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His jaw was shadowed, not with sculpted designer stubble, but with several days’ growth that made him look more like a lumberjack or pirate than a corporate tycoon. His forehead pleated in a frown and his dark eyebrows came together as if in displeasure. “You're not going to say hello, mi amor?” his lips peeled back in a fox-like grin, attitude mocking and condescending. “Huh? Nothing from you, Aurora?” “Hurley must have broken my news to you.” He continued. “I would've preferred to do it myself, but we all know how nosy everyone is around here.”  Anger warred with pain. She stared at him with wide, murderous eyes. His dark eyes narrowed. “Knowing your preference for older men, is it wrong to assume that you are fucking the butler too?” Her legs moved quickly, heart racing, cheeks flaming hot with anger, she stormed towards him. He dropped his drink and covered the remaining distance between them easily. Her fist came up and flew towards his face. She didn't get that satisfaction though. Her hand was seized in his iron grip. “Don't.” he slipped a hand around her waist and pulled her to him instantly. “You'll hurt your hand.” She struggled in his embrace. “Let go! I won't be bothered with my hand when I slap off your face!” # He lifted his knuckles, running them back and forth, over the smooth soft line of her cheek. The familiar sandalwood and jasmine scent of his expensive aftershave lotion made her nostrils flare, while the faint rasp of his rougher skin scored her nerve endings into life. Heart beating so fast with tension that she could hardly breathe, she pushed him back and yelled, “Get out of my house!” He snorted, stepping away from her. “Your late husband had no legal right to gift you this property. He's a thief. Just like you.” “I don't care if this house had been in your mother's lineage for years, Mr. Khomeini!” she fired back. “Seeing as you are not much of a saint yourself, I certainly don't care what you think of me. You'll have to drag me to court if you must get it back. But you can rest assured that I will never make this easy for you.” He released a husky laugh that purred down her backbone like a taunting scratch. “As you wish, Mon Cherie.” ## Aurora Khomeini is widowed at 25. Her husband, Maximo Khomeini, suffered a cardiac arrest after an infected bullet wound he received in a gunfight worsened. She's left utterly devastated by the loss but is not left to mourn her husband in peace. Mariano Khomeini, alias Mariano Barrera, is the first son of the late Maximo. He's an angry and very vindictive man, who's on a mission to destroy everything his father touched. The newly widowed Aurora, would not be an exception.

"You have fire. I like that. You're going to need some of it should you fail to bag a rich husband. Seat." "Wha—at?" "Seat," he repeated. "Oh, go to--" "Seat down Amelia!" Her father barked. She directed her startled gaze at him, tongue glued to the roof of her mouth when she took in his appearance. His necktie had been eased back from his throat roughly, top buttons of his shirt undone, hair disheveled and eyes filled with desperate anger. Zaki waved her down into the chair and leaned back. "It's healthy to hear a little criticism now and again." He smiled again. "I can't remember the last time anyone raised their voice in my presence." Particularly, he could have added, when it came to women. As if a switch had been turned on in his head, he suddenly keenly noted the fading pinkness in her cheeks. Her hair had fallen forward and was now spread over her shoulders, falling like spun silk over her breasts, and down to her waist. She was regaining some of her lost composure but her breasts were still heaving. He was shocked by the sudden responsive stirring in his loins. God, he had a girlfriend! An extremely clever, very high-powered girlfriend. One who he loved desperately. One for whom he would move mountains. Freya was diametrically, radically, and dramatically the opposite of the elfin creature with the big blue eyes sitting opposite him. He dropped his gaze to his whiskey. A full minute of silence followed. "Under different circumstances," He finally whispered, "I would've enjoyed the prospects of taming you through marriage, but no. I would never marry you, Miss Rodriguez. You're a liability." He pushed back his chair and walked away. "No, no, no, no," She yelled after him. "It's I who wouldn't marry a fucking scum like you, Zaki! Zaki Omidyar? What kind of made-up name is that?!"

He's in love with a werewolf, what could go wrong? Kyla Odin is a werewolf who became one, not by choice. Her parents were killed by the one who changed her. Albert Torino is a normal human superstar police officer, loved by all--especially the women for his good looks, gutsiness, and resilience in the police force. When bodies with animal bites and gunshot wounds start turning up in Glasgow Creek, Albert is called to investigate the murders. He meets Kyla, and his 99% accurate instinct tells him to be wary of her, but his throbbing libido has other plans of its own. Her alluring beauty entraps him into her world of secrets, danger, and lies. There's a killer on the loose. There's a growing sexual tension between them, and there's also the little issue of her shape-shifting abilities. ******* This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. He Cried Wolf. Copyright 2021 by Dewunmi Eri. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in articles or reviews.

Forgiveness they say hides a pleasure that you can't get back from revenge. Alexandra Grey is a vindictive young woman who flew thousands of miles to correct an injustice done against her. When she was broken and down in the dumps, she was violated and scorned. But hell hath no fury as a woman scorned. With the resources and a strong alliance, she makes the trip down to Eastwood. A college for the rich and overprivileged children of Europe's A-listers-- Business tycoons, Oil magnets, renowned surgeons, fashion moguls, the list was endless. On her quest for revenge, she's thrown into this world of the rich and powerful. She'll hold up well, till emotions come in the way of her goal. Falling in love with one of her targets would cause her world to spiral around. A/N: Join our wonderful heroine, Alexandra Grey, as she tells a tale of anger, revenge, friendship, and love. You won't regret it. Important notice: For the sake of our very sensitive readers, there is only one scene of sexual assault and it's at the beginning of the novel (Prologue). You can choose to jump to the next chapter and start from there and the book will still make sense to you. Alternatively, you can read from the beginning till you get to the very short section allocated to the scene and skip to the last section of the Prologue (it will all make sense when you see what I'm referring to ). Thanks for reading. Add to your library, comment, and make suggestions. Love, Unmi. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, or transmitted in any form or by any means; electronically or mechanically, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from the copyright owner.