Desperate to handle her grandmother's towering medical bills, Gianna agreed to a contract marriage with Tristan, the enigmatic man she'd once shared a one-night stand with. She assumed they'd fulfill each other's needs and dissolve the arrangement once the terms expired. Unbeknownst to Gianna, this marriage was a dream Tristan had clung to for ten relentless years. Certain she was just filling someone else's role, Gianna prepared to leave when that other woman returned. But Tristan, his eyes burning with unspoken emotion, seized her trembling hand and declared, "You're mine. Now and always."
Gianna Lloyd burst from the apartment, her heart hammering against her ribs as she fled.
Terror etched across her features, she sprinted forward with her torn shirt exposing one shoulder to the cool night air.
She dared not pause even for a breath, convinced her pursuer would seize her at any moment.
When she collided with someone's solid chest, Gianna's gaze darted upward in alarm.
Before her stood a man whose striking features conveyed aristocratic elegance despite his solemn expression.
Before she could react, a furious voice echoed from behind her. "Damn it! Where the hell did that bitch go? When I get my hands on her, I'll fuck her the whole night."
Every muscle in Gianna's body tensed at the sound; capture was unthinkable.
She searched the stranger's face, and something primal awakened within her.
"Sir, please help me, I beg you..." Gianna whispered, her trembling fingers clutching his sleeve while tears glistened in her eyes.
Tristan Murray glanced down at the woman who had crashed into his arms. Annoyance flashed across his face, but it dissolved into recognition when he saw her face.
Just as despair began to creep into Gianna's heart, Tristan enveloped her in his overcoat.
His voice was low, steady. "Don't resist. Just follow me."
Darkness surrounded Gianna, yet rather than fear, an unexpected sense of security washed over her.
Tristan's arm encircled her waist, holding her against him with unusual protectiveness, as though fearing she might vanish.
Oblivious to his peculiar behavior, Gianna instinctively clutched his shirt and allowed him to guide her forward.
The subtle scent of alcohol emanating from his skin crashed into Gianna's heightened senses.
Shortly thereafter, she heard hinges creak as a door swung open, and he ushered her into his apartment.
The door clicked shut, but Tristan maintained his protective hold.
Gianna clung to him, her self-control evaporating with each passing second.
His intoxicating scent overwhelmed her, drawing her body towards his with magnetic force, creating a desperate longing for skin-to-skin contact.
Tristan tilted Gianna's chin upward, noting her unfocused gaze and the unnatural flush spreading across her cheeks. His brow furrowed with concern. "Were you drugged?"
Now sheltered from immediate danger, the final threads of Gianna's rationality unraveled, allowing the drug to claim complete dominion over her consciousness, rendering Tristan's words incomprehensible.
She registered only the tantalizing sensation of his cool, calloused fingers against her feverish skin-a touch she found impossible to resist.
Following primal instinct, she rose onto her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his, whispering, "Help me... Please..."
Gianna pressed her mouth to his, instinctively parting his lips and offering the velvet caress of her tongue.
After a moment of stunned hesitation, Tristan returned her kiss with unexpected fervor.
In that instant, Gianna discovered that kisses existed in countless variations.
Molten desire pooled between her thighs, intensifying when his cool palm enveloped her heated breast and teased the sensitive peak. For the first time, she experienced pleasure cascading through her body like liquid fire.
Lost in sensation, Gianna could not determine whether the drug alone was responsible for her abandon.
When he finally joined their bodies, confusion and exhilaration mingled within her. Gianna clutched his back urgently, her fingertips discovering a landscape of raised scars.
There was no time for questions; she buried her face against his neck, her voice quavering as she pleaded, "Harder..."
Without hesitation, Tristan complied, increasing the intensity of his movements.
His burning chest pressed against hers as exquisite pleasure engulfed her until consciousness itself dissolved into blissful oblivion.
When Gianna finally awakened, afternoon light streamed through unfamiliar windows.
The strange sensations coursing through her body jolted her fully awake, and she bolted upright.
Across from the bed sat a stranger impeccably attired, his strikingly handsome face bearing a refined yet gentle demeanor, an aura of restrained power surrounding him.
Gianna panicked. Had she and this man slept together last night?
"Awake?" Tristan absently rubbed the ring adorning his middle finger, his tone deliberately neutral.
Gianna's racing thoughts scattered, and she lowered her gaze, unable to meet his eyes.
She felt as though there existed no safe place for her gaze to land in the entire room.
"About last night..." She hesitated, struggling to find the right words.
But Tristan cut her off before she could continue. "I'll take responsibility for what happened."
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
“Drive this woman out!” "Throw this woman into the sea!” When he doesn’t know Debbie Nelson’s true identity, Carlos Hilton cold-shoulders her. “Mr. Hilton, she is your wife,” Carlos’ secretary reminded him. Hearing that, Carlos gives him a cold stare and complained, “why didn’t you tell me earlier?” From then on, Carlos spoils her rotten. Little did everyone expect that they would get a divorce.
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
My boyfriend called, "Baby!" as he jumped out of bed and scrambled to pull his pants off the ground. "Please, I can explain my love." Shutting my eyes, I inhaled deeply and tried not to cry when I realized that my dream of the man not being my boyfriend had been dashed. "What?" I asked, "What do you want to explain?" How did you lie about having a business meeting while you were in bed enjoying yourself with my best friend, even though I told you I was in serious pain, is that it?" I stood there, my heart pounding, and tears streaming down my face...
The day Lilah found out that she was pregnant, she caught her fiancé cheating on her. Her remorseless fiancé and his mistress almost killed her. Lilah fled for her dear life. When she returned to her hometown five years later, she happened to save a little boy's life. The boy's father turned out to be the world's richest man. Everything changed for Lilah from that moment. The man didn't let her experience any inconvenience. When her ex-fiancé bullied her, he crushed the scumbag's family and also rented out an entire island just to give Lilah a break from all the drama. He also taught Lilah's hateful father a lesson. He crushed all her enemies before she even asked. When Lilah's vile sister threw herself at him, he showed her a marriage certificate and said, "I'm happily married and my wife is much more beautiful than you are!" Lilah was shocked. "When did we ever get married? Last I checked, I was still single." With a wicked smile, he said, "Honey, we've been married for five years. Isn't it about time we had another child together?" Lilah's jaw dropped to the floor. What the hell was he talking about?
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."