Penelope Douglas

Mason Knight is back in New York City, worming his way back into Jamie's life. Will winning her back prove to be harder than he thought? *** After almost 18 months of travelling to find himself, Mason Knight is back in New York City with plans to win back the girl he left behind. Unknown to him that it was more than winning back a woman's love,but the love of a daughter he never knew he had. Mason believes that he is a changed man and does everything in his power to win the love of the family he never knew he wanted. However, things are not always as easy as they seem, especially when Jamie is far from ready to forgive him

She's Penelope Gabrielle Avery. She's the famous, gorgeous, and rich heir of Avery Corporation. She got it all- Looks, Fame, Wealth, Brain, name it all, but one thing seems to be missing. The Campus Queen crown. It has been her dream since she was young. And now that she's a step closer to winning it, she will do everything she can to achieve it. He's Zachary Hestrone Austin. He's an orphan and he lives independently. But beyond his sad fate, he enjoys his life- being a campus journalist, a Starbucks part-timer and a scholar. He will do anything to live especially now that his scholarship is at risk. She needs him. He needs her. Two goal-diggers born in two different lives. Will love help them find their way towards a happily ever after? Or will their differences hinder them from achieving their goals?

Could a young man without family, a street boy live - in - son - in - law, an uneducated young man who managed his life on the street become acceptable in society? No, because there is no hope. They named him the lost Prince and muted out all types of inhuman treatment to him because he was lonely. But a step in the right direction gave him hope and a mandate to accomplish.

Lily, an author who wants to stop writing, was despised by her readers because her book, "Love is in Your Heart, My Prince," had such a horrible ending. One day, she awoke playing the part of the villainous character who was to be executed by the tyrant emperor.

I found out my husband of three years had cheated on me and his mistress is the one who told me—because he didn’t have the balls to do it himself. I move out and get a new apartment, a job as a bartender, and try to move on with a broken heart. I wonder where it all went wrong, if I hadn’t been enough for him, if I’d been stupid for marrying him in the first place. I’m at work one night when he walks inside—the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. He sits at the bar and a forest fire burns between us. I was depressed the moment before he entered, but the second I look at his blue eyes, I forget the dumpster fire that my life has become. I invite him back to my place and it’s the most passionate night of my life. I expect to never see him again. I just want him as an anti-depressant—but he wants me all to himself. I just got my heart ripped out of my chest so I want something easy and no-strings-attached, but he wants all the strings because he’s hooked. I don’t get much of a say in the matter, and that’s not surprising when I learn why—because he’s the Butcher. The crime lord of all crime lords, the boss that overshadows all of Paris, that makes everyone abide by his rules—or pay. And now I’m his.

I wish my husband were dead. I married him to save someone I loved. Now I’ve been trapped in this loveless marriage for years. He parades his mistresses right in front of me. Strikes me if I say something he doesn’t like. When he’s away on one of his business trips, I head to a bar to blow off steam. My intention is to go home alone, but that changes when I see him, the sexiest man ever. He buys me a drink. Stares at me in a way my husband never has—or any man ever. He doesn’t say much, but when he does, it’s all the right things. Asks if he can take me home, and I want to scream my answer at the top of my lungs. But I decide to tell him the truth instead. “I’m married.” My husband isn’t faithful to me, but he’s dangerous. Dangerous, as in, he kills people. Lots of people. “And my husband is someone you don’t want to cross…” “I’m not someone you want to cross either.” His stare doesn’t falter with the information. On his right hand is a diamond ring, carved into a human skull. Built like an ox, he looks like he could be dangerous too. The energy he emits from his strong body is subtly hostile, but not directed at me. “Let’s go, sweetheart.” I should say no—but I don’t think I can.