Who Wrote The Phrase 'You Came Like A Star'?

“This fire could consume us both, ‘querida’.” Slowly, he kissed each knuckle of her hand, causing zings of pleasure to curl up and down her body. “Once I start kissing you, I might never stop. Ever!” A shudder of pleasure went through her at those words. Pleasure… Desire… Fear. “Come,” he said, “it’s late. It’s time for bed.” Have you ever wished you could start your life all over again? Spain… Marbella… a tall, dark, handsome man. This seemed the perfect start to a unique love story. And it was... for a while. The gorgeous heiress Calleigh decides to go to Spain for a short vacation. Once she arrived here, she fell under the spell of the powerful and breathtaking Spanish tycoon Gabriel De León in a hot-blooded encounter that took away her soul, heart, innocence… and memory. Gabriel looked everywhere for Calleigh Swanson and found her in a hospital, lost and lonely. Her betrayal left him angry and disappointed. So, what better way to punish the woman who nearly ruined him than to marry and destroy her body and soul? Only she's now carrying… his child.

“Flame burns brighter than love, but when the spotlight fades, only the scars remain… and sometimes, the heart chooses the very flame that destroys it.” . . . . . Evanya Martel never imagined her life would entwine with Ryan Williams - the dazzling movie star, adored singer, and every girl’s dream. Yet fate, manipulation, and betrayal pulled her into his orbit, binding her to a marriage that was never meant to be. What should have been a fairytale quickly turned into a battlefield of chaos, misunderstandings, and heartbreak. Between Ryan’s intoxicating charm and destructive flaws, Evanya is forced to confront not only the cracks in their marriage but the shadows of her own fears. As friendships fracture, scandals erupt, and love is tested against fame’s cruel spotlight, Evanya must decide: will she remain the meek woman everyone underestimates, or rise into the strong, independent soul she was always meant to be? In a world where desire collides with betrayal, and hope flickers even in the darkest corners, her journey will leave you breathless. A story of resilience, passion, and the courage to reclaim one’s destiny, **Kiss of a Fallen Star** is a gripping tale that will captivate your heart. *Book 2 in the spin-off series of Kiss of His Betrayal.*

On the day Christian Starr held his celebratory banquet to celebrate his company going public, I was forced to return to the country. I couldn’t afford my rent abroad anymore, so I had no choice but to take a job as a food delivery rider. Every single eye in the luxury private lounge snapped toward me. It wasn’t until the man sitting right in the center raised his head and his eyes met mine that someone broke the silence with a playful, mocking sneer. “Well, look who it is. Isn’t this Nova, Christian’s little sister who used to follow him around all day long?” “Back when Christian hit rock bottom, she took all her family’s money and fled abroad to live it up. I guess she got tired of the good life and came back to experience how the other half lives, huh?” The room erupted into a chorus of laughter. Feeling completely out of place, I nervously set the gastric medicine I had delivered onto the table and turned around, wanting nothing more than to leave. “Nova.” The deep and familiar voice rang out, forcing my footsteps to a sudden halt. “If you walk out that door right now, I will leave you a one-star review.” One bad review, and my three days’ worth of food delivery was practically for nothing. I could handle starving if I didn’t have money for food, but if I couldn’t pay my rent, I wouldn’t even have a roof over my head. I clenched my fists tightly and forced myself to meet Christian’s eyes once again. “Is there anything else you need, sir?” The corners of his mouth curled into a smirk. With his long, slender fingers, he casually knocked over a glass brimming with wine. Then, he pulled out a black card and tossed it onto the table. “Didn’t you always love money? Clean up all the spilled wine on this table with your mouth, and all the cash on this card is yours.”

If you knew how your life would end, would you do something differently? Bruno didn't believe in fate, prophecies, or anything related to the future until that late afternoon when he and his friends were approached by a gypsy. He was completely skeptical until the gypsy sealed his fate: He would get married by the age of 24, have four children, become rich, but not by doing what he loves, nor through gambling. His father would pass away at 60 years old, two years younger than him. His destiny was linked to a young woman with brown hair, and all of this would happen only when Bruno met this woman. He promised himself never to fall in love with any woman with brown hair... And that remained true until he met Helena.

My daughter’s kindergarten held a family event, and I rushed there, only to see her holding hands with my wife’s male secretary. “Daddy,” she said, “I wish our family could stay like this forever.” I watched as the three of them hugged, radiant with happiness. Suddenly, exhaustion washed over me. Later, I filed for divorce. Then I left to teach in rural villages for thirty years. If I couldn’t light the lamp in my own home, I’d at least illuminate the path for others.

On the night of my 30th birthday, I waited until the early hours of the morning, but my husband, Theodore Hawk never showed up. Instead, I came across an Instagram post from his childhood sweetheart, Emily Gallagher. [What romantic is not the starry night, it is having you by my side.] In the picture, she was wearing a delicate, sky-blue camisole that revealed just enough to charm and seduce. A man stood close behind her, his hand firmly gripping her waist. The scene was set in the seaside villa that Theodore had gifted her, their figures intimately entwined under the soft glow of the night. Someone had commented beneath the post: [I can’t stand you two being this lovey-dovey all the time! Just get married already!] Emily had responded with a shy-face emoji. I had just liked the post when Theodore, who I had failed to reach all night, blew up my phone with calls. "Are you out of your mind, Camilla? Emi and I grew up together! If we wanted to be together, we would’ve done so long ago! Why are you being so petty?" Looking at how Theodore gently held her in his arms, comforting her, I realized something. Letting go of someone you’ve loved for seven years... can take only a moment.