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I was only his second choice. Freckled, mousy, short; not to mention from a working-class family. A family who could trace their roots back to the Mayflower, who had lost all English charm. We were now part of the growing population of 'Americanized Mutts', and I was too headstrong with not enough beauty to match. So what could a prestigious Scottish Lawyer see in me that was suitable for marriage?
...My stomach was turning with nerves as I slipped into a soft cotton nightgown.
“Are you well, leannan?” Roderick asked from the other side of the dressing screen, seemingly aware of my stalling.
I swallowed hard. “Y-yes,” I responded, slowly stepping out from behind the French screen. I wrapped my arms around myself, very much aware of the new white linen I wore. The shadow of my body could be seen, no matter how still I stood.
Standing cowardly near the screen, I watched as Roderick folded his kilt and laid it gently upon his dresser, his back to me. I took the time to part my hair and cover the shadows of my breasts and folded my hands over my front. I took another shaky breath. After this night I would no longer be pure, and I would be a woman...
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Mystery Work
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This is part of an ongoing challenge and will be revealed soon!
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Ginny Weasley has been married to Draco Malfoy for two years. Not by choice, of course. Voldemort and his Death Eaters have taken over and Ginny never stood a chance. This follows their life together. It is dark and twisted and full of adult things.
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JUDE
I don’t demand brilliance - merely competence executed at some rudimentary threshold. Think one step ahead, not two steps back. Apparently, this is aspirational.
Some find me challenging. “Intense” being the polite formulation. Once - memorably -“a goddamned sociopath in Berluti.” Which is lazy on two counts: (1) I wear Ferragamo, and (2) sociopaths don’t get attached to obscenely attractive, waif waisted corporate villains.
I’m not difficult. I have standards, not personality disorders. A code - if you will. Competence merits respect. Mediocrity receives nothing - not consideration, not quarter, not the pretence of collegiality. I don’t care if you’re minority-of-the-month, legacy ballast, or someone’s trust-fund participation trophy (cough Bells) - show up with solutions and I’ll listen. Bring them consistently and I might even learn your coffee order. I am considerate like that.
And if that competence arrives wrapped in an impeccable body, I’m… amenable.
That was the case with her, not mildly.
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- Part 1 of In Your Hands
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Eden Lane lives quietly—working at a bookstore café, studying Literary History, and trying not to disappoint a family that never lets her forget she isn’t her perfect sister.
She thinks invisibility keeps her safe.
Then Niklas Northcott sees her.
Heir to a billion-dollar empire and the ruthless fixer behind its spotless reputation, Niklas is accustomed to acquiring what he wants—and Eden becomes the one thing he can’t look away from.
He visits the café often. Watches her. Learns her routines. Plans her future before she ever notices him.
She doesn’t know that the handsome, polite customer is already imagining her in his penthouse, in his bed, and under his strict list of privileges—choices, comforts, even pleasure itself—that she’ll have to earn.
Eden thinks she’s just caught a stranger’s attention.
Niklas knows he’s already begun to take her life apart, piece by piece.
Because once he decides something is his…
he never lets go.