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📚 Self Love
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Self Love
Method
2019
Kate Stewart
Hollywood is a temptress, a trickster, a soul-stealing devil. I married an A-list player, knowing I come second place to his craft. But Lucas and I are a golden couple, a modern-day fairy tale. I’ve never doubted what we built...until the sudden death of Lucas’s best friend has scandal rocking the Hills and shaking the foundation of our relationship. I chose Lucas as my safe haven...he chose the role of a lifetime. For the next three months, I’ll share my nights with a stranger, watching as he buries his pain, immersed in his role and living as someone else. We’ve done this before. I tell myself it’s just another movie, and he’ll return to me. I should’ve known this time would be different. To get my husband back, I’ll need the strength of ten men. As it turns out, I’ll have to go through two.
Mr. Mitchell
2020
Raylin Marks
The billionaire always gets what he wants. This time, he wants me… My trip to London was the first lucky break I’ve had in years. It came at just the right time, allowing me to escape my sad reality for a bit. And the guy I met on the flight? Perfection. The short week we spent together was filled with raw, unbridled, and passionate nights. But it couldn’t last. I’m a single mom with a troubled past and a shady ex. Romance just isn’t in the cards for me. Which is why I walked away from Jim and didn’t look back. That was before I landed my new job. Before I met the boss. Before I discovered that Mr. James Mitchell, CEO, was my Jim—my unforgettable Jim from our week together in England. Judging by the smile on his face when he sees me, he remembers everything. And now he wants more. He wants me. The timing is terrible. My life’s a mess, and I just know my ex will do something to ruin me. Again. But none of that matters when I’m in Jim’s arms. So, what are the odds that I’m finally due for my very own happily ever after? With my luck? Not bloody likely.