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Turning thirty is like a big sale at the meat market. You have to go on a discount before someone starts considering you. And that's not the only problem Evonne Willard has to deal with, because right now her biological clock is ticking and she realizes that one morning she might wake up with white hair and a walking cane as her only companion. So to soothe her problem, Evonne has resolved to have a baby. Enter Ulysses Bloembergen, the man that possesses all the traits Evonne has ever wanted in a mate: tall, hot, smart, and an overall gentleman--all the perfect genes for her baby. All she has to do now is ask him nicely to donate a little sperm so she can conceive. But damn Logan Bloembergen-- Ulysses's smart-mouth, no-good cousin with the title of number one Casanova in Malaysia--has to come stirring up trouble. And now, under the influence of hormonal imbalances, Evonne finds her craving for a baby might not be enough, for she is beginning to crave the love of one of these men. Excerpt: When the door opened, a naked torso faced Evonne. Not just any old torso, but a hot, muscled, six-pack naked torso. She blinked and blinked, and then she blinked some more. She couldn't understand why a grown man would be wearing a towel, just a single white, fluffy towel wrapped around his waist, to answer the door. He was leaning against the doorframe, one hand supporting his tall, lean, muscular body that, Evonne noted, any female would want in her bed, including her. Not that she'd bedded any male, of course, since she was still a bloody virgin, for Lord's sake.

Having just lost Her brother, the last member of her family, Abigail Shaw is grieving. She now finds herself alone and the only person she can trust is the best friend of her brother. She now finds herself alone and the only person she can trust is the best friend of her brother. Owen though, has other ideas in mind ... Excerpt: "Get in the car." Owen. The deep familiar voice barely penetrated her thoughts. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she did hear it beyond the haze of her own grief. In fact, out of all of the people there, his was probably the only one that she would hear.

Maya, a widowed mother of two teenage girls moves to Paris after her husband dies, in the hopes of finding a better life. She has two daughters with her previous husband. Now she is all alone to raise her twin children. How will she prevail in raising two kids with only her, Will she finds someone who loves and supports her?

Stella hoped to buy the bookshop where she worked, so evenings she moonlighted as a cleaner at Harlequin International... Until she overheard Dior Harlequin discussing a top-secret deal, and he insisted that Stella was an industrial spy! Stella was unnerved by her confrontation with Dior Harlequin However, Dior knew just how he would deal with her... Stella found herself on her way to Dior's island, and two days and nights of perfect passion... followed by an unexpected pregnancy. Dior had the perfect solution -- they'd marry for the baby's sake. By now, Stella was in love with Dior, but could he learn to love his expectant bride? Insight: A handsome Greek tycoon finds a cleaning woman hiding in a corner of his office and is taken instantly with the beautiful lady he finds. But when she overhears some confidential data, a thought suddenly occurred that he could use an excuse. For the next few days to maintain her chained to his side. "When you're my wife, I'll expect you to do exactly as you're told at all times." A stark little silence fell. Stella couldn't believe what Dio had just said. "Most especially when I am considering your welfare," he added gently. Stella trembled and compressed her bloodless lips. "You're not seriously asking me to… to marry you?" "Very seriously," Dior asserted. "But we hardly know each other—" "We know a little enough that I like you. I respect you. I desire you. What more is there?" "What about… love?" she prompted, striving for a detached tone. "What about our children?"

Amelia was the kind of daughter who is innocent and practiced abstinence until one day she found out that she's pregnant. For seventeen years old who always stays away from mingling found herself preg. This event changes her life and the lives of those around her. Unsure of the father to her unborn child she wonders whether she is cut out for parenthood... but the real test maybe when the father is revealed.

Due to circumstances, Amber needed to get married quickly. She only had one chance to capture the man in her sights. At the Royal Ball, armed with a love potion that could manipulate body and mind, she aimed for a quiet and somber earl. Alas! The King, Ernest, drank the fruit wine she had dosed with the potion, and then confessed his love for her before the guests of the ball! He proposed to her under the spell of the love potion, and became rather forceful! Is what was to follow, a sweet married life or was it to be tainted by lies? I do not own the Image nor the story All the credit goes to the real creator

Cordelia Nightshade is a 23-year-old human girl who discovers the truth about her family and clan - they are not human. To love eternally, she has to die, to die she has to live and to live... she has to learn the difference between Myth and Truth - if there is any. As life would have it, the voices she's heard in her head since birth has a purpose far more sinister than just being annoying. When Cordelia meets the big, dark-haired Allan Maine, she turns the entire immortal world upside down - breaking all the rules and changing history as they know it. This is not what you expect from a love story - it is Certainly what you expect from a love story until you reach the darker side - where the reality clash with mythology. Where do you draw the line and how much is possible to endure? Excerpt: I gaze up and notice the colors lashing out of an angry paintbrush over the horizon. The knot in my stomach is a vivid notification, reminding me of being as irritated as the enflamed and ginger tints marking the sky. From where I’m sitting, the towering volcano in the distance looks lonely yet proud. I marvel at the magnitude of nature rendering the likes of me insignificant. I’m just a small biological mass cowering at the foot of a fire goddess; nothing special. The prickly patches of grass and barbed brushes under my naked legs recommend moving. I inspect the scrapes and welts around my hands and knees with renewed vigor. By the time I distinguish the human shape from the other obscure and creeping shadows, it was too late. A sense of annoyed inconvenience forces my head to look up at the person blocking my view. What I thought I’d see was a family member. What I see is two deep, gilded eyes set in the moon-pale skin topped with dark hair rivaling black lava. I feel every last nerve recoil into tiny prickly hairs, standing straight up. The view of the man in front of me is a complete opposite rendition to fire goddess I just venerated. He is an enormous portrait hauntingly hanging in mid-air. My mouth dries rapidly but the trio who live in my mind become rather loud and verbal: “Run!” and “Hit it!” and “Stay calm dearie, for your safety.” As so many times before in my life, I ignore them altogether. I do not own the image nor the story. I found the story really interesting, so that is why I want to share it with everyone. So that they can enjoy reading something fascinating.

Leo walked over to Jessica and lightly kissed her. -Aren't you going to welcome me home after a hard day at work? She sighed. -Must you insist on keeping this marriage going? His eyes widened. -You're the one who's going to change this room. I took that as an indicator that you planned to stay. -Only for the month, I'm required to be here. -You'll spend the rest of your life here, he replied. The fact that he seemed so sure of himself made her that much more determined to prove him wrong. She crossed her arms and glared at him. He ignored her open rebellion. He gently took her by the elbow to lead her to the couch. -Will you have a seat? -No. She didn't budge. To her surprise, he picked her up in his arms and sat down. He held her close to him and sat her on his lap. She was too shocked to react in time to stop him from kissing her neck. She pushed aside the delightful sensations his kissing produced and quickly stood back up. He had amazing reflexes for he grabbed her hand and said, -If you don't sit by me, I'll pull you back onto my lap. Or we could go upstairs and make sure you don't leave at the end of the month. She loudly sighed so he would understand how much this pained her and plopped next to him on the couch. He chuckled. -Now that wasn't so hard, was it? She refused to look at him. She wouldn't let him get to her. She wouldn't fall in love with someone she was forced into marrying. I do not own the image or the story all the merit goes to the real creator

Losing control is just the beginning… “What would you do if the sexiest man in the world was bent on bringing you unbearable pleasure again and again? Joy Hightower wasn’t sure she could survive the experience…or live without it." It’s not often you’re hired to paint a body tattoo—and what a body—on a total stranger at a Hollywood film set. A reserved and careful art teacher, Joy would never forget it. In a rare fit of raw desire, she gave herself completely, knowing she’d never see him again, or ever repeat such a shameless, naked impulse. Little did she know, the man with whom she shared that lightning bolt of lust was the star, Everett Hughes. For Everett, women and sex came as easily as fame. But how could he hope to convince the guarded Joy that beneath the hard body and sexy façade of celebrity was a real man who wanted only one, real woman? In the heat of an intoxicating affair, Everett endeavors to break down her barriers, gain her trust, and expose himself as the real deal. But can Joy do the same, and reveal to him the vulnerable woman who longs to be loved, wanted, and desired forever?

She got married because her parents wanted her to be married Will that brings her happiness or the contrary She married him because of her parents, but divorce when he proposed to divorce. She was lonely even though she was divorce, however one day she met someone that she could play and tease Will love bloom once again or what

Love bloom everywhere