[COMPLETE - GOLD WINNER WFP 290] Delilah Farris works with the world's most powerful men to fix their scandals. She has only two rules: She won't allow any man to look down on her, and she won't work for a criminal. Dane Daniels is a devilishly handsome, and filthy rich CEO haunted by dark rumors. He has one rule of his own: He will never allow himself to love again. Working closely together, the two struggle to deny their growing feelings for each other even as Dane's dark past threatens deadly consequences. Will Lila stay when she learns loving Dane could cost her her life? Will Dane let her? [WARNINGS FOR: Language, domestic violence, violence, adult sexual situations.]
The high heels of Lila's favorite red shoes echoed on the tile floor of Daniels Security Incorporated. Hurrying along beside her, Tish-Mr. Daniels personal assistant-gave her a nervous smile. She seemed a little twitchy to be working so close to such a high profile man. Lila fought a grin as she wondered what Tish must be good at for him to keep her around.
"We're so glad you're here, Miss Farris. Even Mr. Daniels. I mean-especially Mr. Daniels." Her cheeks colored. Lila nodded like she hadn't been listening, scanning the clean, gold colored walls and high ceilings of the offices.
"Is Dane in this morning?"
"Yes," Tish said, like she wished she didn't have to.
Lila gave a grim smile. She had been careful to ask the question like she didn't care. But she cared. A lot. Dane Daniels, the CEO of Daniels Security Incorporated, was a walking legend and media mystery. It was rumored if the company went public this year he'd be a confirmed billionaire. All because he knew creative ways to keep rich women safe. Yet his public appearances were so few-and the words he spoke to journalists even fewer. Lila-her full, legal name was Delilah Farris-had been hired through a mutual contact. Her expertise was uncommon. But Dane Daniels must have already known that about her in order to hire her. She didn't do interviews either. She let her reputation speak for her.
Lila fought a frown. "Can I expect to finally meet him?" Tish's eyes went wide. Lila wanted to shake her. She was trying to be polite. But the girl was so damn nervous she was making Lila twitch!
Tish swallowed hard and nodded too quickly. "Yes, yes of course. First I'll show you your office, then you'll meet with Mr. Daniels and his-"
"What do you mean, no one answered the call?" A booming voice echoed down the hall. Lila stopped walking, startled. "Showing up is what we do. That's the only thing we do!" The voice was getting louder. Suddenly a door swung open just ahead of them and two massive men stepped out. Tish squeaked.
Lila's breath caught as Dane Daniels, the man whose picture she'd seen on countless websites and news reports, the real-life villain of Hollywood, stormed into the hallway. He was so tall he almost had to duck coming out of the door. The movement made his black hair fall into his eyes. His broad shoulders cut a sharp line in the perfect gray suit, just tight enough to cling to his biceps and thighs when he moved. His long legs ate up the space between them as he stalked the hallway, eyes narrowed and chiseled jaw tight. He threw an arm wide and yelled at the man walking behind him, "The one thing, the one thing we do! And she's telling the world we didn't do it. Do you have any idea-"
"She's only saying it to get back at me," the guy behind Dane Daniels growled. Not as tall as Dane, but even broader, he dressed far more casually. But his light brown hair and light eyes were highlighted by the dark jeans and black leather jacket he wore like they were a second skin.
Although they looked almost nothing alike, they wore identical scowls, and the easy comfort Dane had about being close to this man told Lila he had to be Dane's brother, Christian. The Security Director for Daniels Security. And apparently the reason they'd needed to hire her.
"I don't care what got her panties in a twist, she's going to kill our business and you're walking in here like it's joke."
"Uh, Mr. D-Daniels," Tish said, but so quietly he didn't even seem to notice.
"Do you want this place to burn down around us?" Dane stopped just ahead, turning to face his brother.
"Of course not," Christian snapped. "But I'm also not going to panic-"
"No, because it isn't your ass on the line if the entire company falls down!"
"Mr. Daniels!" Tish shouted.
"WHAT?" he roared, whirling to face us.
The poor girl cowered at the rage on his handsome face. But Lila had had enough.
"Mr. Daniels? Dane Daniels?" she said, her voice far too sweet to be genuine.
His lips twisted into a sneer as looked between her and Tish. "Who are you?" he asked rudely.
Lila blinked. She didn't expect the people here to treat her like she was special. While she was well known for helping rich and powerful people fix their scandals, her name wasn't shouted on magazine covers. Rather, it was whispered in nervous corners, or over conference tables. But he'd hired her. Surely he knew who she was?
"Delilah Farris," she said, holding out a hand for him to shake. "I'm here to help you with . . . your problem?"
"You're . . . what?" The snarling rage he'd already had went deathly quiet as he turned on his brother. "What is she doing here?"
Christian folded his massive arms. "I told you, we need her."
The muscles at the back of Dane's jaw twitched. He glared at his brother, then turned to me. "I'm sorry, Miss . . . ?"
"Farris," she said through her teeth. "Delilah. But you can call me Lila."
"I'm sorry, Miss Farris, but there's been a miscommunication. You aren't supposed to be here."
[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending? Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask. Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire. Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever? [Mature content. No sexual violence.] ****** “You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…” “I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced. His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity. “No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.” “How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying. “Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her. His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe. She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy. She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.” She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again. “Please, Ayleth.” “I cannot deny it,” she whispered.
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
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?
It's true what they say about marriage: one partner's always happier than the other. ~~~ Julie's world is shattered when her husband, Ryan, reveals that he wants an open marriage. His reason: he needs a child as they've been unable to have one. Julie reluctantly agrees to save her marriage. The next day, Ryan returns home with his secretary, confirming Julie's long-held suspicion that their affair was taking place behind her back. Julie, heartbroken and enraged, seeks solace in a bar, where she meets a fascinating stranger named Luke, who changes the game. Julie confides in Luke over drinks, and he proposes a risky plan: he will act as her "boyfriend" to turn the tables on Ryan. Julie agrees, setting off a chain of events that will challenge everything she thought she knew about love, loyalty, and herself.
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."
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...
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."