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For the last two months, Brianna has discovered something she never thought she would again. Hope. After the horror of being Ian's slave for ten months, a fate she never imagined she'd escape, it feels as if she is living a dream. She has freedom she hadn't expected to have again, and she wakes up every morning not fearing what the day will bring. There is also Stephan. The man who saved her from the daily torture she had to endure at the hands of Ian and his friends.

As Brianna comes to terms with the realization that she is no longer a slave, she must figure out what she wants for her life. Forgetting her past isn't an option. It is an integral part of who she is now, and it will forever shape her view of life. The one thing she knows is that she cannot imagine her life without the man who saved her, but can she be what he needs? Stephan never imagined falling in love with the woman he rescued, but the thought of her no longer being part of his life is physically painful. The scars from her past continue to haunt her, and he is helpless to stop them.

Abandoned by their Dutch partner after giving up their home and their job to follow him to the Netherlands, humanities scholar Seasonal finds themself single in a strange place for the first time in a decade. Dipping into the rabbit hole of digital eroticism, Seasonal soon meets László, a male sub who volleys back their cerebral sexts and is seeking a dominant guide. His dating-app profile—a photo of Foucault and the ingenuous greeting “Hello, World?”—thinly veils his desire to be annihilated. 

The final installment of A Bed of Roses, join Stacey and the alpha male Donovan as they try to figure out what to do about their problems. Will they overcome them, or will the problems overcome them? If you love BDSM, millionaire romance, and sexual slavery, this series is for you!

He glanced at me and said "What's wrong, beautiful? Tell me." I finally gathered myself after that and answered him, "I missed you." He looked away from the road toward me, a little surprised. He probably did not expect me to say that. But he smiled at me. The look in his eyes had become more tender, and his facial expression softer.

I had finally found someone different, a special girl. I was sure that she was the one, and if I was going to marry anyone, it must be her. Stacey was the love of my life; it was crystal clear. I had found her special since the first day I saw her. I remember that day like it was yesterday. She was wearing a red dress, walking down the street with two bags of groceries.