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"Do you think my eyes can hold the light of the moon?” Cleo stared deep into Ward’s dark eyes, eyes she could find herself getting lost in with no thought of returning to the real world. The wind whipped off the Atlantic and tugged at her hair, almost as if it were trying to pull them apart, but she wouldn’t permit it. Nothing was going to take her from his arms.
Ward smiled, caressing the side of her head, his eyes a soft expression of the passion he had planned for them as he gazed down at her. “I think your eyes could hold the light of a thousand moons and a million stars. Yet, even then, the constellations would pale in comparison to the sparkle in your eyes whenever I look at you.”
She placed her hand over his, pressing it softly against her. “If only this night could last.”
He stepped closer, his eyes staring at her lips with an intensity that stirred the passion between her legs. She hungered to taste those lips, to feel them against her flesh. “This night can last forever, even after the sun rises to a new day. As long as we hold tight to each other, this night will never fade, and time will forever stand still, as it always does when I am in your arms.”
She could feel her heart thumping in her chest, her breathing ragged in her ears. “Oh, Ward…”
“What the..?” Lily Mason reached up, rubbing the spot on her head that had just been pelted with a wadded-up straw wrapper. “What was that for?” She asked with a slight giggle in her voice.
Brian Wilson took the seat across from her, laughing as he stabbed the lid to his sweet tea with the straw he had just stripped. “I called your name three times. Whatever you’re reading must be pretty engrossing. It’s caused you to totally tune out. Steamy hot love scene?”
Lily glanced down at the paperback in her hand. Her lunch was half-eaten in front of her as she sat there, feet propped up on the hard plastic chair in front of her, lost in the romantic world of author Jack Sutherland. She bought his latest mystery romance as soon as it hit the shelves, just as she had with all of his previous novels. Overboard was his best book yet, and Lily had been so absorbed in it that she didn’t even realize her lunch ended fifteen minutes ago. Brian was right—it was one hell of a steamy romance. “Oh, wow. I’m sorry. I bet Charlie’s having a fit.”
Brian just chuckled as he unwrapped his sandwich. “When is Charlie not having a fit?”
Lily laughed with him as she began to clean up her lunch mess. “True story.”
“Luckily, you’ll be getting away from his snippety behavior over the next few days, though. You looking forward to your weekend getaway?” He brushed his walnut-colored bangs out of his eyes as he settled back in his chair to enjoy his lunch. “It’s a book signing, right? For your daughter?”
Lily stuffed her plastic containers back into her lunch box. “Yeah, so it’ll be a working weekend without benefit of pay. I’m going as her assistant.” She walked over to the trash can and tossed her garbage away, still talking. “I actually volunteered this time.” Walking back over to the table, she pointed to the book she left beside her lunch box. “My favorite author is going to be there and I’m really looking forward to rubbing elbows with him.” Actually, she was hoping to rub more than just elbows. A lady could dream, right?
She watched as Brian picked up the paperback, flipping it over to the back, so he could scan the blurb. “What does he write?”
Standing by the breakroom table, she waited while he finished reading. If Charlie was already annoyed, a few more moments of tardiness wasn’t going to matter. The manager of Dollar Mania had two moods—happy and dick. “Romance mystery,” she said when Brian finished reading. “I won his first book in a giveaway at one of Cassie’s events. He wasn’t even there. He had to cancel at the last minute. After reading it, I was surprised that a man could write romance so well. Nicholas Sparks has competition now.” She took the book from Brian as he handed it to her. “Some of his sex scenes left me panting.”
Brian laughed as he twisted the top off his Coke bottle. “Hoping to help him out with some research while you’re there?”
She winked at him. “There’s always hope.” She grabbed her lunch box as she said, “See you back out on the floor.” He said have fun as she passed through the breakroom doorway and back out for another four hours of hell.
When she slipped back out onto the floor, after tucking her lunch box and the book she would rather be reading back in her locker, Charlie made a point of staring at his watch while tapping his foot. Lily just walked over and patted his paunch belly, offering him a smile. “I’ll skip my next break to make up the time.”
“Yes, you will,” he said, dropping his hands to his hips. “And don’t pat my stomach.”
“Well, I would have tousled your hair, but…” She made a point of staring at his bald head. She shrugged. “Well…you know.”
She turned and walked away before getting her boss any more frustrated. While it was true Charlie could be a real jerk at times, pushing his buttons was one of her hobbies. She needed to do something to keep from screaming while staring at the same merchandise day after day and putting up with asinine customers who expected quite a bit for their measly dollar. Her daughter, Cassie, was always telling her to quit and find another job, but it would be the same chaos, just a different store. Besides, she had Charlie broken in already. She didn’t want to train another boss.
The rest of the day was spent stocking shelves, picking trash up from the floor, and finding merchandise a customer left in the wrong spot after changing their mind about purchasing it four aisles over from where they picked it up. Lazy people. As she worked, the routine so down pat that it was now a mindless activity, her thoughts drifted to Brian’s question about her helping Jack Sutherland with the research for his books. Wouldn’t that be great if I get the chance? I wonder if he’s bringing someone with him. There were times she felt really silly obsessing over him as much as she did, but his stories really moved her. She felt as if she knew parts of his soul from the words he put in his books. There was no way a man could write the way he did about relationships and not understand the female mind—or how to make the female body squirm. While Jack Sutherland’s novels were mainly romance, the few sex scenes he wrote had left her reaching for her favorite egg-shaped toy from her nightstand. The fantasies she had envisioned while reading his books led to some of the best orgasms in her life, even including the minuscule sex life she suffered through with her ex-husband. Jack Sutherland knew how to make love to a woman and make her cry out. It was obvious with the way he wrote about it.

Romance is more than just stories between the covers of a book, and many hope the tales spring from the pages and into their lives. For the readers gathered together in historic St. Augustine for the St. Augustine Authors Event their fantasies are about to come true. Some have visions of doing more than just getting a signature from their favorite author or cover model, while even authors arrive hoping for a little spontaneous adventure. Lives change during this weekend event as people take the fantasies, which have kept them warm at night, from the pages of their novels to bring the heat into their lives as well as their sheets.

Fangirls: The Collection brings together five stories from five different ladies and shares the relationships they are hoping turn out to be more than just fantasies.

Fangirls is created by R.C. Wynne, an eGlobal Creative Publishing author.

Hello everyone I'm glad that you're here!
This is my first Romance and I was inspired by frustration 😂
I have been reading quite a few romance books and this pattern was eating me up, the guys are always the alpha, the master, the billionaire, the boss so far I have never read a book that puts a woman in a very high position.
I had read amazing books with strong and badass women but never starting in a "higher" position, If you know a book like that please write the name out so I can read it too!
Honestly, I'm done reading a book with such amazing women being "equal" by being with him, I understand that when a man recognizes a woman as their equal the relationship skyrockets.
But in my first one, I want him to start like regulars women in novels😂, in other words, in need of her help to achieve something.
I appreciate your feedback to improve my newby writing skills.
♦ PS: This book contains severe inappropriate content for sensitive readers also strong and mature language, and steamy sex scenes.
♦ There is violence, sexual abuse in psychological and physical forms, and distortion of sadism and dominance.
♦ My story has no intent to offend the BDSM community my villain has severe psychological issues he is sick and a dick!
♦ I don't own the images on this book the main sources are Google and Pinterest.

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PS: HAPPY 2021! I will try to update weekly gals, honestly, I thought review and editing will be fast and easy but it is not! LOL
Also, I saw that my chapters were too long! I was doing about 7k+ words per chapter when most of the books I read online have barely 2k+ so I split into about 3k - 5k words so it becomes a smooth reading for you all!
I wish you good reading!
Skylargreyzzz

I never thought I will be free of him, he had broken me physically, and mentally in billions of pieces, I am closed to love anyone besides my daughter's fruit of painful memories... I refused to let him keep abusing us and finally found a way out...

The scars and bruises all over my body are so deep inside my soul that I will remember forever why I never should fall in love again, why I should never trust again...

From an almost dead hopeless housewife to a multimillionaire Ice queen business owner, I had focused so much on my career that my body and mind starts to give up on me and burn for touch and caress that I had pushed far far away inside.

Until one day my besties come with this crazy idea and show me a new way of release sexual frustration 1800 Sweet Cowboys.

Personal Note

Hi readers,

I am Josie Frank, author of steamy contemporary romance and erotic novels. I love both reading and writing them!

It's like a hobby of mine.

First of all, I would like to thank you for choosing to download and save my book on you libary to read it. It really means a lot to me and am super excited!!!

I can't wait for this exciting journey!
I'm sure this book will offer you the best reading pleasure. As a compliment, like I always do I will include a few bonus stories for you just after the main book.

Hope you enjoy.

This is my very first high school novel, I haven't written one before and this is the first. I hope this novel takes you back on a ride bringing you excitement, joy, love , laughter and passion.

This novel titled "Aurora's Inferno" is like the edited version of the high school novel I started writing when I was a bit younger. But don't worry, it ain't cheesy and definitely won't make you cringe.

Okay, maybe I'll take the cringe part back. You'll definitely cringe but in the best way possible. This novel is concentrated on a lot of things.

I mean highschool isn't easy....
Theirs a lot of slut shaming.
Hate
Differentiation of class...
Bullying and many others...

I hope all the young adults who read my book come to realize that all this doesn't have any gain but just causes more pain to another.

I'm going to work on this book with so much effort without slacking off and I don't want to sleep on this novel either, so expect daily updates.

Don't forget to always vote and comment , cause every writer wants a little appreciation for their work.

Please guys you've got to work with me on this project. I don't just want to feel like am writing just for myself so I need your reviews, your thoughts and predictions without any spoilers tho. My point is let's make this novel "Like The Best".


Love you guys

Best regards 
Josie

This is a dark erotic revenge romance novel with a psychological twist*

A dark and painful past!

A devastating secret!

And a broken girl.

Aurora is focused on revenge, after all the tears and pain Nicolai Mitchell Lucious has caused her. She intends to give it all back in ten folds but she knows everything isn't what it seems. 

With a painful past that continues to still haunt her and a struggle for her to find herself stuck in a world of no rules or laws whatsoever and where family honor meant everything.

Bound by her revenge to a man who threatened and builied her life and now threatens to steal her soul and also her heart...

She needs and craves for vengeance.

As her sanity becomes more fragile, she believes enacting her revenge on her bully would bring her peace and put a stop to everything. 

But the very person she doesn't want to allow inside her shattered psyche pushed his way in.

Just like he always does...

As the 7 trails of life begins it cycle.

Will Aurora be able stop it in time.

Or will the Gods decide their fate!

Journey with Aurora and Nicolai as their story unfolds and the truth is revealed. It's definitely not one you'll be expecting!

To my loving sister Yerenica,
Winter has passed, and the first flowers of spring have bloomed in the castle garden. I have been taking a walk through the majestic garden every morning, and all my thoughts are about you and how you are doing. Do you still spend your days reading those nonsensical romance novels in the family study? I hope not. After all, you turned twenty-three a fortnight ago. It is time that you take the first step into the real world. I heard the maids gossiping that the palace will be throwing a ball in a few weeks. Why don't you make your social debut then? Surely, what better stage can you ask for? I hope you meet the man of your dreams there. I would love to see you happy and healthy together with the love of your life. My heart swells with sadness whenever I remember that will not be possible. I miss you so dearly, my beloved little sister, and I pray to God that one day we will finally be able to meet each other again. Do not fret though, I am living a happy and blissful life here in the palace. His royal highness is kind and loving to me as always, and I am treated like a queen despite being a mere concubine. My only complaint is that I never get to see you anymore, but worry not, I have your beautiful face carved into my memory, and nothing can erase it. I love you more than words can describe. Give regards to father for me.
With love,
Minerva
 
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Yerenica read the letter in her hands over and over until she had all but engrained every curve of every letter onto her brain. These precious letters arrived once every three months, personally delivered to the Achernar manor by some personnel from the royal palace. It was the only form of communication, the only link she had to her older sister, Minerva Achernar.
 
Her fingertips skimmed lightly over the ink, stroking the expensive parchment. Minerva's handwriting was as delicate as always. Bringing it up to her lips, she kissed the letter softly and placed it on the table in front of her. Next to the letter lay the pile of documents she had been going through since dusk. The sun was now setting and the sky was colored hues of orange and pink, yet her work had not lessened compared to the morning.
 
Minerva had only been half-right in her guess. While the prospect of spending an entire day curled up in the study and lost in the world of fantasy and romance sounded welcoming, it was a pleasure Yerenica had long stopped allowing herself from indulging in.
 
Ever since their father Count Achernar had fallen sick two years ago, the responsibility of running the family business had been passed on to Yerenica. She was the only Achernar remaining – her mother having passed away after giving birth to her, and her sister being confined to the palace for life – so she had taken the burdensome duties that had fallen on her shoulders with determination. She had promised herself to keep up the Achernar name.
 
Yerenica had made her social debut shortly after she learned the basics of managing the family business. Following the head butler Kirin's advice, she had thrown a small-scale tea party and invited a select few Countesses who were well-known for being notorious and judgmental. These noblewomen decided whether or not a lady was worthy of her name.
 
At first, Yerenica had been nervous. What if she failed to meet their expectations? She would be labeled as a laughing stock. The Achernar name had already taken a huge hit after everyone found out that Minerva had become a concubine for the King. What if Yerenica's tea party didn't go smoothly as planned, and she only made their reputation worse? These fears and anxieties plagued her for weeks until the day of the tea party.
 
When the day came, she had swallowed all her fears and went through with it. To say the party was a success would be an understatement. The noblewomen who had previously doubted the capabilities of the youngest Achernar were quick to realize they had been wrong in their judgement. Yerenica had been an exemplary hostess. She was gracious and sweet, yet assertive and principled. She had shown that she was not one to be teased nor deceived with fake praise. She did not open her ears to rumors and kept herself grounded at all times. The fact that her sister was a concubine of the King, one of the worst positions to be in, did not as much as deter her self-worth, and the noblewomen admired her for it.
 
Rumors had been quick to spread after the tea party. The beautiful lady of the Achernar family had finally made her social debut, and she was looking for a husband. Yerenica couldn't remember how many marriage proposals she had received. Every day brought in dozens and dozens of letters from men around the country, asking for her hand in marriage. Yerenica had gracefully turned them all down.
 
She was not interested in a marriage of politics. Yerenica was not a fool; she knew what all of them wanted. The Achernar family's diamond mining business brought in more income than any other business in the capital. Now that Count Achernar had retired after falling sick, every pair of greedy eyes were on Yerenica, hoping to win her over and marry into the family to get legal ownership of the business. The fact that the Achernar women were natural-born beauties was a plus.
 
Yerenica would have none of it. She would not marry a man she did not love. She longed for the same kind of passionate, steamy romance that the heroines in her novels experienced.
 
If anything, Yerenica's unavailability made her appear as much more desirable, and the insistent proposals kept coming in with more force. Yerenica had simply laughed it off and spent her days learning the ropes of managing the business and mingling with the nobles to keep up the Achernar reputation.
 
Of course, Minerva knew none of this. She had no idea that her younger sister had transformed from a homebody to the Belle of the society within a few months. She had no idea that Yerenica was currently one of the most sought-after bachelorettes in the country. But that was only to be expected. Minerva sent her a letter once every three months describing everything that was going in her quiet life inside the palace, but Yerenica was not allowed to write back. As a result, her sister knew of none of her fame and accomplishments.
 
Yerenica was not happy with the fact that she was not allowed to write back to Minerva. However, she still understood that it was something that could not be helped. If the public found out that she was writing to her sister, it would cause an outrage. The palace had been extremely careful to make sure that Yerenica received Minerva's letters in absolute secrecy. They did not want to cause an uproar amongst the people.

"I am well aware of your treacherous plans. You will march to the capital with your army and seize the throne for yourself. Your intent is to murder the king and become the next ruler of this country."

"You speak so freely, Lady Achernar. Does it not scare you that the two of us are alone in a secluded area without a soul in sight? Unfortunate accidents are bound to happen on nights like these."

"Save your attempt at intimidation for someone else, Your Grace. I come to you with a proposal."

"A proposal?"

"Yes. In return for my silence, make me your wife."

*

When Yerenica Achernar accepted the king's invitation for dinner, the only thought on her mind was that she would finally be able to meet her older sister, Minerva Achernar, who had become the king's concubine. Little did she guess that the fateful dinner would give away into something far more sinister; something that revealed the sickening truth the king had kept hidden from the world.

Her entire life is turned upside down as she stays beside Minerva in the palace, with each day proving to be more and more challenging after her sister passes away in her arms. After months of endless torture and suffering, Yerenica is freed from captivity when the Duke of Wisteria takes over the palace. However, her fate comes to a drastic end when she is murdered by the very duke himself.  Her last wish as she sunk into the cold darkness of death is to get a second chance at life in order to make everything right.

When Yerenica wakes up in her own bed, she realizes that she has been reincarnated two years prior to her death. Determined to avoid the impending doom of both Achernar sisters, Yerenica comes up with a plan to ensure that she would be on the right side of history when chaos would strike for the second time. A plan that involved winning the powerful Duke of Wisteria and his favor.

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Woojin Kim, better known as just "Jessi" to her friends and family, was late for work. And not just "kind of late." She was REALLY late, as in, she was supposed to have clocked in at 8 AM and it was now - she glanced down at her wristwatch, adjusting the light leather brown band so that the sun overhead didn't cast light directly into her warm brown eyes -
"SHOOT!" she yelped, gasping as the small hand came into focus.
She had ten more minutes of lunch break before she needed to be "back" at the office. Even though she was supposed to have been there about four hours ago. Tugging down the hem of her black pencil skirt as she ran, Jessi practically flew down the street as desperation to retain her job and not get fired sent the black heels of her pumps pounding on the pavement. She panicked as sweat began to pool in between her boobs and gather on the nape of her neck, desperately praying that her bun would hold up against all the running.
It was all THAT BOOK's fault. She'd been up all night reading it: The Wily Empress and Her Scheming Consort. And if it sounded like a trashy novel, that's because it WAS, a fact that Jessi was not in the slightest bit ashamed to admit. What could she say? She was a sucker for some late-night action. (Although admittedly, she wasn't getting much of that herself these days.)
But she could, and DID, live vicariously through those "garbage" novels. Jessi didn't care what anybody else thought. And besides, if trashy romance novels were pure garbage to most people, The Wily Empress and Her Scheming Consort took the crown and sat on the garbage throne. You know what they say: one man's trash is another man's treasure. And she had treasured that novel indeed, as well as its riveting plot and the consort's steamy schemes.
Jessi shook herself out of her memories of the novel. She glanced back down at her watch and swallowed a curse. That was two minutes of leisurely daydreaming she'd spent when she could've been booking it to the office. Blowing her bleached blonde bangs out of her face, Jessi considered her situation for a moment as she took a breather.
She could probably make it if she took THAT shortcut, though it would certainly cut things close. It was too late to avoid a scolding from her boss (though Manager Lee WAS kind of hot when he was angry) but Jessi couldn't afford to lose this job. She had bills to pay and things to buy, including the latest Stray Kids merch. (So what if she was 27 years old; love knows not of age!)
Jessi panted as she slowed down at the bottom of the street where an intersection lay.
As always, that little inner voice in her head prompted her to look both ways before crossing, a remnant of when she had been a child holding her mother's hand and practicing safe pedestrian habits.
"Screw that," she snapped back, ignoring the little voice. "I don't have time to spare."
Of course, she'd had time to spare. How long did it really take to look to the left and the right at least once?
And of course, it was never a good idea to ignore the little voice at the back of one's head. Beum Gi, Jessi's friend from university, had once told her she thought of the little voices as people in the movie theatre watching your life and telling you what you should and shouldn't do - because they know the ending. 
Derek, their other friend, had told Beum Gi that she needed to see a psychiatrist, a conclusion that Jessi had agreed with.
But maybe Beum Gi had been on to something. Because as it happened, Jessi should've listened to the voice.
But it was too late now, as the dark green and red truck barrelled down the perpendicular road towards Jessi. It came at her at such high speeds that she knew right away there was no way she WASN'T going to get hit. A shame.
"Well," Jessi thought to herself as she stared like a deer in the headlights at the front side of the truck, the deafening sound of a horn echoing in her ears as if from a distance. "At least now Manager Lee can't fire me."
Time seemed to slow down in those last few seconds before she and the truck collided. Her favorite purse with Hyunjin's face pictured on the side slipped from her hands in slow motion, hitting the ground just as the edges of Jessi's C-cups brushed against the truck. Jessi REALLY considered it a shame that the last words she would see were "Toutai Inc.," printed on the front of the truck head.
"Never mind," she thought. "I think I'd much rather get fired."
Despite the blaring truck horn sounds, Jessi thought she heard someone say, "Wish Transaction Complete. Commencing Novel Integration Now."
And then her world went black.

We've all heard of him: the enigmatic, god-like force that sends young men and women alike to different dimensions where they become the main leads, villains, and even the side characters who valiently fight against their so-called destiny. The only thing is... after chapter one, Truck-kun is gone, never to be heard from or seen of again until your next isekai.

Until now.

What happens when the crash goes wrong and Truck-kun is the one who transmigrates into another realm? Will he be able to fit in his role as Newcastle's young master? And will he still be able to fulfill his role as an almighty, enigmatic matchmaker?

Today was my day off at Novelty, actually it was because Archie and Alice was out off town on a whim since last night. As a result, he forgot to give me the keys to open up the store. 

He texted me when I was having dinner with Nate's family. Nate saw my text, so he decided that I should joined them for lunch the next day also.

We were about to leave for that lunch at Alex's. Nate was teasing me about my romance novels but he got curious and started reading it from behind me. Then he grabbed my Kindle and started reading the steamy section. 

"Damn baby, this is hot. We should definitely do this, and this, oh and also this. Damn, what is the tittle of this book. We should start reading this and discuss the steamy sections together." He was reading it seriously, making me giggled. 

"Come on Nate, we'll be late. We still need to go and pick up some ice cream for Owen, at the grocery store. He reluctantly got up and put away my kindle. 

We arrived at Alex's just before lunch. Adriana opened the door and gave us hugs, then Owen ran pass through her legs and raised up his hands gesturing me to pick him up.

"Wow Nate, I see that you're not his favorite anymore." Adriana laughed as she let us in the house. Owen was already in my embrace as he gave me his kiss and sighed looking very content in my chest. 

Damn! This kid is going to break girl's hearts when he's bigger.

"Marissa... see that Owen got his way already. Come, let's start our lunch I'm starving. Addie babe, where's the beer? Sorry Marissa, I'm on vacation here, need to fill up my belly beer." He grabbed his beer from his wife, while giving her a little peck in the cheek. 

We were all about to be seated for lunch when the door bell buzzed. "Nate, could you get that for me, I need to get the lasagna out of the oven." Adriana chimed from the kitchen.

Owen let himself out of my embrace as he tugged me, to follow him as he followed Nate curiously to the door. 

That was when a beautiful red haired woman came into the house, and wrapped her hands around Nate's shoulder and gave him a deep kiss. 

"Aubrey! What the..." Nate was about to say something, but get silenced as she pulled him closer to her. 

I was shocked, it was like needles stabbing my chest. Tiny little needles making tiny little stab wounds, my eyes watered instantly. But I couldn't move, I stayed in my place. Until Owen tugged my hand. 

"Marissa! Don't cry, Owen not bad." Then Owen started crying with me. I finally had the strength to move, and picked him up and went back to the kitchen.

I could hear Nate cursing and yelling at the woman. But the needles still making holes on my chest. 

"Marissa? Is everything okay? Owen? Who's at the door?" Adriana asked the questions I could not even began to answer. So I told her what I only know.

"Owen is good, he was crying just because I am. I'm sorry Adriana, maybe we should do this another time yeah? Owen...I'm good. You're not bad okay? I'm just not feeling too happy right now. I'm going to leave you with mommy okay?" He nodded at and gave me a hug. 

Then I went back to the cottage trough the back door, after I excused myself to Alex. I could hear Alex was asking questions to Adriana. I walked away from their house, and decided to start walking to the beach. A lot of questions entered my mind. 

It was not about the kiss. I definitely heard Nate cursing to the other woman. It was about my feelings towards him. It hurts too bad, and I know that he still love me. What would happen to me, when he actually left me for another woman?

I was walking along the coastline, when I heard him calling out my name. I quickly wiped my tears away, as I heard his steps behind me. "Hey baby, why did you leave? I'm with you now, not her. You got to let me explain." 

"It hurts Nate, I know you love me. But it still hurts. I'm afraid what would happen when you actually leave me. I'm too fucking scared too loose you." Then I broke down in his embrace. I was sobbing, pouring all of my feelings to him. 

"Marissa, baby...sshh...I'm here, I'm not going anywhere." He kissed the top of my head as I pulled him tighter in my arms, I kept on sobbing on his chest, until I felt him carried me back to my place. 

He took out the key from my hiding spot under the broken pot, and carried me to my bedroom. I kept my hold on him, not letting him go once. My fingers were getting numbed, from gripping his shirt too tightly. 

He gently laid me down and stayed with me. He took of my flats, and took me in his embrace. "You can let go of my shirt now my love. I got you. Let go, I'm not going anywhere. I love you baby." Then I finally let him go, as he kept on holding on to me. I shivered in his embrace, then he pulled the comforter over our bodies. 

He kissed the tip of my nose, as he wiped my tears away. He kept on whispering his loving words in my ear until I drifted off to sleep. It was dark, when I heard a rumbling sound from my stomach. Then I heard him chuckled beside me. 

"Why don't I get some food for us? We haven't eaten since breakfast. Adriana called hours ago. She was going to get Alex to send the lasagna, but I don't want to let you go just yet. So I've been watching you sleep like a pervert, since this afternoon." He smiled, and  rubbed my cheek lovingly.

I finally smiled at him and nodded. So, he left me to go to his brother's while I took his pillow, and inhale his scent and went back to sleep. My eyes were heavy from too much crying. 

He was back minutes later with a hot lasagna and two glass of water. He was treating me with dinner in bed. "Mmm...I could get use to this." I told him with a little smile.

"Eat my little one, then we will talk." He told me sternly as he told me to rest my back on the headboard and put the food tray on my lap. 

I nodded at him, with butterflies in my belly. I think I just fallen deeper in love with him.

"Don't make me spread your legs roughly little one. Keep them open for me, you want this right? Tell me if you want to stop okay?" He asked with his sexy voice, I was nodding my reply. 

******

Marissa was a true Cinderella story, where her mother died and her father remarried and she had two annoying ugly hearted sisters. 

Her father was lost in his work. Never care for her, she was no longer daddy's little girl.

She finally moved out of the house, out of the toxic environment. And leave her dearest dad behind. She had given up on him, as she was no longer someone he hold dear. 

She found her self living small seaside town to find peace and love and her happy ever after. She was a hopeless romantic, who reads to many romance novels. 

******

Nate was mending his broken heart at his brother's beach house. He always love the little sleepy coastal town. 

All until one day he met a suicidal young woman. She constantly bothered his mind, with her sexy images over and over again. 

She was too young for him, she was just barely legal. And she turned out to be a hopeless romantic. He needed to stay away from her. But obviously couldn't, as they constantly wanting each other's company. 


*****


*Warning! R-Rated for 18+ due to strong, explicit language. sexual content*

Hey guys, 
I forgot. Some time ago I used to do an 'interview' with an amazing BL newsletter on scribblehub. Please check it out if you want to (great recommendations there): https://www.scribblehub.com/series/217122/boys-love-newsletter/
Anyways, I thought why not post it here too. You can read it or not, it's up to you. Also, this really will be the last update, I won't be trying to beat a dead horse up to its leg over and over again and call upon Frozen Milk's rage to try to break through the fictional, dimensional or whatever barrier to strangle me to death. Thank you.


How did you get into writing BL?
Honestly, I can't remember at all how I got into BL in the first place, but I still vividly remember what made me want to write a BL story. The side story of svsss of airplane bro the author and the villain aka luo binghe's dad. The humour in that and airplane's character was just so hilarious that I was like, damn I gotta write something like this as well.

And the idea of making it BL would only fuel the comedy, cough pardon I mean wannabe bs comedy, so there were more opportunities to make it more trashy. Now, here we are, writing a bs story that's BL but also not and now working on the second book of the series...

Among your own stories, do you have a favorite? Why? Why not if you can't pick one?
Haha, I've only got one BL novel published, some fanfic and another novel that's a dark female-led revenge story, but I'm also writing on two new stories, so not sure if I can properly answer this question but well, out of all my stories it's definitely this BL one whose name I refuse to write because it's super cringy and I will forever regret naming it this. Please silently crucify me for my bad naming sense...

The reason why I like it is definitely the comedy, the lightheartedness and the characters. All my other stories (minus the fanfics pls heaven don't let me mention it anymore) are rather dark, sometimes gory, tragic, full of suffering etc you get the gist. So this one was very refreshing (altho it does have a small arc that's rather darker in tone) and I'm very surprised what an absolutely, unbelievably funny person I am capable of writing such a masterpiece that's the embodiment of humour (yes, that was sarcastic haha)

What do you like most about BL?
To be honest, I don't like romance at all however there's something about BL that just makes me want to root for the couple. Maybe because it's rather seen as something 'forbidden' (since most people still aren't accepting towards BL), I don't know if that makes sense but I'm someone who likes 'forbidden' things, cough, yes I'm revealing all my kinks here. No need to thank me for this unnecessary info.

But honestly, I think what I like most about BL is the way it's written, the way the relationships are developed and unfolded. The kinks, plot developments or relationships are portrayed a certain way that appeals to my taste. I think what I also like about BL is that it doesn't shy away from certain themes or plot use that can be seen as dark, immoral or 'bad'. Ah, I don't know how to explain it but now I seem like a total perverted weirdo or my guilty pleasures are rather....?

As a reader, what are your favorite BL novels?
Honestly, I could just ramble on and on about all of my favourite novels, away with all the other questions! No place for you here!

Definitely hands down one of my favourite novels, in general, are 'The Earth is Online' and now 'Card Room'. Both of them are just so good I can't describe them in words. Like the kind of good that drenches your whole body in honey and after you wash it away, voila smooth and supple skin (yeah, that didn't make sense). Both novels are, to be honest quite similar however card room is a bit more lighthearted and less focused on romance, there's very little of it in there, but they care more about the plot and that's what I like. I'm kinda into those survival games, horror and (post) apocalyptic stories and those two fit perfectly. The MCs and MLs (as well as the side characters) are great (such a power couple) and the overall rising stakes of the story makes you excited and wanting more.

Another BL novel I came to like, I just finished reading it, is 'Escape Infinite Chambers'. It falls into the darker genres as well but the plot is very good and I'm still broken from the ending or the story overall. I know there are some people who don't like it due to some problematic things in the beginning but I think after closing an eye about it, the rest of the story will leave you wanting more. I still won't forgive the author for the ending tho, it's a HE, but still, I'm completely shattered...

Let me squeeze another thing in, I really like Meatbun doesn't eat meat as an author. Her story 2ha, I did like but there was too much suffering and vicious knives for me to have it as my favourite, but what I absolutely adore about the story is the author's damn godly smut writing ability. I'm sorry, I know the smut in the chapters are rather non-consensual but it's 'forbidden' and is perfectly my taste. I tried reading her other novel but haven't gotten far so I don't know how the smut fares there but dammit, meatbun ruined me, I've read some other BL where the reviews say the smut is written great but honestly none of it can compare to meatbun's writing ability! I'm thirsty for the way she describes the steamy scenes ugh (if anyone knows amazingly written BL smut, do let me know~)

What is the scene or moment you are most proud in the entirety of your story (ies)? Some stylistic writer accomplishment or a plot twist or a specific character? Something that was super hard to write or something you just adore to death for no reason whatsoever? Why?
Will I be bragging if I say the entirety of the story is what I'm proud of?
Honestly, I always thought I wasn't a funny person, so it surprised me to see that people find it hilarious. Of course, there are also a lot of things I do regret and wish I would've written differently, but I adore this story a lot.

The thing I'm most proud of is when the villain is revealed and joins the harem, like hell, I got no idea how I managed to write that chapter and pulled of a plot twist like this. It still baffles me what my brain was thinking at that time. It just... I don't know, blows my mind for the entirety of the story because while proofreading and editing, I kept thinking 'did I really write this?' 'How the hell did I write this?' 'How in the world did I come up with this?'

Make a tiny character theater here where the MC and ML of your main (or most favorite) story meet with you, the Author, for the very first time. What would they tell you if they knew what you did to them throughout the book! ( ノ ¬ Д¬)ノ
Profanities and crude language below, sorry, also don't get confused about the names of the characters...it's supposed to be comedy *cries*

Frozen Milk: I see... I see, see, see...

Author (Me): ... what do you see?

Frozen Milk: *slowly stands up from the chair, walks to author, puts his hands on author's shoulders* *suddenly eyes turn bloodshot* I see that... you fucking piece of rotten wood are responsible for this brilliant creator's, me here, misfortune! What did you think you are doing huh? Did you drink an abundance of energy drinks, jumped from a bridge, ripped out your heart, had to sell your soul to the devil, flushed down your poop the wrong way so that it floated up and up and up again, to create such a fucking shitty trash story? Did a small misfortune of yours justify your sadistic crave to make the entirety of my life hell?

Author: *sweats* I... don't think your life is that bad though...

Frozen Milk: I can see it again... the absolute bullshit you're splattering everywhere! Screw you! How dare you be my fucking author! How dare you be my creator! How dare such a twisted scum like you pretend to be our god! I hate you! My life isn't bad? You go and try to save your tiny ass hole from being plunged, widened, ripped apart by ferocious characters that are way too godly for a normal human body to take! You go and try to endure a crappy, fucking AI system trying to establish dominance over the whole universe and endlessly enjoying your misery as its brain feeding entertainment! You go and try to-

Prota: Frozen Milk? Who is this? Where are we?

Frozen Milk: You still remember when I told you guys you were all created by me, the most brilliant author? Apparently, that piece of shit over there is the real creator, fucking creating me!

Author: So Prota is the ML?

Frozen Milk: Shouldn't you know it! You are the goddamn author! Get a grip, you're worse than me! I wonder how you didn't get transmigrated by your own blackened readers yet!

Prota: I'm the ML? Really? Frozen Milk!

Frozen Milk: Stop hugging me!

Prota: Author, since you're the author, clone Frozen Milk 5000 times, please! So, I can do him all night. No, wait! Give Frozen Milk the endurance of being bedded 5000 times a night!

Frozen MIlk: *coughs blood*

Vil: *suddenly appears* I'm the true ML. Author make Frozen Milk a super sadist, please.

Glimpse Water: *appears as well* No, make father have certain lusting tendencies towards his son her-

Frozen Milk: No inc***! Even if we aren't related!

Holbe: *appears* Author, my hubby should only belong to me!

Bro: *appears* Author, I'm allowing you to make my creator a perverted M.

Mr A: *Appears* No, author make Frozen Milk my willing FL!

Author: *sweats* I... can see... as well... now...

Frozen Milk: Once I really appear in your world, wait for me to obliterate you! *is being suffocated by all suitors*

Author: *sweats gallons of water* hahaha...haha...ha

Do you have recurring motifs or themes in your BL stories? Something you're obsessed with or in general want to explore more?
Let me just answer this very badly and be hated by my characters:
Making the shou suffer from an abundance of wild (handsome) hyenas wanting to tear him down and trying to find a way to keep his chrysanthemum safe.

Check out my new BL novel: I teleported again and now all demons want me! 
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To lighten the wrath of his blackened readers, Frozen Milk was forced to transmigrate into his own novel to witness what *** he wrote.

What's this? One plothole, two plotholes... plotholes everywhere!

How do you counter a novel full of plotholes? 
Of course, with constant bullshit, constant crap and constant nonsense!

It shouldn't be working but the result?

Terrifying!

Long live holy creator Frozen Milk!

"Damn! What the hell is this?? Wasn't this supposed to be a comedy rip off? A parody? So, why are all my characters leeching onto me? Do I look like a bamboo stick to climb and eat? To stick in between your cheeks?"

"Hello? System help?"

"System is currently on holida- undergoing maintenance, host."

"%$@#!" 

Frozen Milk was nearing his despair. Bent, straight, bent, straight, bent, STRAIGHT!!!!

Be ready to have your brains fried, your life questioned and above all your integrity disappear!

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This is completed!
Disclaimer: some profanities and innuendos 
Has elements of BL

First book in the 'Scum Series'

      I consumed her lips; her taste went through me like a burning spear igniting a fire in my blood. Her soft curves molded themselves to my harder contours like we were made for each other. The beauty of it was that she returned my embrace with equal fervor. The way her lips clung to mine, as if she knew me.

      If she didn't stop making that purring sound I was afraid I would lose whatever little control I had left and ravage more than just her lips on the cafeteria steps. In a remote part of my brain I knew I needed to rein it in but I couldn't seem to stop. I had no control over my body's reaction to her, not to mention my heart and mind. I ground the sudden ache in my cock against her jeans covered softness and groaned into her mouth.

      No not here not her, she would not be treated like the others. I'd never make a spectacle of her; she was different. I understood that in a way that a week ago would've scared the hell out of me. Now it seemed so natural, not at all the horror I thought it would be. I didn't feel the weakness or the loss I'd expected. Instead I felt empowered somehow, like I'd been given something rare and special and I had no fucking idea what was going on.

      I'd grown up hearing the stories of my parents' tumultuous love affair, about the love at first sight that had claimed the men of my father's line for generations. My nonna was proud to regale my siblings and I with tales of her and grandpa's own whirlwind romance.

      I'd always scoffed at the possibility of such a thing ever happening to me. I enjoyed my freedom way too much, was much too young. No matter that my father and brother had bitten the dust in their early twenties, just as his father before him had. I can't say I'd been running from the shit but I wasn't looking for it either. I had just convinced myself that I was above that sort of oldwife's tale.

      I wouldn't quibble about it now that the chips had fallen; I'm nothing if not honest with myself. There was no way that this was anything other than the family legend. I'd once thought of it as a curse, until now, this feeling was beyond anything I could've ever imagined. Beyond the fact that it scared the shit out of me, it also made me feel unbelievably strong. The only thing left to do now was convince this total stranger that she now belonged to me. Poor thing, I hope she hadn't had any major plans for her life because that shit was about to change.

      "Mine." I uttered the word once more as I nibbled around her lips to her jaw.

      She trustingly allowed me to enfold her tighter, my six three frame dwarfing her slighter frame. I wanted to pick her up and run away and hide. Take her away somewhere where we could be alone for at least a week. My heart was racing out of time and my head was going in ten different directions at once, but with all that I felt peace like I'd never known. I guess dad had been right all along, there was no way to fight this shit might as well go with it.

      ***

      SKYLAR

      ***

      I don't know what the hell had gotten into me. I've never in my life behaved in such a careless fashion.

      This isn't me, I'm not the girl who drove men wild with lust, in fact I'd only ever kissed one boy in my life and it had never been anything like this. This is the stuff of hot, steamy romance novels. Things like this didn't happen in the real world, and they especially didn't happen to girls like me.

      I'm not a statuesque blonde with a super model body. There's nothing remotely remarkable about me except maybe my unusual eyes, which I've never seen the allure of though many people commented on them. I wasn't ugly I know but the way he acted made me feel like I was the most desirable thing on two legs. 

      Then again, I had to remember who I was dealing with here. This was the campus jock, for all I know this could be his modus operandi. If it was then there must be a lot of broken hearts in his wake. The boy was potent especially to a small town girl not accustomed to bringing out the beast in the opposite sex.

      All thought fled as he recaptured my mouth, his tongue wreaking havoc with my senses. I felt liquid heat pooling between my thighs as he consumed me and I gave in one more to madness that he invoked.

      She tasted like cotton candy and sin; her body trembled in my arms as I plundered her mouth deeper.

      "Dude, get a room." The teasing yell brought me back from the brink and I gently separated our lips. My hands captured her face so I could look into her eyes.

      "In case you missed that, I just staked my claim, from this day on you belong to me." My tone brooked no argument. The sooner she understood what was going on the better, later I'll explain shit to her but right now we had to get the semantics out of the way. Maybe I should've asked dad how he broke the news to mom. I'm sure he'd told us the story before but I never paid attention to that Romeo and Juliet shit. Who the hell believed in love at first sight and happily ever after in this day and age?

      Now my ass was in a sling because I had no idea what to do next. I knew what I wanted to do, but dragging her back to my place and telling her to stay didn't seem like it would go over too well. Women had rights and shit. Fuck.

      I didn't even mourn my freedom going down the drain. I heard the door to my bachelorhood close and lock. There was nothing she could say that would change what was going to happen between us. I know she wants me too; she came alive in my arms we fit. That's all we needed for now, the rest will come later I'll see to it. "Do you understand what I'm saying Skylar?"



Talon Avery is the one everyone on campus whispers about, both male and female alike. The suave junior is captain of the football field, but that's not the only place where he shows his prowess. Known as a carefree man about town with a trust fund that's way beyond his peers', he has no plans on settling down anytime soon, not when he can have his pick of any female within a ten-mile radius. Until the day he sees her across the football field and feels something he never knew he could.
Skylar Abbot has moved to the university miles away from home to lick her wounds. After the arranged marriage that had been looming on the horizon fell apart due to betrayal that involved a cousin and her intended, she wants nothing to do with men. Now she finds herself the sole interest of the school's heartthrob and the envy of all the other females who'd been waiting in the wings for a chance.
Talon's Heart is Created by Jordan Silver, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author. 

Chest heaving in anticipation, Anna gazed up at the shirtless highlander standing over her.  Slowly, he unlaced the bodice of her dress and tugged, baring her shoulders, which he lavished with kisses.  Another sharp tug freed her breasts, her nipples sharp pink points in the chill of the night.  

Och, lass, he breathed as he lay her across the enormous four-poster bed.

Anna watched as he loosened his kilt and let it drop to the stone floor, her eyes zeroing in on his enormous manhood.  She chewed her lower lip in anticipation as a flood of moisture drenched her core.

He leaned over her, capturing first one perfect pink nub, then the other between his sensual lips.  Anna arched at his touch, her greedy center weeping in need.

Please, she breathed.

Are ye ready for me, lass? he asked, his voice husky with desire.

Yes, please, she mewled.

From far away, Anna heard a strange beeping sound.  The volume increased until she cracked open one eye to find that she was no longer in an ancient highland castle.  She was in her own cabin, in her own bed.

Oh, for fucks sake, she muttered, her heart still pounding as she turned off her alarm and got out of bed.

In the shower, she used her hand to slake the need her dream had aroused, but it was a poor substitute for a good, hard cock.  Not that shed had one recently.  

As she toweled off, she considered her dream.  She read enough steamy romance novels to have the occasional naughty dream. Usually, as she read, she conjured up some nebulous romance hero in her imagination.  Suddenly now, her highlander looked and sounded precisely like Angus McGregor.

And shed have to face him at breakfast.  She rolled her eyes at the notion.

Pull yourself together, she chided herself while she dried her hair.  Its not like Angus knows about the dream.  And anyway, hes merely a guest.  Treat him like you would any other guest.

As rays of golden sunlight were beginning to filter through the pine boughs overhead, Angus made his way toward the main lodge.  Mixed with the scent of wood smoke, the aroma of bacon drifted in the chilled morning air, and his stomach rumbled with anticipation.

His first stop, however, would not be breakfast.  After hed returned to his cabin the previous night, hed perused the schedule that had been laid out for him.  

At nine oclock, he was slated to participate in an intermediate horsemanship session run by Andy Graves.  A quick scan of the general schedule showed that Anna would be leading a beginners course immediately following lunch.  And that suited him better.  Because he was, in fact, a rank beginner.  Hed never even touched a horse before, let alone dared try to mount one or ride it.  

The irony that he was wagering the future of his career on a western film was not lost on him.  But the story had become entwined with his soul since hed first read the novel five years earlier.  And although the setting was the old west, the basic story was a human drama that resonated in any generation.  

So hed scrimped and saved and bided his time until he was able to make an offer to buy the story and write the screenplay.  Now it was his film to make.  And hit or miss, he was all in on the project.

In the main lobby, he greeted several of the other guests hed met at the campfire the night before.  He found that he genuinely liked them.  Although they obviously knew who he was, theyd welcomed him into their ranks and treated him as a friend.  

Save me a seat, he responded to their invitation to join them.  I need to take care of something, and Ill be right there.

He made his way past the dining room entrance to the small shop located across from the main desk.  The posted hours indicated that it was open during every meal.  

As he entered, he walked past racks of postcards and t-shirts and fleece hoodies emblazoned with the Sweetwater Ranch logo.  On the far wall were shelves of necessities guests might have forgotten to pack.  But he continued to the checkout counter where a very pretty, very pregnant African American woman sat.

She looked up from her paperwork and gave him a star-struck smile.  Good morning!  How are you today?

Angus grinned back.  Im fantastic, thanks.  Ye have a lovely ranch.

Her smile turned shy.  Im so glad you like it.  Its been in my husbands family since way before he was born.  How can I help you today?

He reached into the back pocket of his jeans and withdrew the schedule hed taken from the folder in his cabin.  Id like to see if I can change my riding session.  He placed the paper on the counter and slid it toward her.

The woman looked where he pointed, and she frowned slightly.  Youre scheduled to be in the intermediate riding group right after breakfast.  Thats the one my husband leads.  Hes Andy.  Im Simone, by the way.  Again, her smile was shy.

Angus aimed for a self-deprecating expression.  Hello, Simone.  Its nice to meet ye.  As for the riding session, though, theres a problem.  Ye see, Im not nearly intermediate.  Im more like, never even seen a horse with me own eyes.  He laughed at his joke.

Since Im truly a beginner, Id like tae start at the beginning.  Is there any way ye can switch me tae the session after lunch?

Simone frowned again.  I, uh, well  You see, the afternoon class is for children.  Its the one Anna teaches.  

Oh!  Her eyes suddenly grew wider.  Oh!  Yes, I think definitely for you we can make an exception.  Im sure Anna wont mind.  Simone drew a line through the morning class on Anguss schedule and penciled in the session hed requested.

Only, she leaned forward, her voice lowered conspiratorially, maybe dont mention it to Anna until you show up for the session.  Then you can tell her I okayed it.

He took her hand and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of it.  Simone, yer truly an angel.  I thank ye from the bottom of my heart.

Simone was reduced to giggles.  Alright, have fun now.  Enjoy your breakfast.



JENNY’S VOICE
Jenny is a traumatized young woman who was held hostage for years.

Cole is the rancher who comes to her rescue.

But there’s a crime boss who will kill them both if he finds them.

HUNTER’S PRIDE
Hunter is a handsome rancher with a tragic past, determined to hang on to his inheritance.

Poppy is spunky young corporate lawyer ready to make her mark in the world.

But there’s a sinister plot against them both.

ANNA’S HEART
Anna is a rancher with a heartbreaking secret.

Angus is Hollywood royalty, poised to take a chance that risks his reputation and his career.

Now that they’ve found each other, can he win her heart?

Sex scenes/explicit content, Suggest age range 18+

The Redheads & Ranchers Series is by Pandora Spocks, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

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