Next, she reached behind her and unzipped her skirt. It slid down and she stepped out of it, tossing it to another service rep who caught it… his mouth wide open but no sound coming out. By now, everyone was staring. But it was the shock and admiration on Ross’ face that put all her fears to rest. She was just hgetting started.

As she moved closer, he looked her up and down… bra, panties, garter, hose, heels. She knew his cock was swelling even before she saw the growing bulge in his pants. You could hear a pin drop in the office. Unanswered phones were ringing, necks craning over the cubes. Cami giggled as she reached Ross. His assistant sat at her desk with her mouth agape. “Hold his calls please”, Cami told her sweetly, as she took his hand and led him into his office. He closed his door behind them....read more

He peppered featherlight kisses towards my mouth and I turned to meet his soft lips, yearning to be closer to him.

“You’re driving me crazy.”

“That’s the idea.” His laughter was shaky, letting me know he was just as affected as I was.

I turned and reached for him, desperate for more contact. He indulged my desire and allowed me to draw him into my arms, kissing me with the same hunger I felt. All too soon, however, he drew back.

“I’m not done yet.” He laid kisses along my throat, and along my collarbone, taking a long, torturous path towards my breasts. His mouth closed around one of my nipples as his hand sought the other one, teasing and tweaking before switching his attention.

The nipples were almost painfully puckered from the tender onslaught and my mind hazy with pleasure. His tongue traced a path from the nipple he had been laving, following the path of my scars. My back arched as my moans increased as he paid attention to every inch of them as if they were his own personal roadmap.

“How could you think these are ugly considering the pleasure they give us both?” He laid a kiss between my breasts then came back to kiss me as his hand trailed over my stomach.

I couldn’t answer, only moan in response as his elegant hand quested lower.

His fingers slid into my underwear and I sighed as he sought my clit. “So wet already.”

My hands gripped his shoulders as my hips came up, desperate for his touch.

A sudden ringing made us tense.

“Keep going.” My lover kissed me before he vanished, leaving me alone in my empty bed.

“Damn it.” My eyes flew open and took in the pitch black room.

I was too Hot to wallow in self pity and reached into my nightstand for my favorite toy. A few presses was all it took as I settled it over my clit. I let the waves work their magic as I slid a finger inside of me, pumping them in and out slowly as I imagined my distant lover also pleasuring himself.

The waves rose higher and I came with a gasp, a sweet release that started at my pussy and took over my whole body. More followed and I shook with pleasure, my lovers name on my lips.

When I could take no more I collapsed and came back down slowly, letting my breathing even out.

The bed felt warm as if someone had been there and I laughed at myself for thinking, even if it was for a moment, that he had actually been in bed with me. “Self isolation really has you going...read more

Two shadows loomed in the doorway for a moment, and then the door shut with a solid clunk.

Her heart rate picked up. Not one but two suited and booted men, tall, dark, ties loose and collars open, walked in. One had just the right amount of end-of-the-day stubble and he nodded her way as they walked to the opposite end of the bar, clearly comfortable in the surroundings. Frequent patrons.

She bit on her bottom lip and crossed her stockinged legs, knowing damn well they looked good. She bobbed her foot, her pointed high heels stabbing the air.

The other guy, neat dark beard, set his attention on her, his eyes roaming from her face, down her body to her dangling shoe then slowly back up again.

She sipped her drink as a small thrill went through her. His expression told her he liked what he saw.

Come and get it, big boy......read more

She’s swaying those hips like she knows how good she looks to me—how ravishing. She looks better than ever. Still, into her dancing and the gym, I reckon. She’s thirty now and even more of a goddess. But it was never just her looks or her incredible body I loved. I adored her, through and through. Her sassiness, confidence, and her particular way of always making people feel special. Nobody has made me feel so special since her. I’ve missed her like crazy, and from the way she’s wriggling her peachy butt around in front of me, she’s missed me, too.

I need to know if she tastes the same, I need to know if she’s still got that tattoo.

God, I’ve looked for love, but I never found it again.

She makes me feel raw and hungry and insatiable; I’ve missed that so damn much. That special spark is hard to find. It’s an overwhelming feeling that means you’d do crazy things, just to have them whisper your name. Like us fucking down here at the other end of the house while our dates for the night start to wonder where we are.

We’ve still not spoken a word to one another yet, but her gaping mouth is saying all kinds of things, like how hungry she is for cock. My cock. Her eyes are speaking, too. She’s asking if I still pump iron, if I still need it all the time damn. Well, yes, yes, I fucking do....read more

Teekay21:


When you got the feelings
You will never know when you start kneeling
You are putting pressure for the feelings
You raise your hands up and it touch the ceiling
LovePeddler what's yours

Omo na rap I dey try rap oo
Who feel me?

i feel you

When he enters, playfully snatching my book to see what I’m reading, I can’t help but reach out and grab him. I wrap my arms around his broad chest and hug him tightly to me. My thighs and legs too—enveloping the lower half as well as his broad shoulders, so he’s surrounded by my whole body. This kind of playful intimacy is impossible to separate from the connection I talked about before. I can only do this because I have the kind of certainty that comes from knowing George so well. I understand exactly what it is that will ramp him up from a lazy, cosy Sunday morning mood to one that’s a bit more X-rated. My red manicured nails contrast beautifully with his soft cream dressing gown, and when I reach inside to stroke his chest, then move lower to caress his already-stiffening cock, I am only confirming what I know already. This is going to go in exactlythe direction I’m aiming for.

We kiss deeply with the eagerness and enthusiasm that I’ve always been lucky enough to have, combined with George’s relaxed pace that is a newer revelation. It’s to die for. I wonder why I always used to be in such a rush! Kissing was just a step, or even an obstacle, on the road towards sex: almost perfunctory, like unlocking a door. The unlocking wasn’t important, only what was revealed when you opened it. Nowadays, though, this is part and parcel of the whole thing. Sex doesn’t start where kissing ends. Kissing is sex and sex is kissing. All steps in the exact same dance. The wet, soft, sensual pleasure of his tongue against my lips and the small moans and sighs he lets out as I stroke his exposed skin at the neck of the dressing gown: this is not something I want to rush. He grips my legs and strokes too—enjoying the subtler pleasures of skin-against-skin. This is a man who knows he doesn’t need to hurry to get my clothes off. He tells me “oh yes” as I kiss his neck, and—deliciously—I can feel the pulse of my heart beat in my crotch where I press it against him. That yearning thud gets faster as our kiss grows more intense.....read more

, I affirm my promise to make this last, to take more than just a moment with him in the middle of this frantic day. He needs more than just a piece of me but the whole of me; and I need him to know he’s my priority.

He lifts the skirt of my dress and slowly peels the knickers down my legs, leaving me in my stockings and suspenders. He knows how aroused I am, just by the scent of me, and a breath catches in his throat. He wastes no time in taking to his feet and kissing me, at the same time sliding a finger along my seam and teasing out my folds. I am already as wet as can be and he looks feral as he slides his fingers inside my body. I could come any second. I’ve been Hot ever since I put this set on earlier today. Just the thought of him unwrapping me has had me constantly aroused, nipples stiff, belly throbbing at the thought of his gorgeous cock being back inside me.

Michael starts to plunge his fingers in and out of my pussy, my walls tensing, on the cusp… when he stops, because he knows I will shatter if he’s not careful....read more

I boldly press between the cleft of my mound. I gasp. The delicious surprise of the initial touchdown of finger to clit never ceases to amaze me. It’s as wonderful each time as if it’s the first. It’s not less than. Ever.

My pussy juices coat my finger as I rub and play with my clit and vulva. My breathing is ramping up. I press my lips together, open my mouth, lick my lips as I ready myself for all my hormones to send my body soaring.

It’s all about worshipping my clit, in certain moments imagining my lover pleasuring me selflessly and others focusing on myself alone, as I stroke my swelling flesh that is so packed with nerve endings I get to fly inside my own body.

What a perfect gift it is to be a woman.

I drag my moist fingers up my stomach. They have more fun to deliver across my nipples. I run my touch around the areola of my left breast which arouses me further. Groping my breasts my desire flares. Nipple stimulation tugs at my pussy and I want more. I don’t just crave it; I need it. I stimulate my nipples a bit more, but I can’t resist reaching for the golden pot that is my cunt. I grin devilishly at the dirty talk, cherishing my ownership of it.

With one hand on tit, I ride my nipple while my other hand works my cleft to unearth my precious wet bean, the gift at the head of my clitoris. My clit is properly thickening as I explore. This is going to be an epic play time.

My pussy deserves both hands. Ah the bliss of ten fingers alternating their perfect pressure on my groin is luscious. I press, rub, handle, and anoint other parts of my cleft and vulva with the juices of my womanhood.

My breath catches as I swiftly ascend the hill to climax. It’s going to be a quick rise this time and big finish. I can feel it’s looming embrace, its consuming hands hugging my consciousness completely helping me seize.....read more

I imagined the pornographic situation and let my Hot thoughts play with each other. I envisioned how her pink nipples would escape first and then the rest of her glory would fall out in turn and she might tumble her indecency into me.

Her bare big boobs would rub against the front of my body and I would be ridiculously turned on—too hot to resist more of her skin and curves. I’d delicately cup her breasts, ostensibly to provide her with some modesty, but also because, god-damn, they were works of art.

I tried to hold back how much I looked at her while my mind fantasised away. She must get so many people leering at her. I wondered if a woman ogling would be less bothersome to her than guys would?

I didn’t get her attention or order a drink right away. I wanted to watch her for a while first. There were other waitstaff in that same orange uniform bikini but none with her proportions or panache.

Vanessa walked with absolute confidence, even on four-inch vinyl heels. She was moving swiftly but kept her cool. I was particularly curious to see how she handled customers at the various tables. The place was busy enough so I could observe her without being too obvious...........READ MORE

Her pussy was throbbing, her nipples tight points rubbing against her bra. She stole a glance at Sylvan. He’d freed his cock, masturbating as he watched her deep Drinking his friend. He wasn’t as hard as Steve, but he would be… soon.

Cherry didn’t think she could be any more turned on. Her night had certainly taken a shift for the better.

Steve was on the edge, groaning, gasping, a drip of pre-cum leaking onto her tongue, hot and salty. That was her cue. She lifted up, leaving him moaning with his head thrown back and his cock rigid.

“Sylvan,” she said, stepping up to him, pussy exposed. “Can you help me with this?” Turning she exposed her ass, then directed his hand to the zipper.

“With pleasure.” He tugged it down, the material loosening. Damn, she wanted it off. She wanted to be naked with these two hot-for-it guys.

“God, you just drove me crazy,” Steve said, fisting his cock and watching as Sylvan buried his face between her ass cheeks, kissing noisily.

Quickly she discarded the dress. Then tipped forward, breathing heavily as Sylvan dragged his tongue up the crack of her ass cheeks.

“I want to come,” Steve said. “I want you to come.....READ MORE

Ah my body was so wanting a Hot feast, it felt alive and seeking. Surely I must be every boyfriend’s perfect welcome home offering I giggled to myself. Pleasure hormones were deliriously ravishing my body… a day of girl’s retail delights had triggered a powerful surge of an intoxicating high now mixing with the Prosecco bubbles at lunchtime resulting in a sexy dose of feminine horniness. I felt elated and wanted that feeling to continue as I enjoyed the sensation of having a wild streak of pleasure surging through me. Hmm I don’t care what he is doing I thought to myself, this girl is after more pleasure than he can give and he’s going to find me straddling his body so I can feel him and that monster cock of his deep inside.

I bundled through the door with my bags clanging by my side, keys rustling and jingling as I pulled them clear of the door lock. I was home at last but what a day. A perfect combination and by the looks of it not too missed I thought as I peered through the kitchen door to see a sexy naked bare torso reclined in front of a large flickering screen. Of course Saturday afternoon sport was the entertainment of his choice but I had other ideas on my mind. I called through......READ MORE

Alexa longed to rekindle the passion she had once had for her husband, Joel. She still loved him. He was smart, he was the kindest man she knew, and he had a body to die for. She really wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, but the way they were going now, she wasn’t sure that was going to happen. They argued, a lot, and there were no more cuddles and kisses during the week. Alexa was often busy with work, even during the off-hours, and would snap at him about nothing. She knew she was unreasonable, but it was a cycle that was hard to break. Joel too worked long days. She suspected he had stopped trying to approach her after she’d pushed him away one too many times.

So when there was an opportunity to take a short break, she did so immediately. Happy to be out of her stuffy office, standing here, nearly naked in the hot afternoon sun, she stretched languidly, hoping Joel would soon join her. She wanted to share this beautiful place with him, in more ways than one, outdoor sex had been on her mind the moment they’d entered the beauty of the resort.....READ MORE

This morning provides the perfect opportunity for switchy sex. I’m lounging on the bed in these little frilly shorts, with Sylvan looking over the rim of his glasses at the way my smooth, long legs almost gleam in the morning sunshine. As soon as I get that shiver of longing I just think… yes. Right now. This is the kind of moment that cries out for this kind of play.

He kisses me, deep and long, while spooning me from behind. His big, gentle hands stroking and squeezing at my bum in those small silky shorts. It gives me a kick of that naughtiness that, for some reason, my heart’s always chasing. The need to feel insignificant-yet-cared-for at the hands of a softly dominant man.

I remember on one of our very early dates before we’d ever even seen each other naked, Sylvan asked me—over the rim of a wine glass filled with a.....READ MORE

“Larissa, I put a new patient in room four for you,” Merry Haines, the Hope County Hospital ER charge nurse, called out.

“Okay.” Larissa Brockman finished documenting on her recent discharge and then pushed away from the computer. The hour was well past midnight, but the ER remained incredibly busy on this Memorial Day Friday night. Or rather, Saturday morning.

She crossed over to room four but then stopped abruptly in the doorway as she saw the familiar face of her patient. Annie Hinkle, a fifty-year-old woman looking a decade older than she should, was seated on the gurney cradling her right arm against her chest.

No. Not again. The tiny hairs lifted on the back of her neck in alarm. This was the second time Annie had been here over the past month. The last time was for a black eye that she swore was not caused by her husband, Kurt’s, fist.

What would be her story this time? Larissa took a deep breath and let it out slowly before entering the room. “Hello, Annie.”

“Hi.” Annie’s gaze barely met hers before skittering away.

“What did you do to your arm?” Larissa asked, keeping her voice gentle as she approached. She had the distinct impression the woman was on the edge and wouldn’t hesitate to flee if cornered.

“I fell off the front porch—you know how klutzy I am.” Annie refused to meet her gaze but kept staring down at her arm as if the injury might heal itself if she concentrated hard enough....read more

bows his head so low that he cannot see his horses. The patient

beasts, however, plod along the miry road, unerringly taking their course to

the distant stable door. The highway sometimes passes through a grove on the

edge of a forest, and the trees creak and groan as they writhe in the heavy

blasts. In occasional groups of pines there is sighing and moaning almost

human in suggestiveness of trouble. Never had Nature been in a more dismal

mood, never had she been more prodigal of every element of discomfort, and

never had the hero of my story been more cast down in heart and hope than on

this chaotic day which, even to his dull fancy, appeared closing in harmony

with his feelings and fortune. He is going home, yet the thought brings no

assurance of welcome and comfort. As he cowers upon the seat of his market.....READ FULL STORY

SOON after sunrise, on a cloudy morning in the year 1881, a special messenger disturbed the repose of Dennis Howmore, at his place of residence in the pleasant Irish town of Ardoon.

Well acquainted apparently with the way upstairs, the man thumped on a bedroom door, and shouted his message through it: “The master wants you, and mind you don’t keep him waiting.”

The person sending this peremptory message was Sir Giles Mountjoy of Ardoon, knight and banker. The person receiving the message was Sir Giles’s head clerk. As a matter of course, Dennis Howmore dressed himself at full speed, and hastened to his employer’s private house on the outskirts of the town.

He found Sir Giles in an irritable and anxious state of mind. A letter lay open on the banker’s bed, his night-cap was crumpled crookedly on his head, he was in too great a hurry to remember the claims of politeness, when the clerk said “Good morning.....read more

I stopped in my tracks to take in the still-surprising sight of him in my bed. He held out his hand to me and I moved to sit on the edge of the bed and smile down at him. He looked younger, clearer, more like he might have back then, I thought, with her.

He slid a hand under my hair, wrapped it around the nape of my neck and pulled me to him. He kissed me, then buried his face in my neck. "I know we have to go soon, but..."

I covered him with my body and kissed him everywhere, each kiss a prayer. The noon light filtered through the curtains and reflected out in strange glowing shapes from inside the dresser mirror. And sound itself seemed to hush.

When my prayers were done I rose and, straddling him, began moving my hips in slow circles over his. He watched my eyes as I ran my hands down the length of his waist over and over again. And in that warm forgiving moment, we witnessed each other into becoming; adjusting ourselves, together, into this new place....READ MORE

It was early evening the next day when Ashlynn and Johnathan were enjoying a bit of cuddle time in front of the window overlooking St. Georgina bay That Ashlynn asked to hear more about Johnathan's previous blackmail experience.

"Well you certainly seem excited to hear." He said in a coy manner. Ashlynn's answer was quite to the point.

"Well Hell yes! I told you before that blackmail stories are 'my thing,' and now I find out I'm living with a blackmailer? I've spent most of my day today with my hand between my legs! Bae, I've cum twice today already! Dammit man, I want you inside me now!" Ashlynn liked how her Man reacted, literally tearing her robe off her, turned her over onto all fours, and with no fanfare shoved her face into the bed, her ass up, and his dick into Ashlynn from behind, slamming it in and out like a jackhammer. With one hand holding her hips, the other holding her at the neck and pushing her into the bed, in no time at all Ashlynn released her murder-scream, her body convulsing in reaction to His dick and a spectacular feeling of warmth washed over her as He shot a huge load of cum deep inside her. They lay for a time just staring at the Sun riding lower and lower on the Gulf before Johnathan began to tell the rest of his story.

Johnathan was glad he had just blown a huge load, because as he began to tell this tale his woman took his cock in hand and started stroking and sucking it as his story continued. "Dayummm Bae..." he got out.

SLUUURP-"C'mon, tell me some more." She said as she put the head in her mouth. Lifting off for a moment she said "I'm listening..." though it came out garbled with His dick in her mouth.

Well, I knew that Cole wouldn't return from his business trip for several more days, so the next day when I got home from work, I called Antoinette on the phone, and told her to come across the hall to his apartment wearing nothing but a night shirt....no bra, no panties. I thought she would balk at that because she grumbled for a few minutes, but eventually agreed -- I mean what choice did she really have?" As he said this Johnathan playfully rubbed Ashlynn's butthole and the entrance to her vagina, making her moan.

"So when she knocked on his door, I opened it, and was standing th..........READ MORE

Tippy arrived at Nika's place after Nika got off work the next day. Her bedroom was illuminated with scented candles, lavender and a hint of sage and roses. Nika was in a red flowered kimono that barely covered her ass when she walked Tippy could see that she was wearing nothing below at all, and her breasts were bare as well with her glorious nipples visible through the thin material.

Tippy smiled, "How does this work?" Tippy rarely spent time and energy on self-care, she had never been to a spa or had a spa day with the girls. Preferring to work herself mercilessly. The closest she ever got to indulging her own pleasure was embracing her multi-orgasmic nature when her lover's male or female went down on her. Or maybe letting Richard massage her shoulders when he sensed she was too tense to let loose and have fun with him. She was growing quite fond of Richard. He was good to her in bed and out. Maybe if Bret didn't come back into her life, she should make things with Richard more permanent when she graduated. Tippy never went for Mani/pedis that would be too self-indulgent. Kate usually did her nails and toes. Kate was happy to pamper her when she allowed it. Best roomie ever....READ MORE

My eyes were hungrily gawking his while he kept pounding me on his thigh. With each jump, my fingers grabbed the silky fabric of his shirt even tighter, asking him for more, for more of that pleasure that was devouring me every second.

I bit my lower lip, trying to supress my squirms and moans in my breathy voice while grinding my wetness on him. I glanced up at his eyes while they were already set on me with lust and desire overflowing out of them. I could read his thoughts, sparkling. I hid my face in my arms, flustered while squeaking slowly.

Suddenly, he stopped, making me gasp and squirm. Grabbing my face, he made me look up at him, in those sparkling caramel eyes.

"Princess, do you want me to stop and leave you aching for more?" he whispered, spanking me while I tried to rub myself on him.

"No.. please" I begged, licking my lips, asking him for more of it.

He smirked, squeezing my cheek with his hand and whispered again, close to my ears,

"In that case, I want my baby to look at me and show me how desperately she wants it..."

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Heaven Eloise, another name for beauty and grace. In her life, she had everything normal like any other girl of her age. Her naive self thought the world outside is equally beautiful as it looks, but truth starts to unfold as soon as her dad passed away...

Julian Lozano, a ruthless, Italian Mafia Leader who owns the states in his hands. He carries a dark personality with untold truths that makes others fear him for the power he holds. Playing with hearts and lives isn't anything new to talk about but this is destined to change when he finds some....READ MORE

We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck.

"I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me.

"What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin....READ MORE

Pria Harlow is a Twenty-three-year-old living in Olympic Valley Nevada who doesn't know what she wants to do with her life but for now, she works at her dad's law office just to make money.

Her mom passed when she was fifteen and so she spent a lot of time with her best friend Sofia and their family growing up.

When Sophia explained her older brother Dane and his wife were trying to have kids and couldn't Pria suggested that she would be their surrogate.

Things were going great until there was an accident and she was literally stuck holding the baby.....READ MORE

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Maya, an innocent nurse, finds herself forced to accept protection from the Phantoms motorcycle gang, specifically the dangerous, irresistible biker, Jake Ford.

*****

Maya, a kind nurse, has a normal life and a normal boyfriend, Sebastian. But one day she drops off a letter to a prison for a patient under her care, and finds herself being watched over by a dangerous, handsome biker. It turns out Maya is under the protection of Jake Ford, and despite her feelings for Sebastian, she can't resist the pull of Jake's strong arms, dark looks and chequered past. Soon criminals are coming after her, and Jake is the only one who can keep her safe. Will Maya hide behind her good-girl reputation, or let go and lose herself in the passionate world of Jake Ford?.....READ MORE

have loved him for as long as I can remember. Stared at those long brown locks of hair for more days then I can count, and found myself lost in his gorgeous blue eyes. My boss, Cameron James has captured my attention for a long five years. He was powerful, confident and sexy. So sinfully sexy that I found myself just shaking under his presence. He was everything that I wanted, and needed in my life. But I was just his lonely and homely secretary with frizzy brown hair. He could never love someone like me, not with the gorgeous blonde's that were always attached to his arm. Unrequited love was painful, and I hated that I loved someone so passionately that would never love me back.....




She was beautiful, in such a different way than the other women in my life. I knew I was going to hire her the moment she stepped into my office all those years ago. There was just something in those eyes that pulled me in, her bright green eyes that left me speechless the first time I saw them. She always had unruly hair that she tried her hardest to pin back into a bun, but kept falling out. I laughed often watching her through my office window, watching her as she blew fly away hairs out of her face and got frustrated when her hair tie broke from the thickness of her hair. She was the one person that kept me grounded in this crazy life of mine. And no matter how many woman I slept with, or spent my time with, my mind just went back to my shy, frizzy haired secretary.......READ MORE

As Claire aims to leave her oppressive stepfamily behind, she befriends Zion. Will he be her ticket to freedom or a distraction in achieving her dreams?

*****

Claire Olsen has had a crush on Zion Petrakis since the first time she laid eyes on him, but he never noticed, instead only having eyes on the school's it girl, Maddie Jennings. Knowing she couldn't compete with Maddie, Claire hid her feelings for Zion, satisfied with admiring him from afar. However, when a series of events led Claire closer to Zion, her feelings for him grew from infatuation to love. And despite fighting hard to keep her feelings contained by distancing herself from Zion, he was determined to show her that he's earned a spot in her life.....READ MORE

...It's funny though to think her one night stand would lead to her joy, her very existence, her son!

Being duped by her groom at the altar, is all it takes for Mikaella Sandoval to sacrifice her virginity to a complete stranger who swoops in at the right time and at the right place leading to the most beautiful mistake she ever made, her precious son, Seth Sandoval!!


Meet Roman Cervantes, a stinking rich billionaire who despises Mikaella for being a slut or so he thi nks. When he finds out he has a son with Mikaella, he has two options for her;

Either marry him and make a complete happy family in the eyes of the media...

Or reject his first offer and he'll take Seth away from her.....READ MORE

"I love you neither with my heart nor with my mind.
Just in case the heart might stop , the mind can forget.
I love you with my soul.
Soul never forgets."
-Rumi

Kabir Singhania a typical businessman with loads of money, and looks. A past betrayal has made him believe that true love does not exists.
Here comes Naina Bedi . A doctor by profession who is beautiful inside out. Sudden demise of her parents at a young age and losing someone very special has made her oblivious to fears.
What happens when two people with different ideologies meet?

Join in the journey with me.....READ MORE

What happens when you meet the man of your dreams? What happens when you fall in love with him over the little arguments you have that shows that he cares or that half smile he makes when he looks at you? What happens when he is the source of your happiness and you know that no matter what happens, you can't live without him?

Alexandra Smith and Luke Williams meet at Carwell Highschool on Alexandra's first day at school after moving into the new town Carwell after a tragic event happens in her old town. She meets Luke and to her it's love at first sight, does he feel the same way though?
Is Luke playing hard to get?......READ MORE

Sandwiched between two exceptional siblings, Taylor Edwards never felt like she stood out—except for her history of running away when things get too complicated. Then her dad receives unexpected, terrible news, and the family makes the last-minute decision to spend the summer together in the cramped quarters at their old lake house.

Taylor hasn't been to the summerhouse since she was twelve, and she definitely never planned on going back. Up at the lake she is confronted with people she thought she had left behind, like her former best friend Lucy, and Henry Crosby, her first crush, who's all grown up...and a lot cuter. Suddenly Taylor is surrounded by memories she'd rather leave in the past—but she can't run away this time.

As the days lying on the beach pass into nights gazing at the stars, Taylor realizes she has a second chance—with friends, with family, maybe even with love. But she knows that once the summer ends, there is no way to recapture what she stands to lose. From Morgan Matson, the PW Flying Start author of Amy & Roger’s Epic Detour, this is a remarkable new novel about hope in the face of heartbreaking grief......READ MORE