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Leaving the UK to start over in New York City seemed like a great idea in theory. But raising a child by myself has not exactly been a walk in the park, and this move has proven to be a challenge like no other. The last thing I need is this infatuation that I can't seem to get over. Abigail Lyons is nineteen years younger than me, way too pretty for her own good, and has made it clear in no uncertain terms that she hates my guts.

I go for my son. A lie, whispered to God and myself every Friday as I lead Quasimodo from the sanctuary of Notre Dame to the sin of the street faire. I go for his smile, for his enjoyment. More lies. I go for her: The Embermage. She is temptation. She is forbidden. She is sin—yet one I cannot resist. Her fire calls to a darkness deep within me, stirring feelings and urges that must remain buried. For months, I've watched from the safety of the crowd: to look, but to never, ever touch. Until one night, when I get far too close. She perceives me, beckons to me...

Good girl. I am good. I’m good at my job, running my company, and making a filthy amount of money. But when a tattooed, dark-haired stranger a decade younger than me whispers Good Girl in my ear—I don’t want to be good anymore. Behind closed doors, Salt shows me things I’ve never experienced. He holds me captive with his burning touch and fevered demands of submission. He brings me to my knees and makes me yearn to stay there forever, even as the clock ticks… Everyone says what we’re doing is sinful. That a woman like me shouldn’t have desires like this.

Waking up in Hell is the least of Felicia's problems… she thinks. Without a single memory of anything before that moment, she finds herself already claimed by a horrific devil. Lucky for her, she’s saved by a ragtag crew of rogue demons: A streetwise pervert, A titan of a woman, A gun-toting jarhead, A sleek, foxlike ninja, And their dark, mysterious leader.

Aljona Pawlowna Damilowna ist die Tochter eines russischen Mafiaoberhauptes, der sie vor fünfundzwanzig Jahren nach Deutschland zu ihrer Großmutter abgeschoben hat, um sie durch einen Jungen zu ersetzen. Doch ein Abkommen zwingt Lena dazu, jährlich in ihr Elternhaus zurückzukehren. Als sie ungeplant zurück nach Weliki Nowgorod muss und das letzte Taxi vor dem herannahenden Schneesturm zu dem Anwesen nehmen will, steigt ein scheinbar Fremder ein, der nicht nur unverschämt attraktiv ist, sondern auch ein Feuer in ihr entfacht, mit dem sie nicht gerechnet hat.

Nate has always been the anchor: strong, steady, and endlessly supportive. But even the strongest rock can crack under pressure. A soulless corporation threatens to destroy a historic landmark he’s sworn to protect, and the weight of responsibility becomes a crushing burden. The quiet rage and helplessness are eating him alive, and for the first time, he feels like he's failing. In a moment of desperate vulnerability, he makes a request that shocks them both. He doesn't want comfort or advice. He wants to surrender.

Ken inherits his uncle's gold ring, and doesn't give it a second thought. However, when a spirit within the ring begins to offer illicit possibilities, the power to persuade any woman to do whatsoever he desires, the 18 year old must make a choice...... but does he understand the price he could pay?

After Officer Jennifer Frey, their unwitting cop-accomplice, reveals a gruesome murder that took place hours before they arrived back in Norway, the peculiar couple must figure out who is hunting them, and why. They are losing the race against time; nearly every day reveals another body, a sacrifice in a bloody ritual to the unknown. The only clue, a poem—more a threat—and the depiction of a serpent in the gore.

When forty-year-old Shane’s wife leaves him, he thinks his life is over. He moves to the country to be a hermit for a couple of years. No social ties, he has plenty of time to workout and make his body incredible. One night, he goes out and meets Tanya. He thinks she might be fun for a while. But Tanya will provide so much more. She has six adult daughters who like older men with muscles.

The moon corruption has slowed, but is ever on the forethought of Vila Del'Sor's mind as she battles her way through corrupted Deep Ones, brutal training with Taragin Echilar, and Oceanid revolutions just on the horizon. With the world slowly turning to ruin, Vila must find a way through her growing reliance on Deep One's Blood and navigate her complicated relationship with Arturian Tempé as they press ever closer to the truth of the celestial incursion.

Alles, was ich jemals kannte, war eine Lüge. Also wurde ich ebenfalls zu einer … Die Mitglieder des Ofidios-Kartells könnten sich nicht weiter voneinander entfernt haben. Lügen und Intrigen beherrschen den Alltag, sodass niemand mehr weiß, wem er noch trauen kann. Araceli verweigert sich ihren Entführern gänzlich, immerhin hat sie allen Grund, diese Männer abgrundtief zu hassen. Wren gerät ins Straucheln. Was, wenn es letztendlich doch ein Fehler war, Verrat an dieser einen Frau zu begehen, die seit Jahren die erste ist, die zu ihm durchdringen konnte?

Tabby and Nate only planned on drinks and teasing glances—but when they meet Brent and Alyssa, the energy shifts. What starts with cocktails turns into a wild night of passion, where Tabby becomes the center of attention... and no fantasy is off-limits. In a high-rise hotel suite overlooking the city, two couples push boundaries, share secrets, and surrender to pleasure. Tabby takes control—and then gives it all up—as she rocks their world in this pulse-pounding, sweat-soaked night of no-holds-barred fun.

It’s the best time of the year in the mountain village I call home, known for its Krampus lore and festive enthusiasm during the holidays. From the outside looking in, my life is perfect. I live in a winter wonderland, I’m engaged to the town’s beloved “honied ham man” and I run the town’s most precious flower shop. No one would ever know my fiancé is an abusive psychopath who’s threatened to kill me if I ever try to leave him. It’s a secret I’ve always kept hidden, my burden to bear. The only person who sees right through the mask I wear is my Christmas tree vendor. He follows me, watches me.

Un livreur de pizzas, un fleuriste black expert en plantes à bulbes, deux jumeaux en embuscade près de La Rochelle, un adepte de handisport en fauteuil roulant, etc., sans oublier une version de la Bible revue et corrigée (« Au jardin d’Eden »), bref, homoérotisme, fantaisie et style sont au rendez-vous de ce recueil de 13 Nouvelles arc-en-ciel à lire d’une seule main.

I have depraved thoughts about their father. I've done dirty things with his stepson. I loved him watching me with his other son. I need them all at once. Forgive me, Father, for I long to sin. Not only with them, but their Daddy, too. Getting snowed in with three alpha males could have gone badly, but when the power goes out and the only way to keep warm is with body heat, what's a good girl to do?

Once the shadows of magic enter a mortal’s life, they never really leave. Alex learned that from the moment he met Rachel and Lorelei, but he fell for them anyway. Months later, Alex copes with supernatural chaos by grounding himself in ordinary things and daily life. Most days, he’s even happy.

For the first time in years, I'm allowing myself to believe in more than just survival. Adrian, Theo, and Kenji give me hope—a glimmer of possibility that I can move forward, that maybe, just maybe, I deserve happiness. But Rolling Hills is changing, and not for the better. Strange things are happening—more zombies, things going missing, more deaths—and I can't help but wonder if the peace we've built is about to crumble.

The alpha who bit me tells me I'm an omega, and the sudden cherry pie à la mode perfume wafting off me seems to confirm his assertion. But things like this don't happen to girls like me. The one in a million chance at being a late-presenting omega should go to someone else. Not me, a beta who spent years of my childhood being sick. Not me, the girl who historically is only good enough for a one-night stand.

Returning to Midtown Memorial Hospital was never part of my plan. But now that I’m back in Atlanta, I’m determined to show everyone that I’ve grown. That I’ve changed. That I’m not the same self-absorbed playboy they remember. So I start with my ex-best friend, Parker Winters, expecting him to be the hardest shell to crack. But I’m wrong. Winning him over is easy compared to the one person who has always seen right through me—his youngest sister.

My name is Nia Washington. I'm a submissive. And I am tired. I'm tired of men that claim to be a Dominant, but have no clue what it really means. I'm tired of men playing a part they saw on TV or read in a book, and using it to get what they want out of a woman before leaving her high and dry. I'm tired of men who don't know a single thing about boundaries, and I'm tired of them using BDSM as an excuse to abuse women. I'm tired of men that can't even take care of themselves, but claim to be able to take care of a submissive. I am so tired.