He grabs my chin forcing my head up, and then presses his lips to mine. A moan escapes from somewhere in my throat, and he growls into my mouth. His lips are soft, but punishing as he pushes his tongue into my mouth. I feel completely surrounded by him. One hand is running through my hair, and the other is on my ass pulling me closer, letting me feel his arousal through my dress. He gives my ass a hard squeeze making me moan again. His hand glides up to my neck then down to the curve of my breas...

When a famous author keeps on receiving emails from his stalker, his agent says to let it go. She says it's good for his popularity.
But when the stalker gets too close, will he run and call the police for help?
Is it a thriller?
Is it a comedy?
Is it steamy romance?
or... is it just a disaster waiting to happen?
Add the book to your library, read and find out as another townie gets his spotlight and hopefully his happy ever after 😘

Silas grabbed a shotgun from the corner of the room. I stood beside him, my heart pounding in my chest. We moved cautiously towards the door, our bodies tense. The door burst open, and the creature stood in the doorway, its eyes glowing with an unnatural intensity. It was larger than before, its form more defined. Behind it, several other creatures emerged from the darkness. Fear turned into adrenaline as we faced our enemies. This was it. The moment of truth. where shadows creep longer and secr...

If you were to write your own story, how would you end it?
Annika Ficarro is a writer who often runs away from reality, not interested in love because she believes there is no destiny for her, that only happy endings happen in the books she reads.
She promises herself that she will never love again, but deliberately playing destiny, a man she has long forgotten returns, to knock her heart out again. She wanted to give the man another chance, but she was afraid that might get hurt again.
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