Her friend told her dreams come true at Eden, but this is more like a nightmare.
begins to stalk her. After receiving an invitation to an exclusive resort
called Eden, she jumps at the chance to get away.
past. As he’s closing in on her, a passing stranger on a motorcycle pulls up
and orders her onto his bike. Frightened and willing to take any chance to flee
her dangerous ex, she does as he says.
Her knight in supple leather manages to lose her ex and take
her to a secret hideaway, but now she finds herself overwhelmed by his potent
masculinity and submitting completely to his authoritative commands.
Killer didn’t want to be her saviour. He had problems of his
own. But once Marissa’s under his protection, he will do whatever he can to
keep her safe. Even force her to face her deepest fears.
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Excerpt from Wild Ride
The next morning, Marissa decided to leave the castle and go into the little town nearby.
Apparently, there was a marketplace where she could buy souvenirs and postcards, have her
fortune told, buy some unique artwork, and enjoy some quaint little cafes and restaurants.
She wore a short denim skirt and blouse over her bikini, intending to take a walk along the
beach near the town in the afternoon and go for a swim. She finished her lemonade in the little
café overlooking the ocean, having just finished a lunch salad. After paying her bill, she left the
restaurant, and headed toward the fortune teller’s she’d seen earlier.
As the sound of that voice, her blood ran cold. She glanced over her shoulder and saw Rip,
big as life in his faded jeans and black T-shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal his tattooed arms,
standing about thirty yards behind her. Her eyes widened as she stood frozen to the spot.
Then he stepped toward her. Her heart lurched and she raced forward, running past the
booths and heading toward the street. Traffic passed by ahead and all she could think of was
finding a policeman to protect her.
But when she reached the road, she gazed around, searching, but could see no one in uniform
anywhere. Her heart pounded as she glanced behind her at Rip closing the distance between
them. She raced along the street, then around a corner.
A big black motorcycle pulled in front of her. The driver glanced her way, his eyes hidden by
dark, reflective aviator shades.
“Get on the bike,” he said in a hard, commanding voice.
She glanced over her shoulder at Rip heading her way.
“Now,” the biker demanded.
Automatically obeying his authoritative tone, she hopped on the bike behind him, then
wrapped her arms around his waist as the bike lurched forward. She glanced at Rip’s face as he
raced toward her, the expression on his face one of shock.
“No, Marissa. Don’t trust him,” he shouted after them.
At least, that’s what she thought he’d said. Not that she had any reason to believe Rip. He
was merely trying to frighten her.
As the bike dodged between the traffic and it started to sink in that she was sitting on the back
of a speeding motorcycle, clinging to a man she didn’t even know, it occurred to her that maybe
she’d just jumped from the frying pan into the fire.
Escape From Reality by Adriana Hunter
When curvy single and struggling romance author Leila Connors receives a mysterious invitation to spend an all-expense paid week on a tropical island, it simply seems too good to be true. Who is responsible for sending the invitation? Why does the envelope smell of dominant male possession? And most importantly, why her? With a string of failed relationships and a career on the down-slide, Leila feels she has nothing to lose and agrees to the trip. But when she arrives at her destination, far away from everything she knows, she can’t help but wonder if she made a mistake. That is until she comes face to face with the incredibly handsome Sebastian Phillips, a tortured stranger with dark secrets, and a man who will take without asking. With just one touch he awakens a desperate need within her. Before too long Leila finds herself caught up in a game of irresistible obsession, where truths are exposed, and the dangerously blurred line between fantasy and reality threaten to drive her to the point of no return.
Jetting to Martinique for a modeling assignment with three of Europe’s hottest magazine photographers—Gustave, Fabian, and Leon—should’ve been easy, breezy beautiful. Never did I expect to look up and see a hole in the ceiling of our plane that was bigger in size than my Birkin bag.
Shit! We’re nose-diving toward Eden Island. I pictured how my New York Times obituary might read when I’m gone, “Taddy Brill, Manhattanite, dethroned descendant of the Austrian House of Brillford royalty, dies at age eighteen, penniless, unloved, and a virgin.” I swear this crap only happens to me. Suddenly, Leon pulls me with Fabian and Gustave. Adrenaline racing through me, our bodies clung as one. We prepared to…crash.The Undergrad Years is a New Adult contemporary miniseries about first loves, independence, and everlasting friendships.
Reader warning: Contains mature content intended for readers 17 and up.
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You ever really think that you’ll win the lottery? Meet Mr. Right? How about two Mr. Rights? Somehow the universe is handing me everything I want, and I don’t like it. Not one little bit. Because just when you get all your dreams handed to you on a silver platter, that’s when an airplane dumps its sewage on your house. Or your mama’s diabetes takes a bad turn. Or your mobile phone gets stuck in your hoohaw.(What? It happens…) Boring old average me got everything I wanted already, moving from small-town Ohio to big-city Boston to follow my heart. So when the fancy invitation offering me a pile of money to come with the band, Random Acts of Crazy, to perform on an island resort and be their manager arrived, I thought it was a cosmic joke. Enough money to help my mama get what she needed, five days in sunny paradise, and a shot at greatness for the band? Unreal. One big shoe was waiting to drop. On my head. Just like no one really ever finds a naked man wearing only a guitar standing by the side of the road hitchhiking and ends up falling in love with him and his friend and moving halfway across the country for true love, no one gets an invitation to come to what turns out to be a resort where people make what me and Joe and Trevor do together look like a chaste peck on the cheek. But… Well. I guess these things do happen.