Her head gently dancing along to the melody and the song lyrics that only she could hear. It sounded like a Lord Huron song heavy on the emotion, mind-blowing messages and heartbreaking desire. Her toes sank deeper into the sand grains, sometimes she wished she could just disappear in them. Maybe her life would be better, somehow she would have her freedom and control of her life.

“All of you, most of you, some of you and now none of you,” she said in an astonished whisper. All she had to do was replace you with me and those lyrics were her biography.

Jada Williams, she was the floated all the while still on her feet. That was how her dancing had been described. At sixteen years old she decided to give ballet a shot. Her older sister Nina was already a recognized prodigy. But when Jada had risen to pointe for the first time on that audition stage, she pirouettes into a dance company faster than her sister did.

That was the problem. Jada had taken to things too quickly and once she did, she wasn’t just good at it, she became a master. One too many times Jada had risen the ranks in her classes faster than other girls older than her. Nina hated that her little sister who she often referred to as a gangly horse was regarded as a swan.

Taking away Nina’s spotlight in what Nina liked to refer to as her world had given her older sister carte blanche on anything and everything that Jada had considered hers. It didn’t matter how hard she had worked on it, or how dear it was to her, Nina had to have it. It was Nina’s world and Jada was only there to help her live it.

Jada had earned respect and her talent had secured her a starring part in The Swan Lake. She was going to make her debut at just eighteen on the stage of the New York Ballet Theatre, two years after she had slipped on her first pair of slippers. Jada had worked hard to get to that stage, but the most gratifying part of it was that people were going to see her.