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He kissed me deeply and I knew in that moment that we would be all right. Snapping the now finished book shut, I sighed. Normally I wasnât the type of girl who obsessed over romantic stories, but last week changed that. All Iâve been doing is reading these unrealistic romantic stories and obviously imagining myself as the female lead. Who is the male lead, you might be wondering? The same guy who stole my heart four years ago, Hunter Hall. âAarya, do you want to come grocery shopping with me?â My momâs unmistakable voice shouted up the stairs. âNo, Mom.â I replied. Aarya Bedi, thatâs my name. I am nineteen years old, and if you canât already tell from my name, I am Indian, and yes, I am a werewolf. Currently, I live with my parents, Sid and Tara; theyâve been mated/married for twenty-seven years. My older brother, Sai, is twenty-four and his mate, Zoya, is also twenty-four. Our pack is called Black Moon; I love our community. Everyone knows everyone and growing up here was amazing. Right now, I am training to be a pack doctor; it was always something I wanted to do. Read the full story to discover more....
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Andrea Stevens made up a husband to get a job. Problem is, people at her work want to meet David, her truck driving husband. Her best friend Fiona has a brother called David. Thinking that would easily solve the problem, Andrea decides to hire him on her terms to be her faux husband over the St Valentine's Day weekend. All he has to do is be at her side. How hard could that be? Andrea soon discovers that her 'husband' isn't someone she can use for her own purposes. David has ideas of his own. He wants to see how far he can push her until her control breaks. Cupid and raw male sex appeal. This wasn't part of the plan. "So, my name is David, I drive a truck, and we've been married how long?" The man with the short, blond, spiky hair looked at the woman in query. "Two years." Andrea Stevens figured two years sounded just about the right amount of time for a relationship to be settled yet not so much that the honeymoon stage was long gone. It also allowed for the odd slip-up in case either of them got something wrong. "And are we happy?" Andrea thought about that for a moment. Happy? Was happiness what she needed at the moment? How did that fit into the scheme of things? "I dunno. Is that important?" Would that make this more realistic? He grinned. "It should be if we're married." She steeled herself to not dissolve under his grinâlopsided and cute, with an edge of I-could-be-so-bad-for-you-in-a-good-way. She didn't need that in her life at the moment. She needed a husband for the sudden round of Valentine's day functions she'd been roped into due to work. Sweet Love Catering was all about love. The owners lived and breathed it. They saw the world in loving couples and made sure any event they catered was a love extravaganza in epic pink and red I-love-you heart proportions.
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Amy was busy with her laptop when her phone suddenly chirped, she almost ignored cause of how engrossed she was but decided to take a look at the screen of the phone at a time when the call was almost coming to an end. Seeing that the caller ID was her husbandâs secretary, Joan, she picked up the phone quickly as she wondered why she must have called him. She only saved Joanâs number cause sheâs her husbandâs secretary and on days when she may not be able to reach her husband, Callan, at work, she would simply call Joan to pass the phone to him. But this time was the first time that Joan would be placing a call across to her. She answered the call as she placed the phone gently on her ear, but the filthy sounds she heard left her flabbergasted and troubled. She had to look at the screen of the phone again to be sure that it was Joan that pulled a call across, she placed the phone on her ear again and heard the same filthy sounds, they were hard and loud moans that depicts clearly that someone was having a heavy round of s*x with her.
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Anastasia, help! Iâve been molested at the club! The desperate and helpless sound of her best friendâs voice was the only thing on Anastasia Tillmanâs mind as she rushed over to the clubhouse. Room 808. Anastasia looked up at the number plaque on the door of the private room. It was the same room number that her best friend, Hayley Seymour, had texted her. Without another thought, she barged through the door to save her friend. When the door swung open under her hand, she was greeted by the darkness within. Suddenly, a strong hand clasped around her wrist and dragged her into the dark room, followed by a loud thud as the door slammed shut. âHeyâwho are you, and what do you want?!â Anastasia shrieked, her eyes darting around wildly as she tried to make out her surroundings. âSettle down, and Iâll treat you well.â A manâs deep and husky voice spoke close to her ear. The next second, Anastasia was unceremoniously tossed onto the couch, and before she could scramble to her feet, a lean and strong body pinned her down. She let out a muffled cry when a pair of lips that tasted like peppermint captured hers. The man on top of her felt burning hot to the touch. A sense of hopelessness brought tears to her eyes as she tried to struggle against the man, but in the end, she could do nothing but endure the manâs ferocity
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A Man Like None Other is a beautiful novel with a heart-wrenching story. If this cover doesnât raise your temperature a few degrees, the story will. Grab a fan before reading this one, because it really heats up. This is such a lovely book. The author writes characters that make you feel as if you literally stepped into the pages of her book. Characters are definitely the strong point of the novel. It does take a while to untangle them in the beginning but read carefully and persevere, itâs worth it. A lot of it is predictable but it doesnât detract from the story at all, since itâs written with humor, entertaining situations and interesting characters.
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Itâs hot. I feel so hotâŚ.. Courtney wondered if it was because she had drunk too much as she felt hot all over. Then,
she vaguely heard what she thought was the sound of the door being pushed open.
When she forced herself to open her eyes and look toward the only light source, she saw a few people standing perfectly straight at the door with reverence. They were greeting a tall and erect figure that was walking toward them from the other end of the red carpet.The manâs long legs came to a stop before he asked in a cold voice, âHave you confirmed that sheâs clean?â
Yes, Master.âWhat are they saying? Who is that guy? Is he Isaac?Courtney wanted to open her eyes wide to see the man carefully, but the room to the door was closed. Now, she couldnât see anything clearly; she could only hear the sound of someoneâs footsteps bapproaching her bed.
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of Love At First Night Novel In a presidential suite in Fonta Hotel. Steamy groans filled the dark room. âIt hurtsâŚ. It hurts so muchâŚâ Judith Cooper wondered if she was dreaming and why her body was so painful. âItâll go away in a minute. Hang on for a little bit.â A manâs sexy, magnetic voice came near her ear. It was low and with somewhat suppressed pain. Judith snorted in discomfort, but the discomfort, as the man said, was indeed relieved in a while. That manâs kisses were gentle but firm. They landed on Judithâs neck, breasts and thighs like rain, and then lingered on the breast part. Though his lips were a little cold, they ignited Judithâs body like they were carrying magical sparkles. Groans slipped out of Judithâs lips. Her senses told her to dodge, but her body did the opposite. She leaned forward to let that man get easier access to her boobs.. That manâs hands moved past every inch of Judithâs body, almost burning her. Her body tensed up more and more, and she crossed her legs like she wanted to stop the manâs trespassing, yet her wet body told another story. Read the complete episode for more exciting views thanksssâŚ
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The CEOâs Ingenious Wife is a beautiful novel with a heart-wrenching story. If this cover doesnât raise your temperature a few degrees, the story will. Grab a fan before reading this one, because it really heats up. This is such a lovely book. The author writes characters that make you feel as if you literally stepped into the pages of her book. Characters are definitely the strong point of the novel. It does take a while to untangle them in the beginning but read carefully and persevere, itâs worth it. A lot of it is predictable but it doesnât detract from the story at all, since itâs written with humor, entertaining situations and interesting characters. The CEOâs Ingenious Wife It is fiction geared toward women, but the message is one we all need to be reminded of in our age of snap judgments & ready condemnations donât judge someone till you have walked a mile in their shoes and while at times the story is entertaining, sometimes itâs a long mile. It turned out to be more elaborate and interesting. As with all endings, there are things that need to be tied up, and the author did this nicely. It was well-paced, and the reader gets closure. It goes down like an ice-cold guilty pleasure on a hot beach-reading day. This book is perfect for those looking for an easy summer beach read. If you enjoy hard fiction, you will definitely love this book. Even if you think you are not interested in a heavy story, pacing and the optimism of the writing is more than enough to make this book a wonderful, exciting read. To cut the story short, this is an outstanding novel with a powerful story that will keep you up all the night in a highly entertaining way.
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Sheâs the woman who can bear my child?â âYes, Master Nicholas. Sheâs the only one in the entire Brentwood City who is genetically compatible with you.â In the darkness, Tessa Reinhart was half-delirious as she lay on the king-sized bed, clutching and clawing at her thin clothes. She felt as if flames were licking her body, and she whined, âItâs so hot, I canât stand itâŚâ The door closed with a heavy thud, and a towering figure sauntered over to the bed. Tessa tried to open her eyes to see the person approaching, but all she could make out were the blurry edges of what would otherwise have been a rather chiseled face. Even so, she could still feel the dominance that radiated from the person, and as he drew near, the air around her suddenly grew so dense that she could hardly breathe.
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The First Day of the Red Moon Festival. The streets of the Capital were crowded with people from all over the country, as they all gathered near the Palace to celebrate. For the Dragon Empire, the Red Moon Festival was one of the biggest celebrations of the year, held to flaunt its power and wealth to the neighboring kingdoms. Every wealthy person in the country waited for this day, so they could display their riches, and those who werenât as prosperous found creative ways to appear to be. Warriors in shiny armor, officials in pretty carriages, women dripping in lavish jewelry, and even children in their best attire. If one had any assets, he was to proudly display them, or else, hide in shame. For in the Dragon Empire, money and possessions meant power and power was everything.