Is E.B. Starling Based On A Real Person?

A businessman. A stalker. An FBI agent. What do they have in common? Unfortunately, they all have ties to Evangeline Becker. A sassy, no filter, attention seeker author who has dated almost every man in the entertainment sector. The prettier they are, the more determined she is to make them like her. But when they eventually do, she discards them faster than anyone can say run. However, when she meets Mason, the tables turn. She finds herself falling for him and is desperate to make him love her back. But there's one teeny tiny problem. She can't let him find out who the real woman behind the mask is. Will Eva take off the mask and let Mason see the real her or will she do what she always does when relationships start getting serious? Run

"You're not Isabella. But you will be. Starting tonight." Elara has nothing. No family. No money. She grew up in foster care. She cleans toilets for a living. Until the night she scrubs the penthouse bathroom of Alexander Blackwood, a billionaire CEO. He walks in drunk, sees her face, sees the star-shaped birthmark behind her ear, and calls her Isabella. Isabella is his wife. She disappeared six months ago. She was declared dead. And she looks exactly like Elara. Now Elara is forced to wear a dead woman's clothes, sleep in her bed, and pretend to be someone she never met. The mansion is full of secrets. The housekeeper watches her every move. The charming brother offers help that feels too calculated. And Alexander knows more about Isabella's disappearance than he admits. But Elara survived foster care by staying quiet and watching. Now she's watching them. And she's going to find out what happened to her sister—even if it means tearing the Blackwood family apart from the inside. She came to clean their toilets. She's staying to bury their secrets.

"Don't move," he trailed his kisses to my neck after saying it, his hands were grasping my hands, entwining his fingers with mine, putting them above my head. His woodsy scent of cologne invades my senses and I was aroused by the simple fact that his weight was slightly crushing me. ***** When a famous author keeps on receiving emails from his stalker, his agent says to let it go. She says it's good for his popularity. But when the stalker gets too close, will he run and call the police for help? Is it a thriller? Is it a comedy? Is it steamy romance? or... is it just a disaster waiting to happen? ***** Add the book to your library, read and find out as another townie gets his spotlight and hopefully his happy ever after 😘 ***** Warning! R-Rated for 18+ due to strong, explicit language and sexual content*

Eliza is a simple and uncomplicated young woman. She enjoys the outdoors, is good with animals, and, like most young women her age, loves to party and have fun. When she meets a sexy man with an alluring Southern drawl, she has no idea that he is involved in a world that she is yet to know, but is her legacy. Like it or not. "The Awakening" begins the saga of a female shifter named, Eliza.

Olivia Rayne is the biggest star in the world, yet her boyfriend kept her hidden for seven years. Ashamed of her success, he treated her like a burden before finally walking away. Heartbroken and furious, Olivia decides to upgrade. Her target is Gabriel Moreau, a billionaire wine magnate with a heart of stone and no interest in the spotlight. He is the one man she should not be able to break. Still, she pursues him relentlessly, using every charm in her arsenal to make him hers. The goal is simple: get the man, show off to the ex, and move on. But Gabriel’s walls begin to crumble, and his obsession starts to mirror her own. As the revenge plot blurs into a terrifying reality, Olivia must decide if she’s ready to handle the man she fought so hard to catch.

After a century of wandering and sealed away in seclusion, I came home to the Ashveil Order. The one who received me was the youngest apprentice of the current generation. Taking me for a fresh recruit, he put me through a so-called pre-training inspection and helped himself to my travel pack. "You're carrying this many rare reagents and relics? For someone just starting out, that's nothing but a burden. I'll go to the trouble of taking some off your hands." "Why do you have so many elixirs and warding sigils? Did you rob someone? That's dangerous. I'll keep them safe for you, so no one comes hunting you for them." Then he laid a hand on my soul-bound blade and said, "This sword carries far too much killing edge. It clashes with your gift and will tear at your soul if you wield it. Lucky for you, it suits mine perfectly. I'll take care of it for you." I'd had enough. I backhanded him across the face. Did he have any idea that the Ashveil in Ashveil Order came from me—Rowan Ashveil?