Two men. Two women. Two couples. Too many secrets. Axel I can have any woman I want, except for the one who has broken my heart more than once. Jameson When I fall, I fall hard. The woman I yearn for can't be mine, and if even she could be, she would never accept my secret. Shondra Big girls don't find love easy and it takes a special man to handle what I dish out. Too bad my soulmate hates the sight of me. Vegas Love has alluded me for so long, until one night, I meet the perfect stranger who turns everything around. Trouble is, he's taken. A story filled with humor, heartbreak and angst, follow these characters on a journey to discover if love can really be everlasting. Author: JR Wylder Publisher: EasyReading
Two years ago
"Are you Timothy James?"
I set my martini down. Placing my palms against the hotel bar, I pushed off, swiveling on the stool to face the speaker of those husky notes. The woman was stunning. My mouth fell open at her beauty and the olive I had just been about to shift to my molars,?fell from my tongue, bumped off my jeans, and landed on the bamboo floor.
Hope I don't slip in that shit.
She moved closer and her perfume hit me-a bouquet full of sweet notes, like a botanical garden in the spring. I stopped contemplating the olive and started sizing up the woman before me. Smooth sepia skin, filled with rich red undertones. Dark natural hair hung in tight curls down her back. Upturned hazel eyes gave her a feline effect...
My scrutiny must have unnerved her. She frowned, backing away. "I'm sorry. I must have the wrong person."
"Wait! Yes." I halted her with a hand to her shoulder. "I'm, um, Timothy James."
Her smile at the news was unbelievable-rainbows and sunshine. A far cry from my wife's-ex-wife's-pinched grimace. Her beam captivated me with its winsomeness, and for the first time in over a year, I seriously considered having sex.
"Nice to meet you, Timothy. I'm Vegas. Vegas Shipley."
Vegas? The name suited her. A sizzling lucky seven with long legs, small waist, and tits I'd love to get my mouth on.?She is ...
"Sin and Sugar."
Heat crept from my neck up.?Way to go?...?Timothy.
Her laughter, a sweet tinkling sound, stirred me south of the border. I crossed my legs at the ankle, shifting in my chair.?
"You're not the first one to equate the two, but you are the first one to say it so ..." Vegas lowered her eyes, scanning me from bottom to top, "so deliciously." Her tongue hovered between her teeth and a slight smile, seductive ...?sensual, played around her lips.
There was no mistaking her vibe. She was?into?me.
Now, if I can just dust off my lines, maybe I'll get lucky tonight.
She spoke first, saving me from an embarrassing?attempt to get her upstairs. "I have a room if you are ready?"
"Ready?"
?"Well... um, yes, um, if you are ready to... you know." She shuttered her eyes in a slow blink and traveling her tongue over her top lip and halfway over her bottom before it disappeared like a rabbit in its hole.
?I'd have to have an IQ the same as my shoe size to misinterpret her look.?She is ready to ...
"Have sex?"
What's with my mouth today?
Vegas let out a girlish giggle, fluttering her hands. Embarrassment cast her eyes down and her lips curled in amusement.
I couldn't believe my luck at the surreal moment.
A beautiful woman is propositioning ... me?
Propositioning?
Was she a prostitute?
"Do you do this a lot?" I asked, lifting a brow.
Her eyelashes, naturally long and thick, blinked double time in surprise. She shook her head in staccato jerks, clutching her thin bag under her arm so hard something cracked, and she fiddled with the strap on her shoulder, her hand slightly trembling. "No, no. This is the first time, ever."?
Running over everything she said, I was quick to figure out the situation.
This woman thinks I'm a ... gigolo.
Why not if it gets you laid?
This had to be a joke. Axel had played them on me before. Albeit nothing like?this.
"Are you sure you want to go through with it?" There was a price to pay if she said 'yes' and I would gladly accept the cost, but in doing so, I wouldn't allow harm to come to her.
Vegas threw back her shoulders and lifting her head high, her body language told me, and the world, she was a grown woman... with a?grown woman's?desires.?
"Yes, I do." A pause and then a sheepish grin. "My friend paid the agency directly. She knows I would try to weasel out otherwise."?
Her accompanying giggle thawed my insides, giving me the courage to move ahead. "She must be a wonderful friend."
Her eyes clouded over, and her words dripped with thanks. "She is the best."
I downed the rest of the martini in one gulp-moral fortitude in a glass. "Well, let's not waste her money." I slid off the stool and Vegas took in my height, looking up at me in awe. "Time is ticking."
Desperate to handle her grandmother's towering medical bills, Gianna agreed to a contract marriage with Tristan, the enigmatic man she'd once shared a one-night stand with. She assumed they'd fulfill each other's needs and dissolve the arrangement once the terms expired. Unbeknownst to Gianna, this marriage was a dream Tristan had clung to for ten relentless years. Certain she was just filling someone else's role, Gianna prepared to leave when that other woman returned. But Tristan, his eyes burning with unspoken emotion, seized her trembling hand and declared, "You’re mine. Now and always."
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
Dear readers, this book has resumed daily updates. It took Sabrina three whole years to realize that her husband, Tyrone didn't have a heart. He was the coldest and most indifferent man she had ever met. He never smiled at her, let alone treated her like his wife. To make matters worse, the return of the woman he had eyes for brought Sabrina nothing but divorce papers. Sabrina's heart broke. Hoping that there was still a chance for them to work on their marriage, she asked, "Quick question,Tyrone. Would you still divorce me if I told you that I was pregnant?" "Absolutely!" he responded. Realizing that she didn't mean shit to him, Sabrina decided to let go. She signed the divorce agreement while lying on her sickbed with a broken heart. Surprisingly, that wasn't the end for the couple. It was as if scales fell off Tyrone's eyes after she signed the divorce agreement. The once so heartless man groveled at her bedside and pleaded, "Sabrina, I made a big mistake. Please don't divorce me. I promise to change." Sabrina smiled weakly, not knowing what to do...
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
Veronica is an eighteen-year-old omega who falls into an emotional breakdown when her Mate, who was soon to be the Alpha of the Sun crest pack, turns against her, hurls hurtful words at her, and rejects her on the night of the full moon festival because he and everyone in the pack, including her, thinks she is an omega. As if the pain of rejection, helplessness, and worthlessness wasn't enough, she lost her best and only friend to the cold hands of death when rogue wolves attacked their pack. Right in the presence of her mate, she was tagged as someone who always attracted problems and calamities anywhere she went and he turned a blind eye and watched as she was banished from the pack. With hatred for her life, she runs deep into the woods that were off-limits and jumps off to end her life, but in a turn of events, something else happens. What would her mate do when he finds out that Veronica is not who he thinks she is? Will she be able to forgive him? What fate lies ahead for them?
"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."