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She has a secret. He doesn't care. All that interests him is bedding the woman he can't quite figure out. But what happens when taking her to bed once isn't enough? Supermodel Britney O'Prey isn't interested in the legend of Cupid's Cove. Visitors of the island swear that no guest leaves untouched by Cupid's arrow. But all Britney wants is to be left alone. Her aloofness attracts billionaire Will Hunter's attention, to the point that he can think of nothing but bedding her. But what happens when once isn't enough? What if he's not so content to let her keep her secrets after all?
"And that's ten," I said, approaching the girl by the bar as she laid an empty shot glass down next to nine others.
"The drinks or the men?" she slurred with a cheeky smirk.
I returned the light, flirtatious smile with one of my own. She knew that I'd been watching her. So much for subtlety.
"Like what you see then, do you?" she forged on, turning her body towards me.
I let my gaze take a long, slow look at everything that was being presented to me. Legs that went on forever, hourglass figure, a sea of red going down her back. She'd dismissed nine men already this night. Were they watching us like I'd been watching them? Or had they somehow found a way to drag their eyes away from her?
"I wouldn't have been watching all night if I didn't," I admitted, smoothly gliding into the stool beside her.
She bit the corner of her lip, little sparks of frustration lighting up her grey eyes.
"Hey gorgeous," she said, motioning with her index finger for me to lean in.
I did as she wanted, following her finger to my lips. Her gaze lingered on mine, making my heart speed up. She hadn't spent this much time on the last guy. Her finger circled my lips as she debated what to do with her latest plaything. Emboldened by her touch, I took her hand into both of mine and gingerly s*ck*d her finger into my mouth.
Surprise and excitement collided on her face as my tongue swirled round and round her digit.
"Charmed, Ms Britney O'Prey," I returned. She was startled at the pop of her finger leaving my lips, but was quick to compose herself and yank her hand away.
"Britney O'Prey. That's me. You know my name," she said, looking down and smoothing out her skirt before looking back up at me.
"Who doesn't, right? Britney O'Prey, supermodel of the hour. Caught your big break when you debuted at fashion week in Milan two years ago. Beyond that, and your talent of course," I gave her a quick once over again. "The world seems to know precious little about you."
And the frustrated glint in her eyes was back, this time with a vengeance.
"So much for peace and quiet," she mumbled. "I thought this place was for the elite and famous to take a load off without being harassed."
She signaled for the bartender to bring her another drink. The bartender locked eyes with me and I gave him a nod.
"Aah, that is the promise, isn't it? One hundred elite celebrities and rich folk, hand picked and vetted by a billionaire. All for you to share this extraordinary island with for the duration of your vacation."
The bartender set down two drinks; her cocktail and my usual scotch on the rocks. She gave me a look of irritation.
"Surely even such a promise should have its limits though, don't you think?"
"Easy for you to say." She scoffed, pulling the little umbrella out of her glass before raising the glass to her lips to take a sip.
My eyes followed her movements of their own accord, lingering on her lips as she licked the alcohol off of them.
"I swear I've had every man in the place hit on me by now. I just got here twenty-four hours ago," she grumbled, knocking back the rest of her cocktail. "What's a girl got to do to get some peace and quiet?"
At this claim, I flashed her my pearly whites and slid off of the stool. "Forgive my boldness, Ms O'Prey," I took her hands into mine. "But beauty like yours simply isn't meant to be ignored. I'm afraid your plight is one that you'll carry with you throughout your stay here."
"Think I can sue Mr. Hunter for false advertising?"
A ghost of a smile played on her lips and her cheeks flushed a light pink as I made my way to the back of the bar. She raised an eyebrow at me in curiosity. I wondered what shocked her more: that I'd left her side of my own volition or that I was now on the other side of the bar.
Britney O'Prey certainly wasn't what I had been expecting. I'd been watching her all night to see who would be the one to take her home. By guy number five, I debated throwing my own hat into the ring. Not one to mix business with pleasure, I resisted the urge. In the end, it seems that I ought to have trusted my initial instincts. Alas, no man was getting her between the sheets, not tonight. As much as it pained me, it was best to live to fight another day.
I spoke a few words to the bartender, who then relayed the same to the rest of the staff. I watched as they all sprung into action. Within half an hour, the restaurant was empty. She jumped down from her stool and took a look around the place as I approached her.
"How did you–" she began in an accusatory tone.
"There's little even Will Hunter can do to make you less desirable. He does, however, hope this offers you some consolation. If you'll excuse me, Ms O'Prey," I said, leaning in to kiss her cheek.
"Wait," she called after me as I turned to walk away.
"Drinks and dessert are on the house," I called back, now some distance from her.
"Where did everyone go? Where are you going?" she persisted.
Unable to help myself, I stopped, turned and took one last look at her.
Live to fight another day, be the gentleman you're not.
I repeated this to myself on a loop, before responding to her.
"Why, to prepare my legal team for a potential lawsuit, of course," I said with a chuckle.
She grimaced. "You're Will Hunter, the billionaire who–"
"Owns Cupid's Cove," I finished for her. She opened her mouth to speak, but I raised my hand to stop her. "This is a tactical retreat. No promises about the next time we meet," I said.
The waiter came up to her with a menu, waiting to escort her to the table of her choice.
"Until next time then, Mr. Hunter," she said, her face easing back into a smile as she followed after the waiter.
An enigmatic photographer who is desperate to connect may have met his match. She's a beautiful savant and his favorite person to be around. The problem? His one chance at true love just so happens to be a mafia princess. *** After seven years as Scott's best friend, Stacy drops the bombshell that she is returning to Chicago for an arranged marriage. Only then does Scott finally realize he is in love with her. He begs her to stay, not knowing her fiance is Luca Cattaneo, a future don. The situation gets out of control, ending in a passionate kiss captured on live TV. Fearing for Scott's safety after their kiss goes live, Stacy uses the dead man's switch she has spent seven years creating to stand up to her father, Don Angelo. He just so happens to be the most powerful don in America, but she refuses to marry Luca anyway. When it looks like Scott and Stacy are fighting a losing battle against two powerful dons, she begs him to let her go. Time and again, he keeps chasing her anyway. As love blooms between these best friends, can Stacy outrun her past for a chance at a future with Scott? Or will her criminal past ruin them? Sometimes love comes softly... sometimes it means being willing to risk life and limb just to stay together.
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A tale as old as time… He ran a finger along her burning cheek, his eyes on her lips as he watched them part. "If you're found like this with me, there'll be no discussion about it. You'll definitely be stuck with me then. Are you really, really sure, princess?" Two brothers, vying for the attention of the same woman… "I do see you Zoey, whether you're at an art class or just wandering around taking in the sights. I see everything you do. That's the problem." He rounded the corner and bent down on one knee, pulling the robe over her shoulders. "Lately, all I see is you." Can one heart truly belong to two men? She's engaged. So is he. And according to the headlines, so are the mouths of their betrotheds. How far will he go for revenge? Lady Zoey is the daughter of Duke Arden, only she's never met the man. So what right does he have to marry her off to some pompous, playboy prince? Prince Aaron Condor is in love with Lady Emily Maine. But when King Henry and Duke Arden decide to mend fences, Aaron ends up engaged to newcomer Zoey. Duke James Beaumont returns to Caines after being exiled five years ago. He's only back to propose to his childhood sweetheart, Emily Maine. 3 months later, Aaron and Emily are caught together in a compromising liplock. James wants revenge. Zoey wants someone to tell her it's okay to give her fiance a second chance. When the jilted lovers meet on the streets of Caines and he proposes to her, Zoey learns that that person is not James Beaumont. She meets with James again anyway and accidentally ends up married to him. It was all a drunken mistake, but that doesn't make The King's Guard hunting them any less real. One small-town girl turned noblewoman, an entitled heiress and two best friends who just can't stop getting mixed up with the same women.
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On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
Five years ago, Alessia La Rosa's life took a drastic turn when, suffering from memory loss, she wed to Dominic Carter under her grandfather's mysterious arrangement. But their marriage was a facade, bringing her only humiliation and heartache as Dominic showed no love, and she couldn't conceive. Upon discovering Dominic's infidelity, Alessia sought liberation through divorce. Yet, fate had more in store for her. Five years later, spurred by an anonymous email hinting at her lost child's whereabouts, she returns to the city with her twin babies in tow, determined to uncover the truth. As she navigates the tangled web of her past, a surprising twist awaits. Dominic, upon meeting her again, finds himself drawn to the woman she has become, unaware of her true identity as his former wife. Little does he know, the woman he's falling for is not only his ex-wife but also a powerful Doctor and Master Hacker.
"Mr. Evans, please maintain some dignity. Don't forget I'm your brother's wife!" Having caught her husband and best friend together in the bed, Elena wanted nothing more than to exact revenge on the people she once called family. She refused to be a pitiful divorcee and vowed to make everyone who had once looked down on her beg for forgiveness. And to start with her newfound freedom, Elena indulges in a one-night stand with a stranger. However, what was meant to be a fleeting escape turns into a nightmare when she learns that the stranger is none other than her husband's older brother! Would Elena be free from the shackles of her marriage? Or would the mysterious stranger make her life a living hell since he seemed to have a personal vendetta against his family? [The story is 18+ and involves mature content.]