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CRIMSON LESSONS: THE PROFESSOR'S FORBIDDEN STUDENT

Nineteen-year-old Tesslyn Verne thought the worst day of her life was catching her boyfriend Callum in bed with her roommate. She drowned her heartbreak in whiskey and the arms of a mysterious stranger—a man whose silver-tongued words and devastating touch made her forget everything but the way he whispered her name like a prayer. One perfect night. No names. No promises. Just escape. When Callum came crawling back, she forgave him. Stupid? Maybe. But she'd gotten her revenge, had her wild night, and now she could move forward. University would be their fresh start. Until she walks into Advanced Literature on her first day and finds him behind the professor's desk. Dr. Thayer Murdoch. Thirty-two. Brilliant. Untouchable. And very much her new professor. The man who knows exactly what she sounds like when she comes undone. He should stay away—his career, her education, everything demands it. She should run—Callum's waiting, university's just starting, this is insane. But some addictions can't be quit. Some lines, once crossed, redraw the entire map. Every stolen glance in class is a risk. Every accidental touch burns. And when Thayer offers private "tutoring sessions," Tesslyn knows she's playing with fire. Her ex wants her back. Her professor wants her in ways that could destroy them both. And Tesslyn? She's about to learn that some lessons can't be taught in classrooms—and the most dangerous education is learning who you'll burn the world down for.
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The Price of Her Name

Who is she in this life? A bride, a pawn… or just a substitute for someone who will never come? Rosy, a girl cast out by her own family, had her identity switched to be married into a noble household. A wedding with no invitations, no blessings only the cold binding from a man named Captian Anderson, the ruthless CEO behind the largest corporation holding the key to the entire banking and finance industry. Forced into marriage to save her family’s failing company, Rosy had no idea she was stepping into a maze of conspiracies, deceitful pasts, and chilling secrets no one had ever spoken of. She must live with a man rumored to be incapable of feeling, someone whose eyes reflect no emotion, yet always see through her as if he has known her for a very long time. Between love and control, trust and lies, Rosy has no choice but to stand up and reclaim herself, even when the love that begins to blossom may become the greatest threat of all. "To survive this velvet prison, she must learn how to make her captor love her to death." ... Umee say that: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.
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The Ice-cold CEO’s Doted Wife’s Revenge

[Warning: this story contains dark themes] **** Seven years ago, Ruby Emerald believed she had everything: love, stability, a future she could finally trust. On her wedding anniversary, she planned a surprise that would change their lives forever. Instead, her world shattered. She found her husband having sex with his ex, the words that followed cutting deeper than the betrayal itself. He said loving her made him feel small. Empty. The child she carried was her quiet miracle, who never got the chance to be born. Ruby lost her pregnancy on the very day meant to celebrate life, sealing her heartbreak in silence. When grief had barely settled, life demanded more. Her mother’s heart was failing. There was a need for surgery, which was devastatingly expensive. Her father’s debts threatened to swallow the family business whole. Ruby was drowning. Then came the knock on her hospital door. Her ex-husband’s stepfather, Max Byron, stepped inside, immaculate and unreadable, his presence commanding the room before he spoke a single word. A man of power, control, and secrets. “I can solve all your problems,” he said. Hope flared, dangerous and fragile until he finished: “My only condition… is that you marry me.” Trapped between survival and self-respect, Ruby is forced into a marriage built on necessity, not love. But beneath the cold arrangement and unspoken boundaries, something unsettling begins to grow, slow, restrained, impossible to ignore. Because the most dangerous thing about this marriage isn’t the bargain she made— It’s the feelings she never agreed to feel.
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CRIMSON BONDS: THE GUARDIAN'S FORBIDDEN MATE

Thea Corvain never questioned why her father kept her hidden in their remote estate, homeschooled and sheltered from the world. She thought he was overprotective. She didn't know he was keeping her alive. When Magnus Ravencroft—her father's enigmatic best friend and business partner—delivers the news that her father is dead, Thea's world shatters. Then comes the real shock: her father's will demands she live under Magnus's protection until her twenty-fifth birthday, eighteen months away. Magnus is everything forbidden. Dangerous. Devastatingly handsome. Eleven years older and wrapped in secrets that smell like gunpowder and midnight. He looks at her like she's both precious and poisonous, keeping her at arm's length while his silver eyes track her every movement. Thea tries to stay invisible in his sprawling fortress of a home. But proximity is a cruel mistress. She catches him watching her with an hunger that makes her skin burn. Feels the barely-leashed violence in him when other men look her way. Notices how he disappears on full moons and returns with blood on his clothes. Then her twenty-fourth birthday arrives, and everything changes. Magnus's control snaps during the celebration—his eyes flash wolf-gold, and three words shatter both their worlds: "You're my mate." Impossible. Werewolves choose their mates. They don't get fated to the daughter of their best friend. But Magnus's wolf doesn't care about impossibility or propriety. It wants her. Needs her. And the bond is killing him from the inside out because he made a deathbed promise to her father: protect Thea, never touch her, never claim her. But her father's death wasn't natural. Someone murdered him to get to Thea—because she's not fully human, and her blood holds the key to destroying the werewolf pack Magnus has led for fifteen years. The same pack her father died protecting her from. Now Magnus must choose: honor his promise to a dead friend or claim his fated mate before the killers hunting her finish what they started. In a world of fangs and forbidden desire, can love survive the weight of a sacred vow? Or will duty destroy them both?
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