Category: Wicked First Love

BOYS

2/15/2022

This book was previously published as a duology: Play With Me and This Round I'm Yours.

All the boys used to love me.

That was how it was when I was still in high school, and I was head coach of Sacred Heart Academy's championship-winning basketball varsity team. I was their only girl, and they were all my boys. But then we all left for college...and everything fell apart.

I thought there'd be no way to get my whole life back again until a certain smooth-talking billionaire with a devilish kind of charm seduced his way into the picture. Silver March, with his gently chiding words and lazy kisses, made me realize how much time I've wasted drowning myself in self-pity and insecurities.

If I want my boys back, I need to remember how I used to be and start acting like it: a snarky tough-love chick that all the boys loved to hate but can't help but love.

And as for Silver March, whom the paparazzi loves to describe as the perfect boyfriend...my heart only has room for basketball and my boys, so the billionaire just has to find someone else to take to his bed.

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Excerpt

"I I want you to think seriously about moving in with me.”
She was so shocked at the suggestion that she threw her hands up and nearly plastered herself to the door, feeling like distance was much needed to let her think. “Whoa there.”
Silver’s gaze gleamed in amusement. “I love it when you react like a twelve-year-old rapper.”
Lace couldn’t even muster enough anger to snipe at him. She shook her head. “Move in with you?”
His smile cooled. “Why not?”
“But…we’ve just started going out?”
“So?”
She threw her hands up again. “You’re the playboy---”
Color stained Silver’s cheeks. “That’s in the past.”
“Fine, then. You’re the ex-playboy. Isn’t having one woman around you supposed to have you breaking out in a cold sweat?”
“Err, no. I think in this relationship, that’s probably you.”
She couldn’t even make herself deny it.
“Wyndham, look at me.”
She didn’t want to.
“Wyndham.”
Ah, God. How to resist that silvery voice?
It was impossible.
Their eyes met.
“I only said to think about it,” he said gently. “Not kill yourself worrying about it. I’m not going to pressure you to do anything.”
She said in a small voice, “I know. It’s just that…” How was she going to tell Slade and her parents about it? What would the boys think about it? Her friends? What did she think about it?
But…
She could be with Silver every moment possible.
She could sleep with Silver every night, wake up with him beside her every morning. She could spend as much time with him as she wanted, enough maybe to convince him to play basketball because she would so love to be his coach---
Inside her jeans pocket, her phone vibrated, and it was like someone throwing a brick in her glass house.
Everything shattered around her.
If they lived together, it would only be a matter of time before he found out everything about her. Everything.

I absolutely fell in love with these characters. I love how Lace is a smart Asus and Silver just sounds like sex on a stick. I really hope there's a book 3. marian tee is one of my favorite authors. The book didn't disappoint. I highly recommended this book to everyone. ~ Amazon 5-star review

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Love You Again

2/12/2022

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Dear Anonymous Readers,
Let’s just call him X - the first and only guy I’ve ever loved – also the first and only guy who’s broken my heart. I used to think that trauma caused by ugly breakups was only a thing in books, movies – and yes, manga – until of course it happened to me.
On hindsight, I really should have known better. He had so many issues it was only a matter of time before one of them drove us apart. And even if that hadn’t happened, we still wouldn’t have worked out. He was this perfect, gorgeous guy who had everything going for him while I…well, let’s just say I didn’t turn out to be this super-smart girl everyone thought me to be.
I hate him as much as I fear him, so much so that even in my dreams I can’t make myself think of his name, much less say it. It’s like my mind’s completely blocked the sound of it, and now his name works like a breakdown trigger. If I let myself say his name, that’s it, and believe me – what happens after isn’t pretty.
So yeah, it’s that bad between us, but I’m determined to put it all behind me now. I’ve moved to another country, doing my best to get my shite together. I’ve even made myself attend a goukon (a group dating thing) in hopes of finding love again.
Everything’s going well…
Until I bumped into him.
X.
Bloody. Bloody. Bloody hell.
The sight of him has my world spinning out of its axis, my face draining of color, my throat locking oxygen out---
I can’t remember feeling more terrified than I was at that moment. But the worst thing is – I can’t remember when the last time I felt so alive either.

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Bookstores are a strange, wonderful sight in Tokyo. Since space is extremely limited in this city, a number of bookstores tend to expand vertically, and that’s why you end up with literary skyscrapers rather than bookshops sprawled several blocks wide. Kinokuniya’s branch in South Shinjuku has seven while Junkudo in Ikebukuro and Akihabara’s Shosen Tower have ten each. The one I’m in right now – Book Haven – isn’t as popular and is fairly new. But it does follow the same structure, with each floor dedicated to a particular type of merchandise or genre, and so I don’t have much trouble finding my target.
2nd Floor is the Reference Section, and I immediately start searching for the shelves where the newest I.T. books are. He’s always where the super techie books are, and even though several years have passed since we last visited a bookstore together, my instincts prove me right.
Yuki.
I catch a glimpse of him through the narrow gap of space between the books and its shelves. Just a brief, partial glimpse, but it’s still enough to have my heart ba-thumping like it used to.
He’s in jeans again, but this time matched with a thin checked jacket worn over a white shirt. He has a book in his hands, and his brows are slightly pleated as he reads whatever it is he’s reading. He turns around to walk out of the aisle, and I hurriedly move in parallel, not wanting to lose sight of him.
I hide behind one of the shelves when he pays at the cashier, and I count until five before I deem it safe to start following him again. I check the elevator first, but the display tells me that it’s still on standby. I quickly bend over the rails to check the escalator, but I don’t see him either.
Where could he possibly be?
I whirl around---
Yuki is standing right in front of me, and he does not look happy.
Oh, shite.
It’s been thirty-seven days since I last got this close to him. Not that I’ve been consciously counting. My point is that it’s been a really long time, and every second of it hadn’t been wasted. Because I had done what he asked.
I got out of his life. I also thought things through. And that’s why I’m here.
“Hisashiburi.” My voice comes out a croak.
Yuki’s beautiful face remains unsmiling. “Why are you following me?”
I start to answer, but then I notice the bookstore clerk behind me giving me a suspicious look. It’s obvious he heard what Yuki said just as it’s obvious he thinks I’m stalking Yuki. Turning red, I stammer to the clerk, “Sutōka ja nai.” I’m not a stalker. And honestly, I know Yuki’s the gorgeous one between us, but do I really look that desperate?
The bookstore clerk tells Yuki in Japanese, “If you’re having problems, please do not hesitate to let any of the staff know.”
Okaaaay. I guess that answers my question.
Yuki’s face is stony, but I’m not fooled.
“It’s not funny,” I grumble.
“I’m not laughing.”
“You so are, inside.”
He only shrugs, but the way his blue eyes is gleaming –
Oh, Yuki.
Is it too sappy if I say that the look in his eyes makes me want to cry buckets? I know it sounds mortifyingly cheesy, but you have to understand. That little light in his baby blues means the world to me. It used to be the way he looked at me all the time, and then we broke up, and I honestly thought I’d never see it again.
And yet here we are.
Clearing my throat, I ask, “Can we talk? Just talk,” I stress hastily, in case he thinks it’s some kind of emotional trap. When he still doesn’t speak, I take a deep breath. “Please?” It’s another gamble. I’ve never been the betting type, but I guess that’s just how love is. It makes you take all sorts of risks---
Yuki breathes hard.
Because if it pays off, the reward is always more than you can ever imagine---
“Fine.”
Like now.
“Thank you.” I’m proud at how casual my voice comes out. It’s the polar opposite with how my heart’s doing all kinds of somersaults inside of me, just like it used to, when we were going out. Yuki is stiff as he falls into step beside me, and when we get on the escalator he stays a good three feet away from me.
Oh, Yuki.
If he thinks the deliberate distance he’s placing between us would hurt me, he’s so, so wrong. It only confirms all my hopes – even the ones I can’t make myself speak out loud because they seem too good to be true.
“How did you know where to find me?”
I bite my lip. “Well…” I was hoping he wouldn't ask this, but I should’ve known better. Giving him a sheepish smile, I confess, “I asked Momo and she made Seiji ask you.” I check his expression worriedly. “Are you mad? If you are, please be mad with me and not Seiji---”
“I probably should be,” Yuki murmurs, “but I’m not. I know how persuasive Momo can be.”
I flash him a relieved smile. “Thank you.”
He steps back to let me get on the escalator first, and I feel his gaze on me as the stairs descend to the lower floor. It’s making me nervous for all kinds of reasons, but even so I wouldn’t trade it for the world. When we get off, I turn to face him but almost bump into his chest.
The contact is all too brief, but it’s enough to have my face burn as I rear back.
Yuki frowns. “Are you alright?”
“Umm, yes, I’m fine, sorry.” But it’s not exactly the truth. I am fine, but the feel of his chest has also sent my heart racing faster than ever now. I point to the café across the street. “How about we talk there?”
Yuki gives me a clipped nod. I’m thinking he remembered that he’s not supposed to be talking too much with me. He probably even thinks he’s successfully pushing me away with it, but he’s wrong. He’s so, so wrong, and I can barely contain my sheer happiness as we cross the street. He’s acting exactly the way I---
Yuki suddenly stops before we reach the café, and I stumble to a halt next to him.
“What is it?” I ask, startled.
“You skipped.” His voice is grim.
“I d-did not.” But it’s a lie. Now that he’s pointed it out, I realize that it’s true, and that my excitement has gotten so out of hand I had started skipping like a kid heading home after the last day of school.
Control, KC. And stick to the plan.
Pretending I don’t notice the grim expression on his face, I say, “We’re already here. Can’t we hash it out inside?”
Yuki doesn’t answer right away.
“Please?”
His gaze locks with mine.
Come on, Yuki. You know you want to do this. You know you do---
There’s another long moment, and then Yuki slowly nods.
---because you love me.
“T-Thank you.” This time around, I can’t just keep everything bottled up inside me and my voice becomes gruff with emotion. In the corner of my eye, I see him starting to frown again, and I quickly duck my head, not wanting him to see my face. One look at it and he’d know just how happy I am---
And that won’t do, or at least not just yet.
Looking around, I realize that the place is almost full, leaving us with two choices: the bar stools facing the windows, and the couch in the corner that could work as a tight squeeze for two.
My eyes light up. “Let’s sit---”
But Yuki’s already strolled towards the bar stools.
Blast it.
It’s disappointing, but I tell myself not to be greedy and take things one at a time.
Stick to the plan, you must. Too important to wing, this is.
I know my inner Yoda is right, but oh – is the fact that I just miss him so, so much a valid excuse? Every time I look at him, I have this urge to throw my arms around him.
Yuki raises a brow when I finally take my seat next to him. “What took you so long? Having second thoughts about talking?”
You wish.
Yuki blinks. “Excuse me?”
Oh, shite. Did I say that out loud?
“I said I, umm, took a piss.”
“A…piss?”
“Anyway.” I hurriedly change the subject. “What would you like to order? Since I invited you, it should be my treat---”
Yuki’s blue eyes are boring through me.
“Or not?” I do my best to sound like I’m second guessing myself, but actually he’s still doing the exact thing I predicted. It really is just like before. Yuki had always insisted on being the one to pay, and even after Sascha stealing the family fortune, he had made sure things wouldn’t change. He had started working after school instead, still wanting to be the one to take care of things.
“I’ll order for us,” Yuki says.
I nod obediently. “Okay.”
“So?” His tone is impatient. “What do you want?”
I blink at him. “You really don’t know?”

I enjoyed it a lot. There was a tantalizing reveal every other chapter, and I loved it...Definitely recommended if you love anime, manga and that good Korean drama because this reminded me of it a lot, being a fan and all. Those who don't know those things may not get or appreciate the humor and intentions, which is a major shame, but yes. Check it out. ~ Amazon 5-star verified review

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Drawn

2/12/2022

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17-year-old Katerina “KC” Chariot is a good girl with a secret. She’s so nice she has an impossible time swearing unless she’s using pretty British cuss words. She also likes to fantasize about hot guys in her school. But it’s for work. Really. Katerina is an aspiring mangaka, and she needs “inspiration” for drawing smutty scenes.

Unfortunately, one particular fantasy about the Japanese-Russian transfer student Yuki Himura gets the better of her. She ends up unconsciously moaning his name – in Yuki’s presence, too. In a twist of fate, Katerina finds herself agreeing to become Yuki’s secret toy, which sounds a lot worse than it actually is- especially in the eyes of her Theology-professor dad.

The whole school thinks of Yuki as the ideal guy – gorgeous, smart, and sweet. But with Katerina, he’s the Devil sent to torment her, seduce her, and – worst of all – he’s making her fall in love with him even though he's said it’s the one thing she should never ever do.

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I bought DRAWN on a whim and because of the cover art. I'm an avid manga reader and figured why the hell not. And I was seriously, happily surprised. This book is AMAZING. It has the manga feel without the pictures but the author writes in such a way that you can easily picture it all. It has the Japanese manga feel, from the half Japanese love interest to the aspiring Mangaka, to snippits of the Japanese language. DRAWN will make your inner fan girl scream and blush, while you laugh out loud, yell at the main characters and cheer them on all at the same time. This is definitely for an 18+ audience though. I will say that though there are no actual sex scenes the scenes that the author does have are more than enough to satisfy you.

KC is an aspiring Mangaka who gets her inspiration for her writing from her vivid, avid erotic fantasies. The latest object of her desires is Yuki, a half Japanese student in a few of her classes who one afternoon catches her moaning his name while in the middle of yet another fantasy. This encounter sets the action for the story where he talks her into being his "toy" with her stipulation of no sex. But man oh man does he make her want to throw her convictions to the wind and shag him like crazy. His only rule is no falling in love with him. So starts their wild, secret relationship which is by no means an easy one. Between the complexity of their relationship, her up and coming career, High School life and snobby girls, family issues- on both sides, the author easily holds your interest while keeping you in suspense as to what will happen.

I absolutely recommend this book for anyone who loves their shoujo with a dash of smut and enjoys being utterly captivated by the characters and storyline. Read DRAWN, you won't regret it. ~ Verified Amazon 5-star review

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My Russian Stepbrothers

12/20/2021

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I know I'm lucky, to have three of the hottest Russian guys in town as my doting (but often overprotective) stepbrothers.And I know, I really do understand that I shouldn't jeopardize what I have. What we have. A big, beautiful house. A happy family. A promising future.
But then I see him. I look at him. And I just can't help wanting him, even knowing it's forbidden.
Vassi.
I love him so much. Need him. Want him.
Even though I know one day, he'd fall for another girl, and I wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

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It was a day of many firsts for Seri.
Her first day in college, her first class with Vassi, and the first day since…that time.
With Seri seated alone at the last row, it was just Seri and Vassi sharing the long console table as he slid into the vacant seat on her left. Darkness allowed him to escape detection, everyone too busy watching the video tutorial playing in front.
If the lights had been on, it would have been different of course. All the girls would have gone crazy at the knowledge that Vassi Grachyov was with them.
Vassi! Grachyov! In! The! Flesh!
Seri had seen it happen too many times to count.
She felt him move his chair closer to her, and she resisted the urge to move her seat away from him.
D’err mo.
She sucked at this.
She had been the one to force him into being her boyfriend and---
“Still not going to look my way, solnishka moya?” The words were whispered straight into her ear, and Seri nearly fell off her chair.
Bo zheh moy. Oh my God, but what was that?
How was it that his mere voice was enough to turn her on now?
This close, she could smell his aftershave, could feel his breath fanning her skin. He leaned even closer, his arm resting at the back of her chair.
“Maybe you should think twice about this.”
“No,” she hissed under her breath. Even without looking at him, she could feel him smirking, and she was torn between wanting to kick him under the table and---
An idea crystallized in her mind, and she found herself unable to let go of it.
She could do it. She was going to do it. She really was, and it would teach him to underestimate her.
So yes, she would do it.
She would.
Vassi started to move away, still smirking, and it was both irritating and sexy, the way he seemed capable of reading her every mind---
Seri took a deep breath and just did it.
She touched his knee under the desk.
Ha!
Triumph filled her as she succeeded in making the first move, and her body trembled at the feel of his knee under her fingers. Seri glanced at Vassi, and the faint light coming from the glow of the projection allowed her to see his face, which was…bland.
Huh?
He raised a brow. “That’s it?”
Her lips parted and closed.
B’lyad.
She really sucked at this, and color flooded her cheeks as she realized that what seemed like such an incredible achievement for her was probably child’s play for someone as experienced as Vassi. They might only be a year apart in age, but she wasn’t foolish enough to think that the difference between his level of experience and hers could be measured the same way.
Angry and humiliated, she started to pull her hand away, but his hand suddenly covered hers.
Her gaze jerked to his. “Let go!”
“What’s wrong?” His lips curved. “We’re just getting started.” He picked her hand up.
“Shut---” But she found herself choking instead, unable to believe what Vassi had just done.
Or made her do.
Whatever.
The point was, her hand was now on…his…dick.
Her eyes flew to him in shock. Was he serious? They were in class, and they were not alone!
And as if to answer her, Vassi slowly started to move her hand up and down his dick. His eyes still held hers captive, gleaming with cruel pleasure. Yes, he was serious. Yes, he knew they were in class, they were not alone, and wasn’t that goddamn exciting?
Her breath hitched, and she wanted to bang her head against the table. She really sucked at this. She was supposed to be the one seducing him, blackmailing him, and yet it was the opposite.
Vassi’s hand tightened around hers as he pushed her to move her hand faster. His dick was longer and harder, thicker, too, than she imagined, and the knowledge that she was holding it---
Holy Mother of Russian Miracles, she was holding Vassi’s dick---
She wanted to moan and whimper, she wanted to open and close her legs at the same time, the wetness soaking her panties making her ache with a strange kind of need to be filled.
When his dick twitched in her hold, her fingers involuntarily tightened around his arousal, and she heard him hiss.
It was the most beautiful sound---
The lights opened.
“Does anyone have questions?” the professor in front asked.
That, on the other hand, was the most awful sound she had ever heard. It was the sound of knowing they could be discovered any moment, of people realizing that she was giving her stepbrother a hand job in public---
Panicking, she tried tugging her hand away, but instead he only made her hand stroke him faster. He still had his arm on the back of her chair, but he was facing the professor, his posture entirely relaxed.
Nothing in his demeanor gave him away---
And yet, under the table, she could feel his dick growing between her fingers, could feel it throbbing almost violently----
Seri heard him say between clenched teeth, “Faster.”
And somehow, she couldn’t stop herself, stroking him as fast as she could while she squeezed him hard, drawing every little lesson of seduction she could from all the hentai videos she had watched.
In the corner of her eye, she saw Vassi stiffen in his seat, just before he started to cum.
Oooooooh.
She hurriedly covered her mouth with her free hand before her moan escaped her.
B’lyad.
That sound---
She squeezed her eyes shut as the sound of his pleasure played over and over in her mind.
She had made her stepbrother, Vassi, come with her hand.
And Holy Mother of Russia, but instead of feeling dirty, she just wanted…more.
The bell rang, and everyone started to stand up. Vassi grabbed her wrist and before she knew what was happening, he already had her out of the classroom, and they were walking away.
“I can’t believe you made me do that,” she hissed at him even as she struggled to keep up with his pace.
“You shouldn’t be complaining.” He smirked down at her. “Wasn’t that the point of this entire arrangement?” He bent down and without missing a step, he bit the outer lobe of her ear, whispering, “This is how I am as a boyfriend, solnishka moya.”
Argh!
She tripped over her own feet, making Vassi laughingly stop as he helped Seri regain her balance. She looked up, but before she could speak, he shook his head at her. “Give it up, leech.” His tone was light, but his gaze held a warning in it. “This blackmailing thing isn’t you, and in the end…only one of us will get hurt.”

This well-written, different style of Reverse Harem was good story with good characters with chemistry. ~ Amazon Vine Voice verified 5-star review

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My Sadistic Billionaire

10/21/2021

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Previously published as For Angelo

I'm afraid of rich people, literally. So why have I ended up falling for a sadist with billions in the bank?

Girls fall for Angelo because he's beautiful. The way he moves. The things he say. Even the forms his punishment take is a work of art. Everything about him is beautiful and irresistibly sexy...
But for me, the first thing I noticed about him was his laugh. It's the most sinful sound, but it's also that sound...that soft, beguiling laugh of a fallen angel - it's that sound which saves me. Changes me. Irrevocably.
The Italian billionaire doesn't believe a good girl like me can accept his darkness. He has needs he believes I'm incapable of satisfying. Certain tastes he doesn't think I'll ever be able to enjoy.
I'm determined to prove him wrong, though. I can learn to be bad for him. And he can learn to be nice for me. Or so I hoped...until Angelo does something that is just too cruel, even for me.

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Lane looked back at her fallen angel.
His concerned gaze made her heart skip a beat, and his voice was like the most darkly seductive melody as he murmured, “If you’re sure you’re okay…”
“I think I hurt my ankle,” she blurted out. God forgive me. “M-maybe you can check on me later?” She could feel a blush stealing over her cheeks at how unnaturally forward she was being. “I’m out in an hour.” Lane’s words had the stranger raising a brow, but even as her cheeks turned redder, she just couldn’t make herself take the words back.
“I see.” The stranger’s lips curved in the sexiest little smile, and his silvery gray eyes settled on her contemplatively.
His sudden scrutiny was unnerving, but Lane forced herself to meet his gaze. She had nothing to hide. She was just crushing on him, and now she was, well, flirting outrageously with him. Other girls did it all the time. So it wasn’t bad…right?
“You’re…different,” the stranger murmured.
“In a good way…right?” Lane clarified worriedly.
His smile widened, but he didn’t say anything.
Her heart slammed hard against her chest. Gosh, oh gosh. It was just a smile, but she felt hot all over.
When he took a step back from her, Lane caught her breath, the pain of the increased distance surprising her.
“I’m keeping you, aren’t I?”
He nodded.
Her heart sank. “You’re meeting with someone?” Please say no, please say---
Another nod.
“I see.” Her heart had sped up its descent at his response, and she struggled to paste a smile on her trembling lips. Infatuation and heartbreak at first sight, Lane thought numbly. Who could’ve imagined it would happen this way?
Slowly, she made herself take a step back as well. Not meeting his gaze, she mumbled, “Sorry for keeping you.”
“It’s nothing.”
Silence.
“I’ll check up on you later---”
“You don’t have to---”
The stranger cupped her chin and forced her to look up. “Why not?”
She refused to be excited, frowning unhappily at him. “Because.”
“Because…what?” Again, his lips curved in that sexy little smirk, which even in her pain didn’t fail to make her body tingle all over.
“Because you’re meeting with someone,” Lane snapped in a rare display of annoyance. “Happy now?” The words were supposed to come out a snarl, but she ended all choked up with hurt disappointment.
The stranger released her chin. “See you later.” And just like that, he turned and started to walk away.
“I said you don’t have to,” she muttered resentfully.
“Even when I tell you I’m only meeting up with the college dean for work?” the stranger answered without looking back.
Her eyes widened.
“And have I mentioned the dean also happens to be fifty years old, bald, and male?” But he was getting farther and farther away from her now, and she barely heard his next words, spoken in a musing tone. “But then, if you think I shouldn’t be checking up on you---”
“NO!” Lane clapped her hands over her mouth, shocked that she had actually ended up yelling the word out.
The stranger stopped walking.
She didn’t hesitate.
She hurried after him, and by the time she reached the stranger he had already turned to face her, a familiar smirk on his strong, beautiful face.
“You don’t seem to have a hurt ankle---”
She didn’t hesitate, pretending to limp on the last few steps.
His laughter rang out, and this time she realized what made it so different, what made her want to hear it again and again.
Lane stumbled to a stop.
She was suddenly perilously close to tears.
His laughter…reminded her of Laura.
Her brazen sense of joy, her indomitable spirit, her fierce love---
Against all odds.
“Are you okay?” Her fallen angel was in front of her again, his tone a mixture of wariness and worry, and she couldn’t blame him at all. She had to look crazy in his eyes right now, with the way she was flirting outrageously with him one moment and then fighting back tears the next.
“I’m not crazy, I promise,” she told him, trying but failing to repress her smile.
“If I weren’t a gentleman, I’d admit to being unconvinced.”
“You already said it,” she pointed out helplessly.
“Then I guess I’m not a gentleman.” And his silvery eyes gleamed in a way that told her there were other ungentlemanly things he wanted to do.
Oh, Looooooord.
And she heard herself ask breathlessly, “You’ll check on me later?”
“We’ll see.”
“Please?” She had never flirted in her entire life until now, but somehow the words came so easily to her, never mind if she couldn’t help blushing while she said them.
“We’ll see,” he repeated firmly. And it was clear in the way wickedness flashed in his silvery gaze that he liked hearing her beg, liked keeping her on her toes.
Lane watched him go, and not once did he look back even though he had to be aware of how her gaze followed his every movement.
Sadist, she thought absently, but for some reason, this didn’t displease her at all.

I received a free copy of this book via Booksprout and am voluntarily leaving a review. Oh my, wow I'm speechless this was the best twisted story I've ever read . I m just in love with these characters so much . so 10 stars is just not enough for this book . lane petersen has a anxiety disorder special form of plutophobia so when she hears a angel he knows she wants him but Angelo valenia the third has his own issues but these two will take you on a ride you just can't get off of.
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Betrayed On Stage

9/19/2021

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Previously published as The Rockstar I've Loved for So Long

French rockstar Dylan Charbonneau didn't mean to be best friends with an innocent schoolgirl like Bree...

And Bree certainly didn't mean to have a crush on a rock god notorious for his womanizing ways.
Dylan does everything to keep her at a distance, but Bree is tired of waiting.
She's willing to risk it all for love, but because Dylan knows it could never work out between them...
He'll just have to hurt the only girl he's cared about...for her sake.

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“You didn’t answer your phone, babe,” were the first words she heard when Bree finally managed to extract her phone from her gym bag and answer the call. The ringtone, assigned only to a single name in her contact list, said it all. She was so going to kick herself if she didn’t answer in time.
The words sounded more cool than accusatory, but since this was Dylan Charbonneau they were talking about, Bree knew it was secretly more of the latter.
“Sorry,” she apologized sincerely, a little out of breath as she collapsed on the bench, thoroughly winded after her hour-long run on the treadmill. “I left it in my locker with the rest of my stuff while I was working out.”
Bree’s words over the phone made Dylan want to groan. It called to mind all sorts of erotic images, of the now fabulously shapely Bree in a sports bra and tiny gym shorts, her skin sleek with sweat as he took her from behind.
Somehow, ever since Bree turned eighteen late last year, his desire for her knew no bounds. Dylan dreamt of taking her virginity and fucking her hard almost every night these days, forcing him to take a cold shower way too often for his liking.
It was hell, but he knew a far worse fate awaited him if he tried to act on his needs.
Bree was special. Bree was untouchable. Bree would and should…never be his.
“Be careful that you don’t work out too much,” he cautioned lightly. “I don’t want you turning yourself into a toothpick---”
“Like the supermodels you date?” she asked with acerbic sweetness.
Dylan chuckled, the sound intimate enough to make her shiver. “Don’t be a bitch, babe. You know they’re like that for work.”
“Ha!”
“Besides, I don’t give a damn if that’s what they want. It’s you I care about.”
He said the words so easily, Bree thought grumpily. Why couldn’t she do the same? Why couldn’t she just tell Dylan she loved him? They both knew he was – had always been – aware of her feelings for him anyway.
“Hmph.”
Dylan only chuckled again. “I miss you, you know.”
“Then come visit me so you won’t miss me any longer,” she said, doing her best to sound gruff. Just because the whole world knew she was head over heels in love with him didn’t mean she had to wear her heart on her sleeve all the time.
“If only I could,” he said, meaning it. He wanted so badly to fly to Florida and just be with her, but that would be suicidal. One look at a grown-up Sabrina Wyle and Dylan knew he would be on her and inside her, and to hell with the consequences.
“Why couldn’t you?” Bree winced at how whiny she sounded.
“Work,” Dylan said evasively, hating the fact that he was now forced to lie to her.
“Oh.”
And that sound of disappointment in Bree’s suddenly quiet voice? He hated that even more, but nothing was worse than knowing he was the reason for it.

A love transcending years. A Rockstar who believes he doesn't 'belong' to any ONE; he needs to be available for his many fans. Yet, realization comes at a price.
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Touched In Flight

8/23/2021

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Previously published as That One Time

A grocery draw...
That's how innocent, free-spirited Ayah ends up flying business class...and seated next to cynical Dutch billionaire Nic de Konigh, whose private jet had broken down at the most inopportune time.
Girls like Ayah have never been his type, but Nic somehow finds himself doing all sorts of things to her. In flight.
And later, he also finds himself saying things he had never said before.
Things like how he loves her back...even when it's a lie.

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Betrayed On Stage
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