I'm an author with lots of love and flaws, and I write books where women know their worth and men know how to be men. You won't find alpha or sigma males in my stories, but rather human beings who have been misunderstood by society. I don't write villains or heroes; I write those who deserve to be written.
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𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷 𝓰𝓸𝓮𝓼 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻. Sunset Submission is a provocative anthology of five erotic novelettes exploring the intricate dance of power, trust, and the liberation of the feminine command. From the rekindling of a fading spark in a five-year marriage to the shocking revelations of an arranged engagement, these stories dive deep into the world of 𝑭𝒆𝒎𝑫𝒐𝒎 and 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏. Each story is a journey of discovery where the lines between pleasure and discipline blur. In the quiet of the night, five men learn that surrendering control is not a loss of strength-it is the ultimate key to intimacy. 𝕾𝖍𝖍... 𝖇𝖊 𝖆 𝖌𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖇𝖔𝖞.
𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 1 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 ♡𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦♡ 𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒚 Seven dates. One love. And a moment that changed everything. 𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐲𝐲𝐚𝐚 thought she had it all-her high school love, a dream proposal, and a future that sparkled like candlelight. Each date brought her closer to forever with 𝑺𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒌, the boy who once watched her from across the classroom and now couldn't stop staring at her across the dinner table. But life doesn't always follow the script of soft songs and fairy tales. When fate crashes into their perfect story, will love be enough to rewrite the ending? A story of stolen glances, whispered dreams, and love that hopes to survive the unthinkable.
𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 2 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 ♡𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦♡ 𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒚 Sometimes love wasn't the only one that reached you first, sometimes it reached you second and stayed. Some memories were meant to be forgotten and then remembered... without regret. Regret is for those who hurt someone intentionally. Not for the ones who don't know why there is a sudden pain of longing when they don't even know for whom. For whom? They don't remember, they don't know. But the ache doesn't ease until there is a balm for it. It doesn't matter what the balm is-maybe a medication, maybe a person. A person who never knew what you were, what you carried. They just came and lifted that burden to stay. A burden they felt not in sorrow but in memory. And when those memories were returning, they broke. I remember looking at the sun and moon at the same time. Holding the hope to not fall into a long queue. That was, The Day I Remembered You.
“𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗲.” Patriarchy sacrifices the men it claims to protect and silences the women it claims to cherish. It tells the man he is a provider, but turns his choice into a cage. It tells him to be tough, until his emotions are nothing but dust. It tells him the family is his, yet leaves him to carry the burden alone. But the women? They face it daily. They break, they bleed, and they still fight—not just for themselves, but for every soul oppressed, whether the threat is the man or the bear. Feminism is the cure, but healing is a marathon, not a sprint. > Equality doesn’t arrive in ten minutes; it arrives in the quiet, late-night choices we make for ourselves. That is the journey of The Round Table.
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