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Tempting Victoria by Mina V. Esguerra 
His Need, Her Desire by Malia Mallory 
When She Fell for the Billionaire by Suzette de Borja 
In Too Deep by Bianca Mori 
Other Than Easy by Laney Castro 
Man Up Party Boy by Danielle Sibarium 

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After shooting everyone deadly looks, Helios curved an arm around the tiny brunette beside him, pulling her closer as he said, “This is MJ.”

“Hi, Kalli.” Her voice had just a trace of shyness in it. “I’m Helios’ wife.” This time, her words had a dreamy quality to it, like she still found the fact surreal.

Kalli shook hands with MJ. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, too. I am Kalliope, but you may also call me Kalli. I am the girl Yuri loves.”

It was Helios’ turn to smirk as a familiar, stoic look fell over Yuri’s too-pretty face. But more than amusement Helios privately felt relief. Whatever doubts he had over the rightness of having someone like Kalliope Antoniou engaged to the club’s vice president, it had been eliminated by the way the Greek heiress so easily kept Yuri Athanas on his toes.

He needed someone like that, Helios thought. Yuri had lived too long behind his self-imposed cage. Even Yuri’s own sister hadn’t managed to completely penetrate Yuri’s rigid control over his emotions, but maybe Kalli was the key.

Hallie Athanas harbored the same hopes. She watched her brother shake his head at exasperation and held her breath. With anyone else, she was sure he would be ruthlessly polite and use his beautiful manners to put the woman in place.

But he didn’t.

“You don’t have to say that all the time, sweetheart,” Hallie heard Yuri say.

To which his fiancée replied in a perplexed tone, “Why shouldn’t I?”

Yuri’s jaw clamped shut. How the hell did he answer that without possibly offending Kalli? But as it turned out, he didn’t have to worry about it at all.

“I like saying it, Yuri.” The grave look that accompanied her words was beginning to be familiar, a sign that she was about to drop another oh-so-truthful bombshell. “I’m proud someone like you loves me.”

And that was that.

Seven words, and it threw his entire world off tangent.

I’m proud someone like you loves me.

Yuri ran a hand over his face. Sweet, beautiful, Kalli. How did she keep doing it? How could she keep breaking his heart when it didn’t even exist?

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So...I just came back from Sunday mass / service with my family, and it's really amazing how God works because today's teaching has answered a question I didn't notice was bothering me until now. 
When I read reviews of my work and emails from readers, one of the more common complaints and questions has to do with my heroines. Why are they so weak? And reading between the lines I'm guessing by 'weak' they're asking why do my heroines forgive so easily? 
Take for instance Stavros and Willow's story. He's fucked another girl right where Willow can hear it. 
How can she forgive this? How can she still love him after this?
And so forth. You can probably cite all my books and you'll easily find something similar. 
When I get this question, I typically don't reply - if I ever did, I can't remember to be honest; maybe once or twice, when I was just naive and starting out. 
I don't reply because I believe we all have the right to think and feel the way we do, and there's no need for me to justify why I chose to write my story in any particular away.
However, after today's service, I realize that I at least owe it to everyone to explain, just once, and then the link will go to my FAQ post. 
And now, for the answer, let's watch this first.

This video made me cry in church. >.< I hate crying in public, but I guess it was appropriate I was able to watch this now because it's enlightened me on how to best define my work.
If you've watched the video, you'd have seen the cruel pleasure Jesus' tormentors had in whipping and causing Him pain. But here's the question - do you believe Jesus hates them for what they've done? Do you believe Jesus stopped loving them?

The answer is NO.
And that is what I hope the characters in my works exemplify. That is what I hope my stories are able to deliver across.  God loves us despite us our many shortcomings, failures, and imperfections. God forgives us even when we haven't earned His forgiveness. 
If God is able to forgive and without question, how can we NOT do this as well? How can we at least NOT TRY?
Now, I'm not saying that forgiveness is to condone evil. OF COURSE NOT. God Himself gives us challenges in life to make us reflect and repent, to desire forgiveness and seek atonement. 
What I am saying is that FORGIVENESS IS LOVE.  If to forgive easily to make a person weak in someone else's eyes, so be it. This is nothing to be ashamed of. I can't say that I am able to follow this myself in real life - it's a personal struggle for me, too, but I try. And with God's grace, I hope eventually I'm able to forgive AND love as easily as the characters in my book do.
The end. :)
A blessed Sunday to you all!

His name was Yuri Athanas. 
They called him the golden boy of Afxisi, a college org during the day and an underground racing club at night.
Like his brothers, Yuri was rich, powerful, gorgeous, and devastatingly sexy.
Unlike his brothers, Yuri did not leave a trail of broken hearts behind him.
Yuri was the angel amidst all the other Greek devils, they said.
I liked hearing that about him. It gave me hope that when we do meet again, he would remember his promise, and he would keep it.
He would take one look at me and he wouldn’t mind I wasn’t…okay. 
He wouldn’t mind I wasn’t…normal. 
If he was everything I prayed he would be, he’d take one look at me and love me, like he had promised.