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Dee has always been good at wearing masks. Not letting anyone see the real her. She's content being the happy-go-lucky best friend. The strong willed boss. The independent woman who doesn't need a man. She's terrified that all it will take is one person to make all her carefully constructed walls crumble into fine dust. The second Beck sees Dee, he knows that she will be his. He sees past the gorgeous smiles and heart-stopping laughter.

Als Sam (24) kurzfristig für seinen Kumpel Billy als Kellner einspringt, ahnt er nicht, dass dieser Job alles verändern wird. Schon beim Betreten der riesigen Luxusyacht kommen ihm erste Zweifel. Als sich der Abend anders entwickelt als erwartet, flieht Sam in den Unterbauch des Schiffes. Sich in Sicherheit wiegend, bemerkt er zu spät, dass er nicht alleine ist. Plötzlich tritt ein Mann mit einer schwarzen Maske aus dem Schatten. Ehe Sam verschwinden kann, liegen raue Lippen auf seinem Mund. Ein Kuss, voll Hunger und Verlangen, weckt all seine verborgenen Sehnsüchte.

Darkness surrounds me. Who am I? I don’t remember anything. Every memory of my life is gone. I wake in a hospital not knowing my own name. I don’t know these people who claim to be my parents, but they take care of me, they show me pictures...and introduce me to my fiancé? I guess I was living a perfect life before my accident. I had it all, so I try to remember. I try to keep living my life, but I can’t shake the feeling that something is off. I’m noticing things that are not adding up. I’m catching people around me lying, and I know something is terribly wrong.

Jessica Holt's only goal is survival. Keep her sick mother alive. Hold her family together. Stay out of the Heights, where power and corruption rule. But one desperate choice changes everything. One trespass. One forbidden touch. One king who refuses to let her go. Kane Ravencourt isn't just anyone. He's Bleakmoor's heir, raised on money, secrets, and lies. He's the last person she should provoke. But she did. She stole from him. She tempted the hunter instead of running. And now, she'll pay the price. Because being noticed by Kane is dangerous. Being wanted by him is deadly.

My enemy is The Apocalypse Society: Three brothers, a hidden agenda, distorted masks, and minions who do their dirty work. They tried to kill the rabbit. They injured two of the men I love. They thought they could cut me down. Not only my life, but the lives of my four men, are now in danger. Time is running out. The rabbit is almost in their trap. The next time, they may succeed in killing me. Or worse, someone I love.

FBI Agent Devon Mitchell is trying everything he can to move on with his life...except he can't. After losing the one person he loved more than life itself, he struggles to carry on with the guilt and burden of letting her go. When a new assignment in his old hometown lands on his desk, he can't help but feel drawn to it. But this isn't a case he was assigned, but a secret undercover mission that could ruin his career if his cover is blown.

Sexsüchtig, in einem Trailerpark lebend, nicht wissend, was am nächsten Tag kommt. Das ist Kyrills Romanos Leben. Einst ein reicher Mafiaerbe. Jetzt ein Freigeist. Aber eigentlich ist er gar nicht so frei, denn seine Dämonen verfolgen ihn. Und sein dunkelster sieht aus wie ein Engel und hat blaue Augen. Deswegen darf er nicht lieben. Er darf sich nicht hinreißen lassen. Er muss die Finger von seinem Mitbewohner lassen.

Broken. Dead. Failure. That's what Jared felt every time he looked in the mirror. A man drowning himself in alcohol and loose women. That's what he had become. Then he met her: Isabella Vincenzo. Isabella wasn't a victim. She wasn't prey to the monsters that lurked in the dark - at least that's what she told herself. Trouble had found Isabella and, now, somewhere in the middle of the US, she was being kept. Hidden. Held against her will from the monsters. Little did she know: she traded one monster for another.

After losing her mother to cancer a few months prior to graduating, Bree Forbes was finally able to take some time away and enjoy her college days. That all changed in the blink of an eye the moment Bree came home for break. She didn't expect to find her dad strapped to a chair, a gun pointed at his head.

She thought her life had changed in the blink of an eye the moment she came home to see her father strapped to a chair, a gun being held to his head. It was my life that changed that day, not hers. The blood of my enemy ran through her veins, and no matter how much she wanted to save me, she never would have. I am a monster. I can't be saved. I would consume the world in a blaze of fire before my need for vengeance was ever fulfilled.

Her daddy owes me half a million dollars, but I'm taking her in instead. She's an innocent in this evil war, but I can't let her go.   

The bet was simple. You draw a name from the hat. That's the girl you have to seduce. The girl you have to make fall head over heels in love with you. It wasn't hard for him to do, in fact, it was something he did all the time. He was known for breaking hearts. Sex was just that, sex. And it didn't take him very long to get a woman on her back. And then he drew her name: Jules Peterson. His former best friend, first kiss, and first love. She shattered his heart into a million pieces three years ago. She left him right when he needed her most.

She was my ex-best friend's little sister. Shy, gorgeous as hell, and did I mention completely off-limits? Well, that is until she lands on my doorstep begging me for protection from my brother. She has no idea the kind of world she's walked into, or that I'm no better of a man then the one searching for her. But when she offers me her v-card - the last thing she has in exchange for protection - I can't deny such a tempting offer. She's everything I want, and everything I can never have.

They call me the mediator. The charming one who can stop a fight right in its tracks. Except, I don’t want to charm, or smile, or dance. I’m tired of society picking off my family one by one. It’s time to burn, to punish, to destroy. In order to take down the council once and for all, I need someone on the inside.

Niemand anders hatte dafür gesorgt, dass ich mich stark fühlte, obwohl ich schwach war. Kein anderer hatte mir das Lächeln geschenkt, das ich verloren hatte. Als Grace von ihrem Freund ausgerechnet an ihrem Geburtstag in den exklusiven BDSM-Club Pleasure and Pain geschleppt und verletzt wird...

Ich will sie glücklich machen, sie besitzen, an ihre Grenzen bringen. Dann gehört sie mir. Ein Mord im angesagten BDSM-Club Pleasure and Pain ruft Detective Eliana Wright auf den Plan. Sie ist fest entschlossen, den Mord aufzuklären - immerhin ist das Opfer ihre beste Freundin. Dabei braucht...

„Was soll das heißen, Sie haben mir das falsche Sperma gegeben?!“ Der Arzt versichert mir, dass er keine Scherze macht. Anstatt die Leihmutter meiner Schwester zu sein … … trage ich das Baby meines Chefs aus. Vor einigen Monaten erklärte ich mich bereit, die Leihmutterschaft für meine...

Wir fragen nicht, wir fordern. Wir lieben nicht, wir besitzen. Wir verhandeln nicht, wir töten. Bist du bereit, uns zu gehören? Bist du bereit, Russian Roulette mit uns zu spielen? In Hotelzimmer 66 ist sie meine verdorbene H*re, nicht sein perfektes Püppchen. Dort trägt sie meine roten Handabdrücke, nicht seinen Diamantring. In Hotelzimmer 66 benutze ich sie, nicht er. In Hotelzimmer 66 kniet sie für mich und tanzt kein Ballett. Ich wusste es, als ich sie das erste Mal sah. Sie ist anders. Hinter ihrem gebrochenen Lächeln brennt ein Feuer, das die Welt in Schutt und Asche legen könnte.

There was no doubt about it Helen Thompson loved her husband deeply. She had from the first moment she had met him nearly 15 years ago. He was a kind and gentle giant of a man, a good man. But oh my was he boring! All this was about to change when Helen saw a dangerously curious advert on Craigslist that seemed to promise a release from the monotony, the taste of excitement she craved so much.

Savannah Imagine my surprise when the chance to interview the country's most notorious man on death row lands on my table. His final confession. It's too good of an opportunity to turn down. Robbie Hammond is old enough to be my father, a man condemned for the murder of at least fourteen women...