Priscilla Padilla
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Priscilla Padilla's Books and Stories
Seduced by the Night
Romance "Just one night?" I questioned, slowly bringing my gaze back up to his.
"Just one night," he reiterated.
I took a deep breath. "If I do this, then you have to promise me that one night will be enough."
"Dove, you know I can't make that promise." He closed the distance between us, reaching up to caress my cheek. "And neither can you."
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Harlynn Murphy is a 23 year old Escort. Under the alias Dove, everyone knows who she is in the Escort world. But outside of her occupation, she's just Harlynn- a woman simply trying to pay her rent on time and be the best mama she can be to her fur baby Bolt.
23 year old Mason has always believed in living life to the fullest. Especially when it comes to women. Never having had an issue in the women department, Mason is shocked when he can't find a date for his older brother's wedding. So, as a last-minute resort, he decides to hire an Escort.
What happens when their business relationship turns into a friend with benefits? Will the two be able to keep from falling for each other? Niccolo Fierri
Mafia "You have quite the mouth on you princess," he seethes, brow quirked.
His grip on my arm tightens and a whimper escapes me. "Watch your mouth when you're talking to me."
"Or what?" I retort, attempting and failing to get out from his grasp.
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Autumn Jacobs, 26-year-old, wants to prove to her parents that she can build a successful life without their money. With dreams of becoming a dancer and owning her own dance studio, she applies to become a stripper at a nightclub. Little does she know, her bosses are members of the biggest Mafia family in all of New York.
After the death of his father five years ago, 30 year old Niccolo Fierri became angry with the world. To him, everyone and everything around him is just a means to an end. That is, until he meets Autumn Jacobs.
Have they finally met their match? Will they become the thing that saves or breaks one another? You might like
Serve Me, My Lord
Wo Ruo Emmett was a loyal footman at the wealthy Patterson estate, desperate to scrub the slum out of his blood.
He abandoned his family and gave his absolute devotion to the beautiful young miss, Clara.
But when the estate faced bankruptcy, Clara ruthlessly framed him for embezzlement to protect her family's wealth.
He was shoved into a police carriage in the freezing rain. Through the window, he saw Clara watching him with fake pity, looking at him like a stray dog being put down.
The judge slammed his gavel, sentencing him to a slow, agonizing death.
Because he had spent all his wages on tailored uniforms to fit in, his mother died in a cheap coffin from an untreated illness, leaving his siblings to starve.
As the thick, coarse rope crushed his windpipe, Emmett was filled with agonizing regret.
He didn't understand how the woman who smiled so sweetly could send him to the gallows without a single ounce of hesitation.
Opening his eyes again, Emmett found himself back in the servant's quarters, exactly three days before the Patterson family's downfall.
This time, he wouldn't be their loyal dog. He was going to be their executioner.
He planned to watch Clara sell herself to the savage new heir, Kearney Bernard, just to keep her luxury.
But at the welcome dinner, the terrifying new master ignored Clara completely, locked his dark, obsessive eyes on Emmett, and whispered.
"You are mine. Nobody touches you." Fake Amnesia, Real Betrayal
Johan Gorski The call came at 7:05 PM on our tenth wedding anniversary.
My husband, David, was in an accident.
At the hospital, he was awake, but a young woman, his assistant Chloe, was holding his hand, acting like his wife.
When I walked in, he looked at me, a blank stranger' s stare, then asked, "Who are you?"
He laughed when I said I was his wife, then demanded security remove me, while Chloe, smiling, pretended to cry.
It wasn't just memory loss; it was a cruel, targeted erasure.
I tried proof, the marriage certificate, but he pushed it away as "just a piece of paper."
Then Chloe waltzed in with his favorite soup, and he defended her when I confronted her.
"She' s the only one who' s been here for me!" he screamed.
He snarled that I was "exhausted, haggard," compared to Chloe, who was "kind and gentle."
My wedding ring, a symbol of our forever, flew from my hand as he slapped it away, clinking under the bed.
"Don' t come back," he said, turning his back on me to comfort Chloe.
Later, I learned why: he had been having an affair with Chloe, his mother's 65th birthday ruined by his absence and her answering his phone.
My world shattered when Mark Johnson, David's estranged best friend, told me what David said: "The fake amnesia was a stroke of genius, right? A clean break."
My husband had faked a brain injury to throw me away.
A car hit me, sending me to the hospital, and I knew what I had to do.
When Mark came in, I looked at him, my face blank, then asked, "Are you… my husband?"