The Island Of Missing Trees Novels & Stories

Run for the money. It’s part of the show. If he catches up, he won’t let go. Anya I’m in trouble—the kind that comes from a mobster and my irresponsible father. He killed himself and left me—and my underage sisters—holding the bag. Dmitri Ivanov wants half a million within two weeks, or he’s going to force us into the sex trade and keep my sweet little sister for himself. I’m desperate, so when I see the twisted reality TV show, “The Island,” I decide to compete. It’s only one weekend, and if the hunters don’t catch me, I get a million dollars. If they do, I still get paid—and extra for being a virgin. I just have to avoid getting trapped. But when I meet Spencer, maybe I don’t mind him catching and claiming me… Spencer My brother tricks me into coming with him for a weekend of hunting. I’m not into the outdoors and have never hunted an animal before. When I find out we’re supposed to hunt women instead, I’m ready to walk out. Until Anya walks in. One look at her, and I know she’s mine. I can’t fight the primal, possessive need to catch and claim her. There’s just one problem. If I have her for the weekend, how will I ever let her go? This is a contemporary romance with suspense and dark themes. While consensual, certain fantasy elements acted out between Spencer and Anya can be triggering to sensitive readers.

Finding out you've been adopted is stressful enough but finding out that your father is the dead billionaire Benjamin Moore is mind-blowing in itself. Couple with the fact that you are part of a triplet separated at birth and with secrets and conspiracy emerging on your late father's private island, the final blow will take your breath away. NOTE: NOT FOR THE FAINT HEARTED. This story contains sexually explicit and graphic depiction of sex and a bit of incest. If this is not your cup of tea, please move on. My hope is that you readers enjoy my writing in its entirety and not base it on just its sexual nature.

Harper Thomas loves bad dates. She goes on hundreds of them a year, and then blogs about them online to make her living. When her sister signs her up for a new dating service, Harper's not expecting to find anything other more than ridiculous men. She certainly isn't planning to meet him... Gabe Honors is one of the billionaire owners of Kindling Dating. He also happens to be Miami's most eligible bachelor, but his search for love has never been successful. That is, until he decided to use his own dating service. The first time he meets Harper, he knew that she was the one. However, in order to make sure that it really was love, he kept his identity a secret. He soon finds out, secrets never mix well with love... Can a billionaire CEO finally stump this bad-date-blogger? Can Harper look past the money and find the man? Or will they only be left with memories of their island kisses?

Celine Pierce… a fashionista and an heiress to a leading clothing company. She is accustomed to getting her own way with her model good look, charming smile, and her papa’s five credit cards. She is never truly satisfied with life as everything comes too easy. Everything… boys, bags, grades, money… everything. Life in every party. The kind of girl girls admire. She gets everything easily. Except for his heart. He never tells her how he felt, the mysterious man she met on a small island in the Mediterranean Sea. She only knows his name, and the only things she has of him are memories during those two weeks together. The two weeks that changed her whole life.

Aston Wiley is the future Beta of the BlackPaw pack. He turns 18 and is eager to see if Katarina Harris is his fated mate, as he suspects she is. The day he confirms that she is his mate is the day he disappears for 4 years. Four years after her son’s disappearance, Shawna Banks comes across a man who resembles him in every way, but he doesn’t remember her or who he used to be. She convinces him to come home with her, and they work on retaining his memory. Everything comes back to him slowly, and he struggles to find his new place in his old pack. As for Katarina, she’s now the future Luna, dating King Jamison, the future Alpha of the pack. Will Aston remember his tie to Katarina? Will she ever know what she meant to Aston? Who kidnapped Aston in the first place, and for what reason? Follow Aston as he uncovers the secrets of the BlackPaw Pack.

Through the years, Lauren's grandmother visited the basement every day. It is one place she was never allowed to visit because, according to her grandmother, a supernatural being lived there. One day, her grandmother instructed her to light the candles in the basement, and when she arrived there, she came face to face with the horrifying creature, a cursed werewolf named Alex that had been exiled in the dark for many years. Lauren's life will never be the same again after meeting Alex. She has no idea that falling in love with him comes with a heavy price. In the middle of the family gathering, everyone was shocked when Lauren attempted to kill Alex's grandfather, the previous Alpha King. She failed miserably with her evil intention, and her life went downhill. Will Alex continue honoring the mate bond with her or abandon her completely?

Yaszy Mancini was taken from her brothers when she was eleven years old and she remembers that day clear as day. She kills the people who took her and then reunites with her brothers after five years.

Our son's birthday celebration had just come to an end when my wife of seven years smiled and asked, "What do you think about one wife having two husbands?" "What?" I stared at her, certain I had misheard. Before I could make sense of the question, my half-brother walked in, holding a three-year-old boy’s hand. I was still trying to process what was happening when Nancy leaned back with casual ease. "I asked them to come." She reached down and took the little boy's hand, her smile impossibly gentle. "Let me introduce you. This is my son with Julian. "He was born the year you were stationed overseas to manage the Scott family's branch office." The words made my mind explode, leaving it completely blank. She calmly revealed the truth. She and Julian had been together for four years. "I know you've always blamed Julian for your father's death. “I suffered through hiding them for four years out of consideration for you." Her gaze never wavered. "I don’t want them living in the shadows anymore. I want them here by my side." I struggled to stay on my feet, my voice trembling as I forced out the words. "What are you saying?" Nancy raised a hand and gently brushed her fingertips beneath my reddened eyes. "I just want you to be a little more generous. Don't interfere when I spend every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday with them." After a brief pause, she added matter-of-factly, "Or you can divorce me, but our son will stay with me." She smiled as though she were discussing nothing more important than the weather. "I just don't care about you anymore. Even if our son stays with me, I can't promise I'll take good care of him." Ignoring the color draining from my face, she looked at me indifferently. "So… "Have you decided which option to choose?"

After three years, I finally found my husband, who had gone missing during our honeymoon. However, no matter whether I broke down in despair or became hysterical, he remained completely cold and calm, having suffered from amnesia. "The heir of the Wingers you keep talking about really isn't me. "Don't come looking for me again, or Nora will make me sleep on the sofa." The doting on another woman in his every word pierced my heart with a thousand holes. Just as I was about to give up, I accidentally overheard his friend asking him. "Three years ago, just to be with Nora, you faked your death during your honeymoon with Hazel. Now, you want to go back to living the good life as the heir of the Wingers, so you're pretending to have amnesia in front of her. "Don't you think you're being too hard on her?" Jeff slammed down a glass of alcohol. "Nora is already pregnant with my child. I must let her into the family." I gave up all hope then, turning around to stop my in-laws who were about to rush over. "Lydia, Daniel, I've seen him in person. This man is not Jeff."

I went to the bank to report a lost debit card. The teller casually asked, "Sir, there's a recurring patent royalty payment under your name. Would you like to link it to your new card?" Stunned, I froze. "What patent royalties?" The screen revealed that one of the accounts showed a quarterly deposit of $300 thousand in patent royalties. My mind went blank for a full three seconds. Then I remembered that, five years ago, my wife, Danica Pearson, had handed me a stack of documents, saying it was part of the company registration process. She said I "only understood technology, not business", effectively turning me into a figurehead consultant. I took a deep breath and told the teller, "Link it to the new card. From now on, transfer every payment directly to my personal account." That night, while Danica was overseas on a business trip, she booked the earliest flight home. At 2 a.m., she pounded on my bedroom door.