Showing results for "Privilege" in Romance

Newly released from jail and back home in Crescent Falls, Just is determined to finally get his life together and he’s seemingly on track. However, one thing is missing—the right woman to build with. When Monae comes back into his life, things change. Their connection is magnetic and undeniable. However, both of their respective pasts complicate things. Just and Monae have work to do if they’re going to make this connection work but both understand that love isn’t a promise; it’s a privilege.

At a young age, Dom Kincaid thought he had met the girl of his dreams, Zoree Boudreaux. However, fate had other plans. Forced apart, their lives travel down different path until those paths cross years later. Forced together out of necessity, the two have to perpetuate the ultimate commitment, marriage. Will the arrangement give the two a second chance at love? Or will the past that separated them keep them apart? To protect their families, the arrangement began but the true question is how will it end.

The Ivanov family exudes wealth and power, so when its founder shows up on the surgical roster of a third-year resident, even with me not laying eyes on her previously, I’m thrust under their spotlight. Her son’s, to be precise. Maksim Ivanov is a walking red flag. He oozes confidence, and appears to have never been told no, but despite our differences, sparks ignite the moment we trade sultry glances. The tension is white hot. I’ve never experienced such an immediate mutual connection. But as quickly as his mother was placed under my care, she is removed.

Having finally discovered the truth of her birthright, Julia Elliston is determined to outwit Chance Macy at his own game. Holding a secret he'd kill to keep, however, is proving more difficult than she imagined. Just when Julia thinks she's managed to untangle herself from Macy's clutches, he changes tactics with a risky ploy. As the scandal of the century breaks loose, drawing rooms all over London whisper what so far newspapers have not dared to print: Macy's lost bride is none other than Lord Pierson's daughter.

I never imagined a dreaded gynaecology appointment would result in a fire-sparking connection hotter than the sun. Even in an office designed to torture women, the tension between the sinfully delicious stranger and me is so blistering that we spend the night together, twisted beneath silky sheets. Although disappointed to wake alone the following morning, I assume aching muscles will be the worst side effect of our night of sin. If only anything in my life was that simple.