1508 Book(s) Related to more than a memory ne henderson

When Katrina started working as Lucas's secretary she never envisioned falling for the handsome and arrogant CEO but as she worked alongside him, sir discovered that there is more to him than he lets the outside world see and her heart couldn't help but fall for him.
But Lucas only saw her as his secretary.
.... Or so she thought.

Grace stepped back in fear when he stepped ahead.
"Do it again and I will break your legs..."
He warned.

Her eyes filled with tears.
"Chief, I am sorry... I didn't wanted to but it happened all of a sudden... I had no idea..."
She sobbed.

Dominick grabbed her chin harshly.
"Open your mouth for only one thing in front of me..."
He gritted and she whimpered and sobbed when he let it go with jerk.

"Please Don't punish me... I am sorry"
She pleaded but her words fell on deaf ears.
"I don't want to do it, chief please... I am scared of this... Please, please..."
She cried.

"Strip..."
He ordered while walking towards the wall.

Her eyes widened when he did that. Grace couldn't think properly. Out of fear she ran towards the door but poor girl didn't know that she can't open it.


Grace is a nice and intelligent girl but her kindness is her enemy. she was living happy and peaceful life until Mob boss knocked on her door.
Grace had to sacrifice herself to the devil for her father's mistakes.

but does this devil have heart? how will Grace deal with this silent and cruel man who doesn't even talk to her? how long she can do it for her father? afterall it's not easy to have sex with mob boss.

"This marriage is nothing more than a business deal so don't expect anything more from me"
Those were the words my husband threw at me the minute we got married. How do you make an arranged marriage work when your husband has a mistress who has threatened to kick you out?

Hazel Reyes found her world turned upside down when she learnt that her father was on his deathbed and that she must marry a stranger as his last dying wish.

Atticus Hayland, the brute force of the capitalist world, received an offer to marry a billionaire's daughter for rights to his company.

Atticus intends to marry her before tossing her aside, but he is surprised to learn that his new wife will not allow him to use her for her company rights when she demands respect and for him to get rid of all his mistresses. Will Hazel succeed in becoming Atticus's only woman, or will she be tossed out by the other woman?

When Amelia Pierce finally admits her marriage is a gilded cage, one shattered glass and a chilling vow—I’ll never divorce you—send her straight into the orbit of Bryson Hearst: her new boss, her oldest secret, and the man who quietly bought a ring for her six years ago and locked it in his safe.

In a world of penthouse boardrooms and whispered scandal, Bryson is the kind of dangerous that feels like safety. He moves her into protection, runs her a jasmine-scented bath instead of crossing a line, and promises to destroy her husband in the daylight and worship her in the dark. But Amelia’s freedom has a price: West Coast deals that turn volatile, an ex-assistant with receipts and a grudge, and a powerful family that believes Pierce women never leave.

As a covert investigation exposes more than a cover-up, and a storage unit full of sins, Amelia signs away every claim to her husband’s fortune—she doesn’t want his money, only her life back. The clock is ticking: four weeks to a court date, four weeks of stolen mornings and velvet-box confessions, four weeks for a man who has loved her from afar to prove he can love her up close without touching her until she’s free.

Lush, addictive, and breathless with restraint, More Than I Knew is a high-heat, high-stakes contemporary romance where consent is the sexiest power move, protection reads like possession, and a woman chooses herself—then the man who’s been choosing her all along.

This is the anticipated sequel to… "ESCLAVE"

He came along and re-carved my fate… but he didn't make things better… he made things worse… for me. He became my master… my owner, my captor, my tormentor. My life didn't become easier… it turned out harder to live.

In one night… he gave everything I'd ever wanted… needed… desired… and just like that… he took it all back… on the very next morning. He showed me that I was broken… a deviant… like him… then left me alone to deal with the consequences… of selling my soul to the devil.

But who would have thought… there was still hope… for him… and me. We both were in for it… a truth to find… a surprise to unfold… a decision to make… that neither one of us had expected.

What could King Ikyn, the Taker of Life, the Dragon King himself, possibly want with Princess Eira? Is she just his bride or is she something more?


Glowing red eyes sit low within Ikyn's scaled, angular skull, giving him a rather intimidating look; nearly perfectly matching his human body. Several small gold horns sit atop his head, just above his thick, curved ears. Small fan-like skin and bone structures runs down each side of his jaw. His nose is long and has two tiny, warped nostrils and small onyx growths on his chin. Several rows of sharp teeth poke out from the side of his mouth.
'Is he... Smirking? At me?' Eira admires his long neck and studies his massive body. His skin is covered in wide, shining black scales. A row of onyx protrusions run down his spine. His belly is covered in shimmering gold skin, matching his horns and thorny claws. His monstrous bat-like wings grow slowly from his shoulders. A thin layer of gold skin is all that's visible inside and long onyx growths extend from many parts of the bottom sides of each wing.
Eira is too entranced to notice Ikyn sneak his tail around her small frame. She touches the thick, wide, shining black scales, finding it smooth and surprisingly cold. She flinches when she realizes the sharp gold tip of his tail is playfully sliding across her neck.

He never planned to touch her, let alone crave her.

When ruthless billionaire Roman Thorne is forced into a strategic marriage, he chooses Elena Sinclair, quiet, obedient, and easily controlled.

Or so he thought.

Behind her innocent eyes is a sharp tongue, a hidden past, secrets, and curves that haunt his nights. Elena has no intention of being anyone’s trophy wife. She plays by her own rules, and Roman’s cold detachment only fuels her fire.

Now Roman wants more than her name on his paperwork. He wants her moaning his name in the dark. He wants her loyalty. Her heart. Her everything.

Too bad Elena didn’t come to be owned.

I found out my entire relationship with the golden boy of hockey was just a sick, twisted bet with his ex-girlfriend.

I gave Felix Sawyer my firsts, my heart, and my absolute devotion, only to stand frozen in a parking lot listening to him and his friends laugh at my pathetic existence. "The whole thing with Bethel was just a bet," he had smiled, shattering my world.

Years later, I’m no longer that naive college nerd. I’m playing in the championship finals, and the only thing standing between me and the trophy is the demon who ruined my life.

"Let's make a bet," Felix whispered, cornering me in the locker room before the game, his smug face inches from mine. "If you win, I'll crawl in the snow. But if I win... you belong to me."

I accepted, fueled by pure, unadulterated hate. I was going to crush him on the ice. I was going to make him bleed tears.

But I didn't.

I watched in absolute horror as the final buzzer blew, and the scoreboard mocked my failure. Felix skated toward me, the crowd chanting his name, a dangerous, predatory smirk on his face.

"A bet is still a bet, darling," he mouthed. And tonight, he was coming to collect his prize.

She lost her memory and found herself in an unknown town with no one to call a family. She hates wolves and she doesn't know why, but when she meets the new boy in town and finds out she's actually being haunted by her uncle Ragner as she is the rightful heir to the throne, Astoria finds out that her life is anything but ordinary.

The moon glowed high above Lunar Heights, its light spilling over the city’s rooftops and forgotten streets. Hidden beneath the busy city, in the shadows of an abandoned subway system, Alex stood at the edge of the pack’s underground den, watching and waiting. He wasn’t just watching for threats. He was waiting for the moment everything would change.

Alex had always been the beta. The second-in-command. The reliable, loyal wolf who stayed in his place, followed the alpha’s orders and didn’t ask questions. That was how the Crescent Fang pack worked. Tradition came first, and Lucas, their powerful alpha, made sure every wolf knew it.

But lately, Alex had started to wonder if those rules were holding them back

Now, Alex faces a choice: stay in the role he was born into, or become the leader his pack needs.

The moon is rising. The pack is waiting. And Alex will have to decide who he truly is before it’s too late.

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Blurb
"I am sorry for the inconvenience, I will move to my room now.”

"I love it when someone of your caliber inconveniences me.“

"Are you not afraid of what I might do to you?” He grabbed her neck and she moaned out slowly.

"Do to me what you desire,” She said breathlessly.

"It's best you let me go.” He kissed her neck and it sent a shiver down her spine.

"You are in my debt!!”

"Then why don't I clear off the debts.” He turned her to the bed.

Meet Tessy Jones, an MBBS student who has a deep crush on her hot neighbor who is old enough to be her father. Having a taste of him triggered everything about her to have more of him.

Tables turned upside down when she discovered he was daddy's best friend not just that she was also betrothed to his nephew.

Now Tessy is so obsessed with Daddy's best friend, what will she do? No father will want their daughter to date their best friend and the age gap is also a big no, lastly he is also a ruthless mafia.

“I want to feel the way you shiver when I trace my fingers along your waist… and how you arch into me when I moved my fingers between your pussy lips.” His eyes locked with hers, filled with a promise that made her pulse quicken. “And when I finally reach that place where you want me most, Amanda... I’m going to take my time, driving you wild until you can’t think of anything but the way I’m making you feel.”


When best friends Amanda and Ron cross the line between friendship and desire, everything changes.

"Friendship or something more...?"

"Stop talking like that," I said.
"Like what?" He tilted his head slightly, his voice velvet and threat rolled into one. His eyes, sharp and assessing, flicked down to my lips for the briefest second before finding my gaze again.
"You know exactly what I mean," I whispered.
He paused for a moment, his gaze steady, unflinching. Then, in a voice so low it felt like it touched every part of me, he said:
"Because I can't stop thinking about you, Eve."


Eve Callahan never expected was to fall for the one man she could never have—her sister's fiancé.
Roman Hayes is everything she's been searching for. Steady where she's broken, gentle where she's scarred. But their love is the kind that can never see the light. One stolen moment becomes a secret they can't let go of, no matter how much it threatens to ruin them.
Caught between loyalty and desire, Eve must decide: protect the sister who betrayed her… or fight for the love that makes her feel whole again.

The moment Alexander lost his memory, I chose to lie: "I'm your girlfriend."

I maintained that lie for seven whole years.

For seven years, I lived like a shadow by his side, watching the disgust in his eyes after his memory returned, enduring every humiliation he gave me for Charlotte's sake. Until I held our dead child and swallowed that bottle of sleeping pills.

When I was reborn and opened my eyes, facing the same amnesiac Alexander, this time I said: "I'm just your friend."

Then I turned around and married his brother Daniel.

When Alexander knelt in the rain crying and begging for my forgiveness, when he desperately rescued Daniel from the rubble, when he was finally found breathless in his room— I no longer wanted to look back.

My world began to crumble the day my adopted sister, Opal, forced her way back into my life with a fatherless daughter in her arms.
My eldest son, Finn, was strapped to an operating table and used for live experiments until he was tortured to death. His remains were tossed into Death Valley.
For her, my husband struck me, costing me my second unborn child.
For her, my own brother locked me in a freezing dungeon. And my late father? He had been a slave to her charms long before he died.
While they threw a lavish birthday party for Opal’s daughter in the brightly lit banquet hall, I was pinned down by dungeon guards, my clothes being ripped off, inch by inch...

They say Mafia Don Luca loves me. He loved me when I was his brother's wife.
He loves me now as he locks me in his estate and showers me with blood-bought diamonds.
But his love is a poison.
Four years ago, he put a gun to his temple, forcing me to save his bastard son while my four-year-old daughter was reduced to ashes on the Brooklyn Bridge.
Now, he lets that same mistress smash my baby’s urn. He hands me over to a rival syndicate to keep his fake family safe.
He thinks he's making the hard choices to keep us together.
What he doesn't know is that I've already made mine—and it's going to leave him with nothing but ruins.

Trapped in a lifelong obsession with my flawed face, I found solace only behind beauty filters.
Seraphine, the undisputed beauty of our town, had not only stolen Cillian—the boy I liked—but made a habit of publicly humiliating me.
When I signed up for the Magnolia Queen pageant, I knew I didn't stand a chance. But one foggy morning, while fetching the paper, I found a mysterious silver compact mirror inside my mailbox.
With just a light dab of the powder, my lifelong acne scars vanished entirely. But engraved inside the lid was a list of previous owners, and Seraphine's name was glaringly present.
The faceless shadow that briefly flashed in the mirror was a grim reminder: this perfect skin didn't belong to me.
Who secretly delivered this curse to my doorstep?

After seven years of being an ignored wife and mother, she finally files for divorce.
She returns to her career as a top designer and shines brightly.
When her billionaire husband realizes what he lost, he begs her to come back.
But it’s too late—she’s already moved on.

"Mr. Barrett, this was from your ex-wife, saying she wished you a happy wedding!"

The assistant, Jacob, whose expression was a bit solemn, silently handed over the package.

He opened the package, which contained three documents:

The first one was a consent form for the donation of corneas and kidneys;

The second was a report from Washington Hospital on advanced brain cancer;

The third again was a pregnancy test issued by a Washington hospital.

He shuddered as he turned the last page of the document, all the signatures were hers...

"I'll sign the divorce papers, but I need you to promise me three things."

"First, will you smile at me? A real smile."

Andrew Barrett's slightly impatient face froze abruptly, and Jacob froze as well.

"Second, call me 'sweetie' or 'honey', like a husband to a wife."

Jacob had never seen such a simple request before, and at the same time, his heart overflowed with sourness because it was too simple, yet the man she was asking said coldly and stiffly:

"I can't."

Harper Flynn was at peace with herself because Andrew had let her down too many times, so even if she could not get whatever she wanted from him, she could also easily give up.

"Third, let me hug you. Then, I'll sign right away."

Harper reached out her hand, but the man's body remained tightly shut, standing there like a log.

At that moment, Jacob answered a phone call and his eyes lit up.

"Mr. Barrett, Dr. Chambers said that your cornea transplant is ahead of schedule and can be done at the same time as Ms. Wang's kidney transplant."

Within a short time, the three of them entered three separate adjoining operating rooms.

Harper lay on a cold operating table, with her hands resting on her abdomen, her eyes gently closed.

Baby, mommy wanted to hold out for you, but mommy was useless and couldn't hold out until you were born.

Her brain tumor was malignant, with a low success rate for surgery, and she once thought rather than die on the operating table, she'd rather be in pain and opt for conservative treatment. At least this way, she could still spend more time with Andrew.

But now, she was tired, so she'd have to take the baby with her.

At the same time, the red light came on in all three operating rooms.

In the door in the center, doctors removed fresh kidneys and corneas in vessels and stepped into the left and right door.

Jacob, who was waiting outside, watched in horror. Didn't Harper only donate kidneys?

Why would any doctor still come out holding a clear cornea and then walk into that operating room of Mr. Barrett's?!

Did...

Suddenly, from the center operating room came the doctor's panicked yell, "No! Cardiac arrest, how did this happen?"

Jacob was sweating profusely, his legs went limp, and he fell to the ground, muttering: "Mr. Barrett, you'll regret it, you'll definitely regret it..."

A month later, Andrew, who had regained his sight, did not see Harper show up.

He took out his phone and finally dialed the number.

It took a long time for the other side to answer. Andrew was a little impatient and spoke sharply: "Harper, hurry over and take your stuff away. It's taking up space!"

There was an "uh-huh" and a hang-up.

How long it took, he didn't know, but there was the sound of a door being pushed behind him.

"Mr. Barrett, I've come to pack up Harper's belongings for her."

The visitor was holding a picture frame in his arms, and the person in the black and white photo was clearly Harper!

“What did you say about me?” Hance asked angrily and Alexa took a step backwards as he wheeled himself closer to her.

“I..I didn't say it. I heard it from the girls downstairs, they said since you are crippled then you can't…you know”

He was finally closed to her and pulled her hand as she landed on his thighs, then he captured her lips with his.

It was a wild kiss and Alexa pushed him so she could catch her breath, then she felt something poking her from below.

“You need enough proof?” He questioned and she bit her lip nervously.

“Uhm, I read it somewhere that, if the man is…then the woman can take control” she stuttered while pointing at his legs.

Hance chuckled, he sat up and nodded, without waiting for instructions, she moved and sat on him as he grabbed her butt.

“Then you better ride me perfectly my little girl” he whispered before they engaged in a rough kiss.


Alexa Parker’s life turned upside down when her husband’s love for her turned to hatred, and he presented her with a divorce.
She had chosen him over her family, and now he presents her with a divorce just because his childhood crush is back. Her love for him turned to complete hatred, but she couldn’t do anything about it; after all, she was from a low-class family.

Left with no other choice, Alexa decides to move on and care for herself, but how was that even possible when her husband’s childhood crush kept doing everything to ruin her completely?

Not long after, she gets a job in a hotel where she gets entangled with a disabled billionaire, and things take a drastic turn when she discovers that the man is her ex-husband’s uncle and also the master of their family.

Will she choose to take revenge on her husband or find ways to go back to him by using the disabled man? Or will she choose to be far away from that family? But what happens when she discovers the true colors of the disabled man? He isn’t an open book or a perfect husband.

While I was busy looking for a way to save our son's life, Liam, My husband was busy having dinner with his childhood lover, Anna.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Wright, but we can no longer continue with the treatment procedures." Those were the last words the doctor had said before unplugging the life support from my child.

I had lost my child due to my husband's unavailability and I promise to avenge his death.

Life must be smart to lick, someone who is good at looking for faces. He will get a good position, as well as employment from other people. The world of life is only full of wars, those who are the best at removing and wearing topek. They are the ones who will endure to the end. In this world, there is not a single person who is truly good. They just come, then take advantage of each other

After Ivy Hart’s husband tragically loses his life in a horrific motor accident, her world is set to unravel in ways she never imagined. As she struggles with shocking revelations about her seemingly perfect husband, she finds it hard to believe. When Ivy uncovers the truth behind the crash and the individuals responsible for her husband's death, she stands on the brink of confronting a tangled web of dark secrets that will challenge everything she thought she knew.

Meanwhile, Ivy's children are restless, driven by a burning desire to avenge their father's untimely demise. As the layers of deception begin to peel away, Ivy finds herself drawn into a past she thought was buried, with each secret revealing new twists that could change their lives forever.

With each revelation, the question looms: can Ivy seek justice when her own hands are not entirely clean? The stakes are growing higher, and the line between right and wrong will blur.
Find out how Ivy navigates a haunting truth that leads her into an unending mystery. What will be uncovered, and how will it all end?

I pursued Kaelzen, Alpha of the Frostfang Tribe, for four years and was about to marry him, only to expose his deception shortly before the wedding. A serious head injury erased all my memories of him. My family arranged a new marriage with the Duskthorn Tribe heir, and I agreed, planning to leave once the Ash Gate opens in seven days. Unaware of my memory loss, Kaelzen still treats me arrogantly, yet he is just a stranger to me now.

Daphne Anderson has always longed for genuine love, whatever the form. She searched for it in her father and his horrid second wife even after her mother’s demise. Temporarily, she had found a sort of true love with her fiancé, until everything shattered when she caught him cheating.
Barely a week after the shocking discovery, she is presented with news of her father’s failing business – debts that ran into millions, failed investments and an impending bank foreclosure. The proposed solution was getting married to some Mysterious billionaire.
It was such a ridiculous offer - one that she would’ve tossed in the bin, if she were in her right senses. But being fresh out of a nasty breakup and her father’s sudden poor heart conditions, she flings caution to the wind and serves herself up as the ‘sacrificial bride’, especially if it’d stop everyone from breathing down her neck.
Daphne finds herself trapped in a web of family secrets, shocking revelations - and newfound desires… She has to make choices that will determine the pathway of her life. Will she find the strength to break free from the suffocating expectations and forge her own path? only hoping the sun doesn’t set on her fate yet? as time can be her greatest ally or foe.

I've been with Michael for five years, stood by him as he clawed his way up from nobody to mafia boss.

He promised me we'd get to city hall and make it official once he made it to the top, and today's supposed to be the day we finally register our marriage.

He's already postponed our registration eight times before because of his first love, Yvaine Price.

This is attempt number nine, and I'm not giving him a tenth.

In my previous life, I married the old-money aristocrat Charles for the sake of so-called love, only to exhaust my heart and soul enduring his mother's torment and his own spineless cowardice.

I eventually left that marriage with nothing but scars.
 
Meanwhile, my gentle and kind-hearted sister, Chloe, married the self-made shipping magnate Alexander.

Yet, she was relentlessly tormented by the so-called "comrade's sister" he kept in his mansion, ultimately slitting her wrists in a bathtub in utter despair.
 
Now, I was back to the exact moment we were about to sign our prenuptial agreements.
 
The second our eyes met, Chloe and I recognized the shared, unspoken resolve in each other's gaze—we had both been reborn.

I work for the government. My job was simple on paper: steal a key-chip from the man behind an organ-trafficking network.

The problem was access. He never moved without bodyguards, and any new face got screened out fast. The only opening was his son’s wedding—the one day he’d show up in public.

But I couldn’t hide what I am. Professional habits give you away. So I did the only thing that would make me invisible: I put myself under deep hypnosis, locked every memory, forged a new identity, and spent six months inside the estate as a disposable security guard.

For half a year, I hauled crates, swallowed insults, and scrubbed floors on my knees. Everyone thought I was easy to break.

On the wedding day, the groom came looking for trouble. He slapped me, forced me down, and my nose bled all over my uniform. I could barely breathe.

Then the wedding march started.

That was my trigger. The moment the music hit, everything came back—my name, my mission, and what I came to take.

They thought I was a dog they could kick. Nobody knew that the bloodied guard on the grass had just remembered everything.

Next, the wedding became my field.

Estelle’s life was once a fairy tale, filled with love and promise. However, tragedy struck on the day of their wedding. Estelle’s father and Cristofer’s parents were involved in a car accident that took their lives instantly. The loss was devastating for Cristofer, causing him to sink into deep sorrow and anger towards Estelle.

One tragedy comes after another, and she finds herself battling cancer, heartbreak, and deceit. In a world where all seems lost, Estelle must dig deep to find the strength to fight for what she loves most.


Cristofer’s magnetic yet cold voice wrenched her mind back to reality, “Sign the divorce paper now!”
Estelle lay her legs down, sat up, and asked, “Did you drink?”
“It’s none of your business.”
“Drinking is bad for your stomach.”
“I need to drink so that I won’t feel disgusted when having sex with you.”
“You couldn’t wait to divorce me?” Her voice sounded weak.
She turned her back on him as the smoke nearly smothered her, and she started coughing again.
“You know that, don’t you?” Cristofer deliberately breathed out a stream of smoke in her direction and felt inexplicably pleased to see her coughing and trembling.

In six years of marriage, I sacrificed everything for this family.
But my husband, Arthur, poured all his time and energy into another woman. Even worse, my own children wished for his mistress to be their mother.
When I realized I had been completely discarded—left truly alone in this house—something changed.
My eyes fell upon my mother’s Nobel Prize medal, and a fire ignited within me. A resolve of steel hardened my heart: From this moment on, I would live for myself!
Husband? Divorce him. Children? I was done with them.
From now on, I would be the master of my own destiny!
I returned to the laboratory, commanded the podium, and claimed the very same honors my mother once held.
But when I finally shoved the divorce papers into Arthur’s hands, his world—and the children’s—collapsed.
His initial flash of rage instantly crumbled. With bloodshot eyes, he fell to his knees before me, his voice hoarse and broken.
"Irene... I’m begging you... please don't leave me..."

I took a submachine gun bullet for Mafia Don Vincenzo Lombardi. I drank poisoned wine for him and bore his heir. To the the entire syndicate, I was his loyal cleaner and lucky talisman.
But the moment he seized ultimate power, he brought her home—my "pure and fragile" adopted sister, Vanessa.
For her, Vincenzo shattered my knees, handed over my title as Donna, and turned my own son against me. He dismissed my broken heart, claiming I was being petty and that she was merely "joining the family."
Yet, the innocent Vanessa was a monster in disguise. She ruthlessly slit her own mother’s throat—the woman who raised me—and locked me in a sub-zero freezer.
When Vincenzo finally pried the heavy iron door open, there was no pity in his eyes. He only offered a cold command: crawl and beg his pregnant new Donna for forgiveness.
Wiping the bloody ice crystals from my lips, I looked at the man I had loved with my life, and rasped my final words: "Vincenzo... I'm dying."

In a city owned by the Four Families, Constable Paix Hanger has advanced as high as he can. A hard-working twenty-year veteran relegated to walking a beat in the worst neighborhood of the worst precinct of the city, he resents the crime family which rules his quadrant, chafing at the restrictions placed on him by his superiors "for his own good". A boy who's a reminder of the son he might never have disappears and those who look for him begin dying. When the incompetent and corrupt detectives assigned to the case are unable or unwilling to act, Constable Hanger takes matters into his own hands. This companion story takes place during the same time frame as The Jacq of Spades: Part 1 of the Red Dog Conspiracy.

Three years ago, my best friend Juliana Pierce was raped and jumped from a twelve-story building. I was there. I saw everything. I know exactly who did it.

Alexander Knight—Juliana's boyfriend, brilliant scientist, the man I've secretly loved for seven years—has spent every moment since hunting for answers. He believes I'm shielding a predator. He's dedicated his life to making mine hell.

Now I'm dying of ALS, and Alexander's dragged my broken body onto his "Memory Judgment Stage" for the world to see. His new technology can rip memories straight from my brain and broadcast them as holograms.

"Tell them who killed Juliana," he shouted.

I refuse. So he cranks up the machine, letting the neural probes tear through my dying brain. My hand shatters. My body convulses. But I won't break.

Until the memories start bleeding out anyway.

And when Alexander sees the rapist's face—Completely loses his mind.

In the small, snow-covered town of Evergreen, Christmas preparations are in full swing, but far up in the surrounding mountains, a heartbreaking discovery is made forcing Melanie to return to the town that her parents called home.
Amidst the festive cheer, Morgan, a lonely Alpha with a difficult past, struggles with the weight of his loneliness. He yearns for companionship and family, watching enviously as others come together during the holidays yet he refuses to allow any of the humans that inhabit the town to get close to him, instead, watching from a distance.
After a second tragedy strikes as Melanie travels back to her parent's home, she finds herself trapped in a snowstorm with the lonely Alpha, forced to hole up in his isolated Cabin to wait out the storm.
As they find themselves growing closer, Morgan faces a difficult decision with the woman who refuses to let anything dampen her spirit and seems determined to bring a ray of sunshine back into his life.
Will he keep her at a distance or will he finally allow her to break down the barriers he constructed around his heart long ago?

Life, they say, is not a storybook but life unfolds in chapters; good chapters, bad chapters. What happens when the chapters of Jasmine’s life were not only bad but terrible?


In a world where only the strong gets what they want, and where women are only considered toys, Jasmine, an omega wolf, is thrown into the furnace of life to burn by her mate whom she loved but now loathed.

She was abused day and night, lost countless pregnancies in the hands of her toxic mate, and was used as a mere pleasure toy. Life seemed hopeless, and fate played a quick one when she discovered she was pregnant again.

To protect herself and her baby, she ran away from the pack and ended up in the arms of another Alpha.

What happens when she discovers this Alpha was her second chance mate?

Is she finally going to be happy or has fate tricked her yet again?

I was supposed to be the avenger who would kill Vincenzo Romano, head of the Romano family, to settle the blood debt for my deceased lover Matteo. But I never expected to suffer a severe head injury at the crucial moment, losing my memory completely.

When I woke up, this "enemy" told me he was my fiancé and showered me with tender love and devotion during my amnesiac state.

But when my memory returned, the truth cut through my heart like a blade—I had actually fallen in love with the man who murdered my beloved! Even more terrifying, I was carrying his child in my womb...

"Island settings have a special kind of nostalgic magic, and CJ Hunt has imbued River's End with a mix of small town charm and sexy fun that pulls readers in and makes them want to stay for more." ~Laurel Greer, author of From Exes to Expecting" Merry Tremayne loves Christmas in Rivers End. Festivals, food, and family make the holiday magical—which is fantastic, as long as she’s not the one making the magic. The last time she used her Gift to improve someone’s Christmas spirit, it ended in catastrophe. So when she accidentally casts a spell on a grumpy, gorgeous Grinch, she thinks she’s ruined everything. That is, until he kisses her with enough heat to melt a snowman.For Dillon Clarke, nothing good has ever come from Christmas. But things start looking up when he meets perky, sexy Merry, who’s determined to put the tinsel on his tree and the jingle in his... bells. Together, they might just be able to conquer their fears and begin some new Christmas traditions of their own.When a Christmas witch meets a gorgeous grinch, sparks fly... literally! Come home to Rivers End and fall in love with this ‘sweet with a dash of heat and magic’ small town, holiday romance. A note from author CJ HuntWelcome to Rivers End! All my stories take place in the same small town and there is no right or wrong way to explore the stories. You can read them in chronological order, by miniseries (family or theme), or just jump in with any book, novella or story that interests you.A Touch of Magic in Rivers EndMerry (Merry+Dillon)Oona (Oona+Sam)The MacAllisters of Rivers EndSilver Bells (Jenna+Isaac, Beginnings)Tipsy (Shannon+Lucas)Reindeer Games (Ginger+Eli)Wedding Bells (Jenna+Isaac, HEA)Elfed (Lindsay+Noah)The O'DonnellsThe List (Selina+Connor)The Martinez FamilyMaybe (Lucie+Daniel)

For fifteen years, Anastasia Stafford lived a life defined by a single, cruel purpose: to serve as a living blood bank for her adopted sister.

She gave everything—her health, her talent, and her dignity—only to be discarded and betrayed by the very family she tried so hard to please.

Her first life ended in tragedy, falling from a building with nothing but regret.

But fate has granted her a second chance.

Waking up on her twenty-third birthday, Anastasia decides she is done being the silent victim.

She steps away from the toxic Stafford Family and turns to the one thing they could never take from her: her extraordinary talent for design.

She catches the eye of Richard Roosevelt , a powerful CEO who offers her a partnership rather than pity.

Anastasia is no longer just surviving;

she is systematically dismantling the family that ruined her ，and hunting for the truth behind her mother’s death.

"Are you out of your mind?"

"The scouts are coming tomorrow, and you want to ditch the regional finals just to take care of her after a botched cosmetic procedure?"

I tipped off the school board to stop him from ruining his life.

Because of me, he won the championship and secured his draft pick. But because he stood her up, his girlfriend dumped him.

Years later, he sat at the top of a billion-dollar sports enterprise, while I was a researcher working for him.

Out of nowhere, he brought a carbon-fiber hockey stick down on my hands, crushing my finger bones to splintered dust

"Maeve, you cold, calculating machine," he spat. "This is your karma."

When I opened my eyes again, the agonizing pain was gone.

I had just been given a second chance.

On the day of my engagement, I was kidnapped.
As I plunged into the freezing ocean, I watched my fiancé swim past me… to save another woman.
Maybe it was sheer refusal to die like that, but I was given a second chance at life.
And the very first thing I did after I was reborn was simple:
“Call off the engagement.”

Kai Zang only plays trash games. So when an old forgotten game asks him to pick a difficulty, of course he chooses Hard Mode.

Now he's trapped in Veridia with a floating system screen and a smelly, talking beast that won't shut up.

The system says he can go home—but first, he must tame 34 beasts of increasing rarity.

It didn't say how hard.

It didn't say how long.

And it definitely didn't say the beasts would fight back.

Wale never expected the world he built to crumble. One drunken night with his staff, Maya, led to a scandal that forced him into a marriage he never wanted. Behind closed doors, he promised his true love, Kate, “I’ll get rid of her in a year.”
For a year, Maya tried to win Wale’s love, enduring his coldness and distance, but he remained emotionally locked away. Just as he was about to hand her divorce papers, she revealed a shocking secret—she was pregnant. Wale, torn but still set on leaving her, abandoned Maya on the day she went into labor to be with Kate. In a cruel twist, a devastating accident claimed their baby’s life.
Devastated and broken, Maya confronts Wale with a chilling finality, “Congratulations, Mr. Wale. My baby’s gone. I want a divorce. You’ve taken the last reason I had to stay.”
For the first time, Wale feels something he’s never experienced—fear. Fear of losing the woman he dismissed for so long. But now, as Maya walks away, he’s faced with the hardest question of all; is it too late to win back the woman he pushed away? And even if he tries, can Maya ever forgive him for the pain he’s caused?

A fallen hockey captain with a shattered reputation. A struggling artist with a dying mother. One fake deal born out of desperation, one that neither of them can afford to lose.

Dean Morgan is one scandal away from losing everything: his career, his team, and the last shred of respect the league still pretends to have for him. Lucius Kemper is out of time, out of money, and out of options as his mother’s life hangs on a surgery he cannot afford.

So when Dean offers Lucius a contract instead of charity, they agree to a lie that looks dangerously real in the eyes of the world.

But behind closed doors, nothing about their arrangement stays simple. Because the more they pretend, the harder it becomes to tell where the act ends… and where something far more dangerous begins.