Novels by Eri

****The church doors opened an hour later, and the bridesmaids, one by one, glided down the aisle toward the pulpit. The place was filled with family, friends, well-wishers, and majorly paparazzi. It was set to be the wedding of the year.Faces blurred. Whispers blended. The music swelled as Sarah moved down the aisle. She gave Kristen, who sat on one of the pews towards the back, a watery smile of appreciation for a job well done with the dresses. It was returned with a thumbs-up.At the front of the church, she locked on her aunt's, Mrs. Rodriguez's, reassuring smile and let it steady her as she floated towards one of the two spaces beside her. When she took her place, she could finally relax and return her smile too.Then the traditional wedding march began to play and the doors at the back of the sanctuary opened again.Amelia filled the opening, looking radiant in her lacy white gown and matching veil. She was escorted by her father, who look

“You are the only straight female in the whole world not affected by this hotness,” Sarah grumbled. “Have you seen how sickeningly hot he looks on the covers of magazines? There should be a law prohibiting him from going anywhere wearing clothes. Not only is he hot, but he’s rich as hell. There’s an article online about the latest vacation home he bought. It’s this sprawling estate in Kensington, London. It cost him thirty-eight million dollars.” “Good for him.” Amelia deadpanned. “Why are we having this discussion again?” “Because you're getting married to the man in the forty minutes, and you need to know what properties you're entitled to. Knowing you, this marriage would eventually end in the bottomless valley of divorce. You're only entitled to assets acquired during the marriage. Most people believe that he bought the place for you, though, but you'll need documents to lay claim to it. Others believe it's probably where you'll be spending your honeymoon, but I'

The moment the elevator to Zaki's penthouse suite slide open after his long day of photoshoot, a frown framed his handsome face when he saw that his front door stood ajar. He stepped out and covered the short distance to the door, moving cautiously as he did. He knocked. “Freya?” The place was dark, and he heard a noise, but it wasn’t an acknowledgment. He stepped in, still proceeding with caution until he flipped on the lights and reeled with shock. “What the hell?” he exclaimed. His central hallway looked like it had been the site of a ticker-tape parade with a dash of something extra. The glossy hardwood floor was littered with scraps of paper and pieces of broken glasses. Moving past that chaos, he marched to his living room and froze. His 82 inches smart TV had been destroyed with a baseball bat, leather chairs had been ripped open with a kitchen knife which still stuck to the bottom of one of the three overturned chairs in the room, and more pape

¶ Zaki needed a drink—or ten. He’d been holed up in the executive waiting room of Liam & Cadwell--a celebrity-owned industrial loft where the best engagement pictures in Hollywood were taken--waiting, for his supposed fiancée who was running a whole hour late. He'd pushed back meetings, postponed some, and canceled others, just so he could make it on time. It irked him that the spoiled-rotten brat that was being foisted on him as a bride, couldn't return the courtesy by being on time. “Mr. Omidyar, once again, if you require anything, do let me know sir.” The impish twist of the waitress’s lips and the direct way she eyed him said she was offering more than a drink to ease his waiting. He declined her offers with a dismissive shake of his proud head. Since he arrived, she'd been trying to get him to look past her face and down to her boobs which were almost rolling out of the white short-sleeved shirt she was wearing. He took a glance

She glanced out of the window and then back at her silver watch.He was late.Amelia was grouchy in a bridal shop. Arms and legs crossed as she sipped champagne and glared at everyone who paraded a white gown her way--her mom and cousin inclusive.She was wearing a black bubble Salvatore Ferragamo gown, her hair was in an upbraided bun and her face was makeup-free.Everything happening around her infuriated her. From the dresses to the people to the wedding setting of the room to the champagne flute they'd offered her. Her little plan to obliterate the arrangement by being on her worst behavior during the introductory dinner hadn't yielded any fruit. Both families had proceeded with preparations without proper consent from her.“The ceremony is slated for the 30th.” Her mom had said the next morning. “All you have to do is show up.”To make matters worse, news of the wedding had been leaked to

“The date isn't changing, Zaki.” Ali Omidyar's voice had a note of finality to it as he took a sip from his cup of coffee. Both men, dressed in black suits and ties were currently in a closed-door meeting at Omidyar Oil & Gas. One of the many companies that made up the Omidyar group of companies, both in America and Iran. Zaki had his head in his hands as he stared down at his desk. If he was being honest, he knew there was no way he could get of this arrangement. He'd been foolish enough to promise his dying grandfather that he would marry Amelia, and now that promise hung on his head like a death sentence. And how couldn't he? The man had given him everything he'd ever needed growing up, and never asked anything in return, till now. This was the only request he ever made till his passing. Fulfilling his wishes was more of a matter of honor to Zaki. A matter of respect. “Knowing you, I expect nothing less.” He took a sip of his whiskey. “It