kiara fried phoenix

My name is Rayna Giancarlo and I’m many things. I’m an abused daughter, the school ridicule, the abused fiancée, the vengeful daughter, the bitter niece, the runaway wife. But not for much longer. I won’t always be a victim. Soon I’ll rise up from the flames like a Phoenix and then I’ll burn everyone who had ever wronged me to ashes.

Their rivalry was fierce, until passion broke through the ice. **** Aspen Jackson, captain of the Phoenix Frost and king of the ice, has one goal: making it to the NHL. Hockey is his everything, and he’ll do whatever it takes to stay on track, keep his scholarship, and secure his future. Nothing, and no one, will stand in his way. Enter Kelly Blackwell, his rival since junior hockey and the one player who can always get under his skin. When a trade lands them at the same college, their on-ice feud reaches a dangerous boiling point. With the Frozen Four on the line, their battle of wills spirals into a game of dirty tricks and mind games, each determined to see the other fail. But when Aspen stumbles upon a secret that Kelly’s been hiding, he seizes the chance to turn their rivalry into an advantage—both on and off the ice. Yet the more he pushes, the more their legendary animosity melts into something neither of them expected: an attraction that could ruin them both. With dreams of the NHL and their reputations on the line, Aspen and Kelly must decide—will winning cost them everything, or will their forbidden connection become the ultimate game-changer?

Lawrence Hale has been Julia Ware's assistant and lover for seven years, but she's now getting engaged to someone else. She calls off their engagement during an auction, and he thinks she wants to propose to him. It's only when a face that looks almost identical to him shows up that he realizes he's never been more than a replacement.

“Please stop, you're drunk,” I whispered, my voice trembling as I tried to push him off. His body was heavy against mine, his movements sluggish but persistent. He barely heard me. “How old are you?” he murmured, his voice thick with alcohol. “18,” I gasped, heart racing in a mix of fear and confusion. “Then you're already an adult” he said with a low chuckle, as though that settled everything. I should’ve stopped it. I should’ve left. But I didn't have the strength to argue, didn't have the will to stop him. He moved against me again, and that's when I felt something cold touch the most intimate part of me…. I woke up alone in a dimly lit room. He was still there, his back turned to me, but his face-his identity-was still hidden behind the mask. I glanced down at his left shoulder. A Phoenix tattoo. Bold. Intriguing. But then, I didn't hesitate. I grabbed my things and ran, my heart racing as I left the room without another word. It was supposed to be just a night. One meant to be forgotten. And that's exactly what I intended to do. I didn't know his name. I didn't even know his face. It was a night meant to stay buried in the past. It was a night I promised myself I’d forget. But that promise broke when pregnancy came knocking.