Damon Chase, CEO of Chase Enterprises and a typical bad boy is challenged to find a girl to fall in love with him. He only has a month to find this girl or he will lose the bet. Skye Davis becomes Damon's victim, she is stubborn and not easily taken by Damon's advances. Damon is determined to win this bet and will place a bet on a bet in order to do so. What Damon does not know is that Skye has her own little secret and he is in for more than he bargained for. Will Damon get what he wants, or will he become the victim? Will Damon learn that if you bet on love, then you gamble with your heart?
I open my eyes one by one trying to avoid the bright light that is streaming through the windows. I stretch every perfectly formed muscle in my body. I look on over to the blonde that is spread all over the bed next to me. There is a big smile on my face, and I am feeling great.
If there is something I do well, then it is rolling out of bed the morning after. Now by rolling, I mean getting my ass out of the bed I found myself in the night before. I live by one rule, and that is, I do not take girls home. Yes, sometimes I find myself in some tight spots and rough places but never once will they ever come over to my place.
I am meeting the boys at Crazy Beans this morning, so best I get my ass back home to shower and shave. We meet up at the coffee shop around the corner from the office as a routine every day, mostly for kiss and tell the morning after. This morning it seems I am the only one telling since they both went home empty-handed last night.
An hour later, I walk into the coffee shop where they are already waiting.
"Look what dragged his ass out of Ava's bed," Brody hollers over the crowd.
"It was not Ava; it was Amé."
"Same difference, bro. What is up with the third in a row?"
"I don't know what you are talking about."
"Don't act stupid; you know exactly what I am talking about."
"What is a third in a row any case?"
"It's the third time you have taken her home," Mason says as he joins the table.
"She has taken me home." I correct him.
"Whatever, it is still the third time, man."
"She is a nice girl."
Brody nearly topples his espresso over as he nothing but laughs at me. "And the whole of Myst thinks that too."
Pulling my worst frowning face at him, I place my order with the waitress.
"What is that supposed to mean?" I ask him in utter annoyance.
"That she is not the kind of girl you go home with for the third night in a row."
"And what kind is that?"
"The chick likes the fun, the lifestyle, she does not like you. She is playing with you."
"The hell with that. I am done with her; nobody plays me. I am the only one doing the playing here."
I see Mason staring at me with a big smile on that wise-ass face of his. "If you want to do a third, even a fourth, then you need a decent girl."
"I can get a decent girl."
Brody joins Mason in his damn teeth parade. "Can you get a decent girl that would want to take you home with her?"
"How difficult can it be to pick up a decent girl and go home with her?"
"Not as easy as what you think," Mason now says to me.
"There is plenty of them at the club."
"I said a decent girl, not a decent slut." Brody says as he gets this big wide-eyed look on his face.
I don't know where this is going, but I think I should keep my mouth shut while I am still ahead, but that male part of me who loves a challenge is not bound to back off now.
"I say let's place a bet" his wide-eyed look is now turning serious. "You can't get a decent girl that will take you to her place."
And, of course, Mason tries to push it further. "I am going to push it up; you can't get a decent girl to fall in love with you."
"Whoa there," I raise my hands as I pull back into my chair. "Fall in love with me?"
"Yes, the real you," Brody says. "Not the one with the money or any of that shit. And you not paying some chick to pretend she loves you either!"
"You asking me to get someone to fall in love with me for real?"
"Yes," Mason confirms. "I say half a mill that you can't."
Then Brody adds, "I raise it with another half mill that you won't."
I match the stupid smiles on their faces even better. "I can get any decent girl out there to fall in love with me. Many decent girls already do want to be in love with me."
"Are you in?" Brody asks.
"I am in. How long do I have?"
"I give you a week to meet the girl," Mason says.
"And I give you three months for her to say the words," Brody adds.
"Game on! Now, where do I meet this girl?"
"You are supposed to figure that one out yourself."
"Come on, a little help here would be great. I don't know everything, well I almost do."
"Don't tell me that you have never had a decent girl before?" Brody laughs, finding his own wise-ass comment funny.
And who would Mason not be if he cannot add his own five cents? "His decent less ass has never even been in love before."
"Oh, you got to be kidding me," Brody's laughter echoes the room. "I going to raise the stakes. Another half a mill says you fall in love with her."
"You have two chances of that happening, slim to nothing all. No women will put me under her spell." I think I should officially shut my mouth now; if I continue talking, who knows, I might be getting engaged next. I don't think I realize what my dumb ass has let himself in.
But my dumb ass could so do with a whiskey right now, but I got a meeting in an hour. I call the waitress on over to bring me a strong cup of espresso.
"Yes, sir, what can I get you?"
"Please don't call me, sir; I am probably the same age as you. Not that I am saying you old, I just..."
"No problem, I get what you mean. What can I get you?"
"Double espresso, please."
"Sure in a second."
She walks off to the counter to get the order. I can see these two staring at her ass. Yes, it is tight and just the perfect handful. My eyes can't help but wander down her sculpted legs. Watching her move in those reds stilettos makes my heart race and my blood boil in places it shouldn't. The thought about her and that empty table definitely crosses my mind.
Brody sees me watching her so intently. "There you go, what about that waitress?"
"Come on; I am not seeing a waitress."
"What is wrong with it" Mason looks at me, disgusted as he asks. "She looks like a decent girl?"
"It just feels weird; I have never seen myself going out with a waitress before."
"Don't judge so easily; she probably thinks you are a jerk."
"Okay, it's her then. That is the girl that I will get to fall in love with me."
But it is not her that brings me my coffee; it is another girl. "Here you go, sir."
"Thank you. Sorry for asking, but what happened to the other waitress?"
"Oh, that is not a waitress; that is the owner; she just helped out cause I was on the phone."
"The owner? Has she left?"
"No, she is just back in the office."
"Is she here every day?"
"Yes, she is here most of the days."
"That's great, thanks."
I turn back to the table. This is going to be easy; I will just come to drink more coffee during the day. My head might just be buzzing more, but if it gets the girl, then it is worth a shot of extra espresso a day.
I do not see her again in the shop after that. We finish our coffee and head our different ways. Usually, I'd be going with Mason, but I have a meeting on the other side of town. I take the short fifteen-minute walk; my mind keeps returning to the coffee shop owner.
"She will be mine even faster than she thinks."
“Tell me one thing, Ava. Do you believe in fate?” “I believe people like you buy their happiness while people like me wait for fate to bring us happiness.” Trayton DeCarlo is the town's most sought-after playboy that is set to break your heart the minute you find yourself on his side. He does not play by the rules; his game is the only one that you shall play. But he does not hold a normal job; he is the best in the business, the best sniper if you are seeking one. In enters Ava Brown, a girl that has had to settle for the less finer things in life. Her path crosses with Trayton one night at a club that they frequent. She captivates him from the first moment he sets his eyes on her. She is unlike any of the girls that he keeps company with. But there is more to what the eye sees; Ava is hiding a secret that will destroy her if it should ever come to the surface. Trayton cannot let this go; he hunts down who she really is, and as feared, her past comes back to haunt her. What will Trayton do to save her from this horror? Will he be able to prove himself to her?
Hunter King, the king of the underworld, has been designed to drive any woman beyond seven sensations of pleasure. His body is carved to perfection. His biceps clench and flex, and his abs tighten with his every movement. He is powerful and elegant. He is drawn to danger and a determination to conquer. Raven is determined and ready to play at any man's level. She is King's rival which makes her forbidden. As the heir to the Sloane Family, she stands on the opposite of Hunter King. One night on a very chance encounter, Hunter's path crosses that of Raven. Immediately there are drawn, yet they do not know who the either one is to each other. Hunter sets on a ruthless path to make Raven his own, but he is yet to discover who she really is. Can this beauty fall for Hunter's advances? Will they be able to see past their differences and unite as one?
Xavien Caruso has been designed to drive any woman beyond seven sensations of pleasure. He is powerful and elegant. He is drawn to danger and will dangle his fingers in everything that is forbidden. This billionaire bad boy might have you on his speed dial, but you will never capture his heart. Mekayla Winters is determined and ready to be successful in a man’s world. There is a mystery behind this girl that every man desires. Immune to Xavien’s advances, she presents something he wishes to conquer. Xavien makes Mekayla an offer she simply cannot refuse. She has thirty days to make him fall in love with her, yet he is ruthless and will do whatever he can to ensure that this does not happen, losing is simply not an option. Can this beauty bring this bad boy to his knees?
Lexi Rose is a girl that left home at a very tender age with the aspirations to make it big in the City. She desired all the things, the love, and the fulfillment that she lacked as a child. With a family that has shunned her, she navigates her way through life, looking for that one thing she lacks…the perfect man on her side. Lucas Lucero is a ruthless Mafia Boss designed to drive any woman to the heights of seven sensations of pleasure. With abs that flex as he moves, he is elegant yet the most powerful man in the state. With a rather bad reputation on his side, he will break your heart if you ever find yourself on his side. But Lucas dangles his finger in everything that brings danger and is for certain forbidden. Yet, his paths cross with Lexi, and from the minute they make eye contact, he is captivated. Though Lexi is different from most of the girls he is used to occupying himself with. She is Bipolar, which makes her life wild and unpredictable, and practically uncontrollable most of the time. Yet, Lucas has the determination to tame her and let her take her rightful place by his side. Will Lucas and Lexi be able to survive a relationship that will be nothing but a rollercoaster ride? Can he understand the woman behind the disease and love her for who she is deep in her heart?
Tyler Moore is the Sheriff of a small town far out from the city. With a body that is carved to perfection, this soft-spoken man should not be underestimated. Even though he is elegant and yet powerful, there is far more than lives underneath the façade that he brings. Jenna Davis, a girl that decides to leave her husband at the altar, runs away to the small little town where Tyler lives. She gets stuck on the side of the road in nothing but an empty tank, a wedding dress, and singing to Britney Spears. Tyler is the one that finds the poor damsel on the side of the road. Even though he finds her situation amusing, he is immediately captivated by her. She pushes him to his limits and brings the danger that he craves, that he desires. The two soon send off on a whirlwind relationship, but there is one thing that Tyler refuses to give…his heart. Will Jenna ultimately win his heart? And if she does, will she leave Tyler at the altar too?
"Who are you, Sebastian?" "I think I can ask the same. Where did you come from, Anastasia?" As soon as the last syllable escapes my lips, we find ourselves interlocked in a kiss. Knowing my full attention, I stop to ask, "Are you sure you want to do this, Anastasia?" "The only thing I'm sure of is the way you are making me feel." Unable to contain myself, I pull her into a fiery and passionate kiss. All my thoughts are obliterated. For the first time in over two hundred years, I am kissing a mortal woman. I can feel the hunger grow inside me, the pleasure building towards a peak. I pull her even tighter into my body. I can smell her arousal, and it only fuels me. The kiss is getting deeper and deeper with every breath that we take. "What are we doing, Sebastian?" "Anastasia, let me show you.” Vampire Master, Sebastian Belmont, has been carved to perfection for over two hundred years. Drawn to danger, he dangles his fingers in all that is supernatural and has great power beyond compare. Ruthless, yet charming, he rules his empire with an iron fist. With a line of scorned ex-lovers left behind, this charming Vampire is set to cross paths with Anastasia Santi. Anastasia Santi is a young girl that has great aspirations and desires all the things, the love, and the fulfillment that she dreamed of as a child. She is strong-willed and always finds herself in some sort of trouble she needs saving from. Though one fateful night, Sebastian crosses the line and sets his life in a new direction. A destiny toward a great legacy and to all things that goes bump in the night. But the ultimate sacrifice lies at the end… Will Sebastian give up the one thing that he values the most…his immortality…
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
Sandra Hill, the long-lost real heiress of the Hill family, was shunned by her own kin. Instead of embracing her, they bestowed their affection upon an impostor. They even arranged her to marry a vegetative man in place of her so-called “sister”. Sandra sneered, refusing to put up with this humiliation, cut off ties with the Hill family immediately and ran into the flash marriage with Wesley Cooper, her unconscious billionaire husband. With her incredible medical skills, she defied the odds and revived him. Little did she expect that her husband spoiled her with all his love... A medical genius, a computer prodigy, a national treasure in painting, and a racing legend... Her husband revealed her various identities, leaving the Hill family regretful. Her father came pleading, "It's Dad's fault. Please come back." Her mother wept, "Mom will protect you from now on. Please come back." Even her five brothers knelt before he, begging for forgiveness. Yet, Sandra's smile held a hint of mockery as she vowed, “Never!”
My name is Katia, and I am just trying to survive until my fated mate arrives. Which may be easier said than done. Rejectection is the last straw. Whispering my acceptance of his rejection. I run through the pack house, out across the manicured lawn into the forest. "I'm sorry, my sweet girl," I say to my wolf. I'm sorry you have been stuck with me and have had to suffer everything I have. She whispers," it's not your fault, Katia. We came to a cliff with a waterfall. The hurt keeps pounding at me. I need it to stop. My sweet girl, and I just want peace, I keep running and leap off the cliff. Spreading my arms wide, with tears streaming down my face, I fall, not making a sound, waiting for sweet oblivion where we feel nothing ever again. "I love you, my sweet girl! Until we meet again, "My wolf replied just before we hit the water, "I love you too, Katia. I have never regretted a moment with you." The Snow Moon pack is having their last barbecue of the summer next to the waterfall on their land. The adults are laughing and joking while watching the pups play. The alpha, beta, and gamma are swimming with some of the older children and playing a game of Marco Polo. Someone yells, "Oh my goddess, someone just jumped over the waterfall!" Everyone is frozen as they watch what looks to be a child falling arms spread wide, no one makes a sound. The small body hits the water like a plane crashing into the side of a mountain. The alpha, beta, and gamma, spring into action, swimming towards the area the person went under. The alpha is screaming his wolf is going crazy repeating, "Find her. Find her...find her!" They dive and the beta surfaces with a small person in his arms. Alpha takes the girl from his beta, laying her on the ground. The men are shocked by what they see. She is covered in scars and injuries. Her body is twisted and broken. The Beta asks, "Who could have done this to someone so defenseless?" Alpha drops to his knees, repeating, "MATE...MATE...MATE!"
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..."Â But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.