Chase Krandall is a successful partner in her Washington D.C. law firm. She's intelligent, beautiful and fiercely independent. She's accustomed to getting what she wants--when she wants--and she'll step over anyone in her way. And she's determined not to fall victim to the charm and magnetism of Grey Devlin ā and he is unwavering in his mission to possess her. Helplessly, Chase and Grey begin a whirlwind romance and as Chase soon comes to find out, Grey Devlin has secrets he's terrified to reveal for fear of losing her forever. Chase is keeping her own host of secrets that threaten her very sanity. Can they survive the hurts and betrayal the truth will force them to face, and will their love endure? Will Chase understand the lengths Grey is willing to go to keep her safe and also forgive him for risking it all? Chasing Grey is a story about love, forgiveness, and ultimate surrender. Chasing Grey is created by K.D. Polk, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.
Stretching his long, lean legs underneath his oak desk, Grey Devlin loosened his azure colored necktie. His six-foot-three frame fit smartly into his black suit and crisp white shirt. Steel gray eyes mesmerized under dark lashes; his straight nose and full mouth demanded attention and appreciation.
His large office, warmly decorated in soft brown and cream hues, housed two leather couches in the sitting area, a wet bar and a private bath. His personal assistant entered through the open door of his spacious office. Placing a thick file on his desk, she leaned over him provocatively, deliberately giving Grey a glimpse down her low cut blouse. However, his gaze remained steadily on her face. Her smile swiftly faded as Grey's face remained expressionless. Disappointed, she stood to her full height.
"Yes, Audrey?" he finally snipped.
She cleared her throat. "Mr. Montgomery wanted to know if you'd had a chance to review his proposal yet. I told him you had, but he insisted I personally hand you another copy anyway."
"He's waiting on my decision."
"I told him you'd already left for the evening and that you'd get back to him on Monday."
Audrey had worked for him for four years and she had become incredibly adept at anticipating his needs. She charmed all his associates, but she also made a formidable enemy. She used her feminine wiles to get most anything she wanted -- which served Grey well when he needed help with his associates securing a multi-million dollar deal. It didn't hurt that Audrey was also very beautiful; her cornflower blue eyes flashed with ire when she got angry but could be soft and seductive when the situation called for it. Much to her chagrin, though, that's where the admiration ended. Grey had no interest in her and she knew it -- although it didn't stop her from trying to seduce him. If she wasn't so good at her job, Grey would have fired her long ago. Being someone's romantic idol grew tiresome.
"There won't be an offer. I don't like the way he does business."
She nodded. She knew Grey well and she knew he'd never work with Montgomery again. Montgomery had proven himself to be underhanded and untrustworthy.
"I'll take care of it. Also, Stanley from Devlin Towers called. He said there's a maintenance issue he wants to speak to you about before you start the remodel."
He nodded his dark head and stood to leave. "I'll head over there now. See you tomorrow."
Grey swiftly sidestepped past her, but her hand caught his arm, forcing him to stop and turn. He looked down at her and her sparkling blue eyes actually twinkled. She smiled softly.
"When are you going to stop fighting me?" she asked.
He heard a hint of hurt in her voice. He removed her hand gently from his arm. "You do great work, Audrey. But if you can't find a way to keep your libido intact, you're going to find yourself looking for another job. I'm not interested."
She bit her lower lip. "Why not?"
He shrugged. "I'm not into blondes."
"I'll be a brunette."
"I don't date where I work."
"I'll quit," she quipped.
"You're taking my affection for you for granted, Audrey. Make no mistake about it; I have no problem firing you."
Her eyes widened with shock at the same time her heart skipped a beat at the authoritative tone he took with her. It turned her on. She became a complete mess around him, so much so she barely recognized herself. But she didn't care. She loved him. For now, though, she would have to keep her feelings in check.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Devlin. I've overstepped my boundaries. It won't happen again."
"See that it doesn't."
He strolled pass her, leaving Audrey in his office momentarily defeated, but more determined than ever.
The dwindling sun warmed Grey's face as he exited his office building. At the curb his driver, Barclay, swung open the back door of Grey's waiting black Mercedes G550.
"Good evening, sir," Barclay greeted formally.
Grey nodded curtly. "I need to make a stop at Devlin Towers."
"Very good, sir," Barclay intoned, shutting the door behind Grey and climbing into the front seat.
Barclay inched the car into the onslaught of Washington D.C. traffic and began to expertly weave in and out of cars. His time driving tanks and Hummers as a Navy Seal had served him well. His skills as a driver were equally matched by his prowess as Grey's bodyguard. He kept his nine millimeter gun discreetly tucked away on the inside of his jacket. When you had as many enemies as Grey, you had to be prepared at all times.
Grey glanced out of the darkly tinted windows and then his eyes slid toward the rearview mirror. He could feel Barclay's stare. He arched an eyebrow at his good friend.
"Forgive me, sir, but you seem preoccupied. Is everything all right?"
'Wildly observant as usual', Grey thought to himself. Barclay had been a longtime friend of Grey's father and had known the Devlin family as long as Grey could remember. Grey knew the older man cared deeply for him and worried about his well-being. The feeling was mutual, despite their seemingly formal relationship.
"That's a loaded question," he jibed.
"You seem more in your head than usual is all," Barclay said, averting his gaze back to the road.
A million things went through Grey's mind at any given time. At the moment, his thoughts swirled around his former business dealings with Montgomery. Why had Lance Montgomery suddenly resurfaced and made a business proposition knowing Grey would deny it? Grey could already sense Lance must have an ulterior motive.
"Montgomery contacted me again today. He sent over paperwork regarding a purchase he wants me to make in the Navy Yard district," Grey confided. He watched Barclay's shoulders tense at the mention of Lance.
"Why would he do that?"
"That's what I intend to find out."
"If you need me to handle him...," Barclay trailed off, his intent clear.
"I'll let you know."
They rode in silence the remainder of the way until the Mercedes truck glided to a smooth stop outside of Devlin Towers. The evening valet opened the back door.
"I'll be about an hour," Grey remarked to Barclay as he exited.
"I'll wait here."
The valet man tipped his hat. "Good evening, Mr. Devlin."
Greeting the valet with a silent nod, Grey strolled into the wide marble foyer.
"Good evening, Mr. Devlin," Melody at reception said brightly. She tossed a strand of red hair over her shoulder.
"Melody. How are things?"
"It's been a quiet night, sir. Can I get you anything?" she offered, the tone in her voice obvious and too suggestive.
"No, thank you. I'm just waiting on Stanley."
"Here I am," Stanley piped up from the doorway behind the concierge desk. He came around the desk, shaking Grey's hand. "I know we've already gone over the inventory list, but there are some things I overlooked that you need to be made aware of."
"Show me."
Grey knew he had a knowledgeable and capable staff who could take care of minor matters. But he took great pleasure and pride in the real estate empire he'd built and personally handled as many situations as possible. It also ensured things were done right and to his satisfaction.
He followed Stanley into the bank of elevators and up to the twentieth floor. At the end of the hallway, Stanley knelt down. Grey followed his lead. Stanley lifted a portion of a broken tile in the hallway and glanced underneath it. A significant amount of moisture had accumulated underneath the tile and mossy green mold had begun to grow there.
"One of my men was sent to fix this tile this morning and found this. I need your permission to tear up some of this area to see if it's spread. If it has, we need to add this to the financial worksheet. If the damage I suspect is there, this remodel is going to cost you more than you expected."
"I want Devlin Towers to be the premier apartment building in D.C. I'll spend what I have to.
See to it."
Stanley nodded. "Understood. I'll update the cost worksheet and have it sent to you on Monday for final approval."
"Excuse me. There's an emergency in my apartment."
Grey and Stanley stood together, simultaneously turning toward a woman's voice. Grey felt his pulse accelerate as his gaze roamed over the intoxicating woman in front of him. Her damp black hair lay piled on top of her head in a messy bun, a single curly tendril sweeping across her cheek. He fought an unexplainable urge to reach out and tuck the loose strand behind her ear. Her jade green eyes shone under heavily fringed dark lashes. Her plump lips parted and her cheeks were flushed in frustration. Her college T-shirt hugged her chest and her cropped sweatpants revealed shapely legs. Easily the most exquisite creature he'd ever seen, he heard his breath catch.
He saved her life, but could he save her from himself? As Quinn Mathers drifts to the bottom of an icy river, a passerby jumps in after her and saves her life. When she wakes, her eyes meet the exquisite face of her guardian angel, the elusive Ford Harper. * "Is this heaven?" I heard myself ask. "No." Fear struck me in the gut. "Is it hell?" "Depends on who you ask." "Iām not dead?" "No, thankfully." I blinked madly. "Why not?" * Ford's no angel, but he suddenly finds himself feeling overwhelmingly responsible for the wayward waif with the mesmerizing indigo eyes. Quinn has never belonged anywhere or to anyone, having been shuffled back and forth between several foster homes. But she quickly finds herself falling for the controlling, handsome, emotionally unavailable charms of her savior. Will this couple live happily ever after? Hopefully. Warning: Contains elements of attempted suicide. Happily, Hopefully is created by K.D. Polk, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
Madison had always believed that she would marry Colten. She spent her youth admiring him from afar, dreaming of their future life together. But Colten was always indifferent to her, and when he abandoned her at a time when she needed him most, she finally realized that he never loved her. With renewed resolve and a thirst for revenge, Madison left. Endless possibilities lay ahead, but Colten was no longer part of her plans. Colten rushed to her place in a panic. "Madison, please come back to me. Iāll give you everything!" It was his powerful uncle who answered the door. "She's my woman now."
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. Whatās worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldnāt thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesnāt seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that heās different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
"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."
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, āEither you or the baby survives!ā Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, āIām sorry, men no longer interest me.ā