Angel and Chase come from two different worlds. Angel grew up privileged. Her father is CEO of Cavanagh and Associates and her mother owns a successful dance school. Chase on the other hand grew up with a neglectful, manipulating mother, who put her numerous husbands and boyfriends before the welfare of her own son. So much so that when he was twelve, his stepfather at the time, who also happens to be a member of a notorious bikie gang, walked away from his marriage, taking Chase with him.
Angel Angel is daddy’s little princess. In his eyes, no one is good enough for his little girl. Due to his overprotectiveness, at the age of twenty-two she’s never had a serious boyfriend. She decides to move away from home to finish school, so she can experience all that life has to offer. That includes men. When she meets Chase Daniels, sparks fly. He’s the ultimate womanising bad boy. Even though her common sense says stay away, she can’t seem to control the attraction she feels for him.
Chase Chase doesn’t hold women in high regard due to his past. With his good looks and charm though, he has women falling at this feet. Just the way he likes it. He’s a playboy and doesn’t do commitment. Then he meets Angel. She’s not only beautiful, but sweet and innocent. Nothing like the women he’s used to. The feelings he has for her are foreign to him and he doesn’t like it one bit. Despite all this, he’s drawn to her, like a moth to a flame.
Not only do they have their families to contend with, there’s also the secrets from Chase’s past. These secrets have the potential to destroy him, and will also tear them apart. The odds are stacked against them, but will they still be able to find happiness together? Or will it be enough to stop the one thing they want more than anything, each other?
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J L Perry is a mother and a wife. She was born in Sydney, Australia in 1972, and has lived there her whole life. Her love of reading, from a young age, gave her the passion to write. My Destiny was originally written for her sister, in 2013. It was never intended to be published. However, after finishing this book, she felt there was still a lot of Brooke and Logan's story left to tell. This inspired her to write My Forever. With the encouragement of her family and friends, she decided to follow her dream and become a published Author.
That dream was realised on the 6th of June, 2014.
My Destiny is her debut novel in the Destiny Series. My Forever is the conclusion to this book. Her third book Damaged - Jacinta's Story was released October 15th, 2014. This is a stand alone book, but is based on a character in My Forever. Her fourth book Against All Odds, is a stand alone book, as well, but part of the Destiny Series. Due to be released on the 27th May, 2015. She's also currently writing a fifth book, a standalone, that will be released later in the year. It's called 'A Beautiful Bastard'. This is NOT part of the Destiny Series.
J L's love of romance and happy endings makes a perfect combination when it comes to writing her beautiful love stories.
Her hobbies include reading, writing, drinking wine, shopping, listening to music, and anything artistic or creative. She loves spending time with her family, friends and her dog when she isn't writing. She also loves being outdoors and travelling and exploring the world.
A sexy novella where things are not always as they appear. Enter the Laid Bare world only if you dare.
There’s something about Lucien Chambers. Something beyond his amazing success, his good looks, and his uncanny ability to turn everything he touches to gold.
In the eyes of the world, Lucien is a sexy and savvy business man. But when a naïve photographer, Dahlia Vaughn, is hired to take pictures of the hot entrepreneur, she discovers Mr. Chambers may be much more than what he seems.
Volume 1 of the Laid Bare novellas
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S.R. Grey is an Amazon Top 100 Bestselling author and a Barnes & Noble #1 Bestselling author. She is the author of the popular Judge Me Not series, as well as the Inevitability duology and A Harbour Falls Mystery trilogy. Ms. Grey's novels have appeared on Amazon and Barnes & Noble bestseller lists in multiple categories, including #1 on the Barnes & Noble Nook Bestsellers list last year.
New novels slated for 2015 release dates are Inevitable Circumstances (Inevitability #2), the Laid Bare series of novellas, and a New Adult novel to be revealed in the future.
Title: The VIP Trilogy bundle Including: VIP, The Madam, and MVP Author: M. Robinson Release Date: Jan 20, 2015
VIP Synopsis: VIP: The beginning: A point in time or space where something starts. 32 year old Sebastian Vanwell, was a very successful yacht broker, who always loved the design and architecture of a luxurious boat. His only addiction was being on the water. He loved it, he thrived on it, and he needed it in his life. After a very stable, loving childhood with only a few bumps, Sebastian married the love of his life. The one person that he knew would always be there. Julia was his rock, and he loved her more than life itself. Sebastian kept his addiction to the water under control, wanting to keep his time with his wife and son his number one obsession, that was until he saw her. This new addiction haunted him, the one compulsion that he couldn't control no matter how hard he tried. Ysabelle Telle hit him hard, knocking the wind from his lungs. Coming from worlds apart, beautiful, dark complexion Ysabelle Telle didn't have the rich, protected background that Sebastian Vanwell had. Ysabelle lived a life of hell, in poverty, growing up with a drug addict mother that never cared, and horrific living conditions. Ysabelle lived for one person and one person only; herself. She was pure perfection, her beauty along with a flawless body had men lined up, driveling over her ensuring her success as a VIP. There are too many words that describe the effects when two diverse worlds like theirs collide. They both have too much to lose to get caught in the forceful pull, which could destroy them both. *Warning sex/drugs/language. Mature readers only.*
The Madam Synopsis: Some people need love… I need sex, money, control, and power. Anyone could have those four things, but only one could have VIP. Becoming Madam was never a choice for me, it was a mandated order from the most powerful woman I knew- my mother. I was born to fill her shoes, never to make mistakes, or to show weakness. You are the product of your environment. They say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree; you learn from what you see, not from what you’re told. Nature vs. Nurture. I learned from it all; what I saw, what I didn't see, what I was told, and from reading between the lines. I was raised with the belief that the world spun ONLY because of me. I held power as far back as I can remember, saw things no one ever talks about, and witnessed illegal acts of sex, drugs, and money by the time I was eighteen. You saw a glimpse of me in VIP, now see it from the beginning. Enter my world where anything goes; no judgments, no remorse, no guilt. You play by my rules, or you don’t play at all. There are no limits to what I can do, or to what I can show you…I will ensure my legacy by any means necessary. My name is Lilith Veronica Stone, and I am The Madam.
MVP Synopsis: Ysabelle
I love you. Three words that can make or break you. I thought I needed to find myself. I thought I wasn’t happy. I thought I needed more out of life. I didn’t. I’m more lost now than I was when I left. I have no answers, just endless amounts of questions. It was only a matter of time until the truth came to light. I never imagined it would change my entire life and everything I thought to be true. It was all a game. Except I wasn’t a player. I was a pawn.
Sebastian
The end. Two words that have several meanings. I never thought I’d lose her. But did I ever really have her… Or did VIP?
M. Robinson loves to read. She favors anything that has angst, romance, triangles, cheating, love, and of course sex! She has been reading since the Babysitters Club and R.L. Stein. She was born in New Jersey but was raised in Tampa Fl. She is currently pursuing her Ph.D in psychology, with two years left. She is married to an amazing man who she loves to pieces. They have two German Shepherd mixes and a Tabby cat.
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My uncle raped me.
I was 10 years old when it started. At 13 he told me I was no longer wanted because I had started to develop. At 16 I was ready to kill him. Today, I’m broken. Today, I only breathe to survive. My name’s Sergeant Major Ryan Jenkins and today, I’m ready to tell you my story. This prologue contains distressing content. It is only suited for readers over 18.
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There's something about the written word that's pure magic.
Possibly it's the fact that there are 26 letters in the English alphabet, and they
can create something so beautiful or so empowering that they're able to change
our lives.
How important is it that we break suit and stretch our minds?
I like to think of myself as 'unique'. My stories aren't for everyone, and
sometimes I may push what you believe to be 'normal'.
Normal is subjective.
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'unique by choice'.
Ignite Trilogy, Volume 2: DJ & Phina I wear my scars like a scarlet letter, reminding myself that I’m not worth the trouble. I’ve spent seventeen years pushing men away, never allowing myself to believe in the fairytale…then, he walked back in. Just like before, we explode when we’re together. I hate him for what he did to me, but I can’t stay away. Eighteen days filled with passion and promises. Nineteen letters filled with threats and foreboding. It only takes twenty minutes for the numbers to all add up. One thousand, two hundred seconds until everything changes and there’s no going back. This is my story, and it’s going to leave a scar.
I’ve never had it. Is it even real? No, I don’t think so. I mean, how can I believe in love when I’ve never witnessed it? When it seems to only exist in books and films, or in the lives of more fortunate people than me? Trust me, I know. Love is my personal chimera. I am gazing at brown eyes, admiring the richness of the color, the beauty of the man to whom they belong to. “You’re so beautiful, Blaire … so wet,” he murmurs, his hand going between my legs as he begins to rub me. His fingers spread me open to their soft invasion, tuning my body to his wants and needs, preparing me to be taken as the hot friction of his touch lights a wild fire within my body. It’s not the first time he has touched me like this, but each time feels better and better—the sensations all-consuming and heady. One finger. Two fingers. One finger. Two fingers. Over and over again. His invasion is fast and slow, deep and shallow. His touch is soiled heaven. As I open my legs wider for him, I wonder if it feels this good because of him or because I’m taking something that doesn’t belong to me and making it mine. “Oh God … I love you, Blaire. I love you … I love you …” he pants in my ear. “Don’t stop … it feels so good,” I breathe. Okay, maybe it’s because at this moment in time this man thinks he loves me and no one else but me, however false his proclamation may be. I close my eyes as his lips land on mine. He kisses me softly as if I’m made out of gold, kissing me with that familiar mouth I’ve seen smile tenderly at me so many times before. The assault of his tongue debilitates me but doesn’t incapacitate me. “It’s four dollars, gorgeous,” the cute barista says, smiling at me. I’m about to pay for my cappuccino when I hear a deep, manly voice say, “Let me get that for you.” A man wearing a beige suit comes forward, standing next to me as he hands the barista some bills. “I’ve seen you around … you’re Paige’s friend.” I smile, licking my suddenly dry lips. “Thank you, and yes … I know Paige.” The smile on his handsome face seems to freeze as his gaze follows the tip of my tongue, the spark of hunger brightening his eyes. Inwardly, I smile because who knew it was so easy to make men desire me, particularly when I went without attention for so long. “My pleasure. Are you,” he coughs, “here with someone else?” I shake my head and look at him through fluttering eyelashes. “No, I’m here all by myself.” I pause, touching his arm invitingly, and smile. “Would you like to join me?” He looks around the coffee shop, probably considering if he should, if it’s proper to do so, but less than five seconds later, he’s staring at me once again. “Sure.” Yes, just like that. The beige walls are spinning. The clock is ticking. The bedsprings creak as the moon cries outside the motel window. And the man above me kisses me while he fingers me, preparing me for him. Gotta love such a thoughtful man. I can taste his sweet saliva mixing with mine, and I love it. “Please,” I beg against his lips, reaching for his hard cock and wrapping my fingers around it. “I’m ready.” I feel his mouth leave mine as he begins to make his way down my partially dressed body. “Are you sure, Blaire? Are you sure you want to do this with me?” I open my eyes to witness what I think I want him to do. No, what I’m sure I want him to do. I can’t help the smile I feel playing on my lips as I see him struggling with his conscience. He asks me if I’m sure when he has already fucked my mouth with his cock countless number of times, when his fingers have filled every orifice of my body. Should I laugh? No … I decide to take pity instead. “I’m sure, so sure,” I say, letting my arms land like dead weight on the bed, the cheap fabric rough against my skin. “All right.” When I feel the bed dip between my legs, I instinctively open them for him and watch as he brings a condom package to his mouth. As he rips it open with his teeth, I admire his perfect full lips that emphasize how masculine he is. I feel pleased with myself. So fucking pleased because he wants me. Mr. Callahan wants me. Me. Can you believe it? Chubby Blaire. Ugly and awkward Blaire. Unlovable Blaire. I guess I’m not that ugly anymore. My body? What was considered fat as a child is now called boobs and ass. Guys want it. They want me. They want to touch me, grope me, feel me … they want to screw me. And it feels good to be wanted … so good. It makes me feel powerful, and like a potent drug spreading inside your bloodstream, I want more. I need more. “Hurry up,” I say, not bothering to be shy or coy about it. I mean, he brought me here to have sex, right? “Fuck, give me a second, Blaire. Trying to get the damn condom on my dick.” As he rolls the rubber on his stiff dick, his eyes wonder over my bare chest, my face, my spread legs. Shaking his head as if trying to clear his mind, he mutters, “You’re so beautiful. I want you so much.” That’s not the first time I have heard those words come out of a man’s mouth. Josh tells me all the time how beautiful I am, how perfect I am, how much he wants me, how much he loves me. But he’s my friend with benefits. The words kind of lose their meaning when it’s the same person saying them to you over and over again. “Show me.” Those two words are all it takes for him to spread my legs wider with his hands and finally enter me with his throbbing dick. Pain shoots through my body, and a groan escapes my mouth when he covers my body with his. I feel his whole length inside me in one deep thrust. “Christ, you’re so tight.” He lifts both my legs, wrapping them around his lean waist and starts to thrust. Hard. It hurts. But I like the pain. It sobers me. And that’s when reality comes crashing down on me. It hits me with the speed and blinding power of a torpedo, making me realize what I’m doing. What I’m giving away and the man doesn’t even know it. What the hell am I doing? Proving that you are your mother’s daughter. Making her proud. The room is filled with the noises of the man grunting his pleasure and the wet slapping of our skin; it makes me want to gag. I want to throw up. Maybe it’s the alcohol I drank. Maybe it’s self-disgust. The initial pain is gone and now I just feel sore. And strange. His beautiful face lowers, his lips about to connect with mine, and I feel the bile rise inside my throat. I turn my face to the side, his kiss landing on my cheek. My eyes watch the way the lights in the bathroom illuminate all its used and dirty ugliness. “Oh God, I’m going to come … I’m going to come … I’m going to come,” he continues to pant in my ear, pumping in and out of my body. Before I know what’s happening, he half-screams and half groans, his body going tense on top of mine. And just like that it’s over. In less than five minutes I’ve managed to kill a part of me. Our breathing evens and he pulls out, moving to stand up. I push myself up on my elbows to see him inspect his condom. It still glistens. By the time he lifts his eyes, connecting with mine, I’ve already wrapped my body with the duvet cover. Confusion, shock, and pleasure reflect in those brown eyes. “I-I didn’t know … I …” His hands go to his hair as we stare at each other. “I didn’t know you were a virgin.” I shrug my shoulder carelessly, causing the duvet to slide down, exposing my bare breasts to him. His eyes immediately flare with lust. “It doesn’t matter … I wanted it to be you.” And that’s the truth. “But—” “But nothing. If it bothers you, then forget it happened. I already did,” I say, ending the conversation. This is my body. I will have the last word. Not him. Not anyone. This is my life. This is my decision. Without giving myself a chance to doubt my next words, I turn to look at him in all his naked beauty, the gold wedding ring on his finger catching my attention. “Don’t worry, Mr. Callahan … I won’t tell your daughter that you fucked her classmate.” And with that, I seal my destiny.
About the Author:
Mia Asher
My name is Mia Asher. I'm a writer, a hopeless romantic, a wanderer, a dreamer, a cynic, and a believer. And, oh yes…I might be a bit crazy - but who isn't?
