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I’m the guy that smiles as I plan your downfall, laughs as you cry in pain, tells a joke as I read you your last rites, and howls as I send you to the hell you deserve. I’m the good guy, wrapped up in a warped, depraved package of sin, a savior destined for the depths of hell. My life is perfect. My friends are psychotic. Everything is how I like it: uncomplicated chaos—until her. She thought she could destroy me, ruin me in the worst way. The thing is, I love a challenge, and the only one getting destroyed in this twisted little game is her…in the best way.

Getting engaged wasn’t on my Santa list. I wanted cocoa, fuzzy socks, maybe eight hours of sleep. Not a fake fiancé with forearms that have their own fan base and a smile that ruins common sense. My grandmother’s will says: “engaged by New Year’s or lose the twelve-million-dollar trust.” So I do what any not-panicking, rational woman would: I proposition my coworker.

Er war der Bruder meiner besten Freundin und unausstehlich. Jetzt ist er mein Chef und auf einmal unwiderstehlich. Mein Leben war recht beschaulich in unserem schönen Dorf Val D'Issey, solange Tristan de Moreau nur der (viel zu attraktive) Bruder meiner besten Freundin war. Na gut, beschaulich war mein Leben nicht. Nicht seitdem ich das Haus meiner Familie geerbt habe und ständig darum kämpfen muss es zu erhalten.

Galina Olenko is the reason he was disgraced and exiled. He should hate her. But obsession is a twisted thing, and after a year in a Siberian prison, it’s only grown stronger. She is his greatest downfall. His deepest fixation. She should be nothing to him—but Vasiliyi has never been a man who lets go of what’s his.

Finn O’Reilly doesn’t follow rules. But even he knows you don’t hook up with the coach’s daughter. She was a one-night mistake he’d make a thousand times over. He knew she’d bolt. He just didn’t expect her to ghost him completely. And he definitely didn’t expect her to show up again…pregnant. Jessica Novak doesn’t lose control. Not in the boardroom. Not on the ice. And definitely not with a grinning, cocky forward who specializes in bad decisions and worse timing. But one night in Montreal, she let go—and let him in. Now he’s back in her orbit.

Man sagt, Gegensätze ziehen sich an, doch zwischen Julien und mir entfachte eine wahre Explosion. Camille Wir könnten unterschiedlicher nicht sein. Ich komme aus dem reichsten Gestüt des Landes, er ist ein Zimmermann auf Wanderschaft. Der Blick in seine smaragdgrünen Augen verrät mir, dass er mich hasst. Zu blöd, dass ich auf sein Wohlwollen angewiesen bin. Denn ich will die alte Bar des Dorfes erwerben. Das Herz und die Seele von Val d'Issey. Sie muss erhalten bleiben, bevor sie in die falschen Hände gerät. Und genau Julien Lemoine ist der rechtmäßige Erbe.

Yakov Gagarin was Bratva royalty. A ruthless tactician. A man built to destroy. Until the day it all went wrong—and the syndicate locked him in a cage. Dr. Mila Agapova is the one assigned to fix him. But Yakov doesn’t want fixing. He wants her. Sharp-tongued, unshakable, utterly off-limits—She’s everything he shouldn’t touch. But obsession doesn’t care about boundaries. And Yakov has never been a man who plays by the rules.

Finn Knowles–the rebel without a voice. That’s me. But just because I choose to keep quiet doesn’t mean there isn’t a raging fire burning inside. Still waters run deep, after all, and there’s a lot of secrets I’ve kept hidden from the world. Art has always been my escape from the evil that’s tried to drag me down. It was all I had. Until her. Effy Spencer is like nobody I’ve ever met, but everything I’ve ever wanted. In my dreams, I’m her whole world. In reality, I’m her worst nightmare.

They say the devil appears in many different forms. To the town of Sandland, his face was one of them. He was a rebel; a brawler, a bare-knuckle boxer that you’d cross the road to avoid if you saw him coming the other way. When he left our town, no one shed a tear, because Brandon Mathers was trouble and trouble followed him wherever he went. The night he disappeared, he left behind a lifetime of devastation for the rest of us to bear. He didn’t care. He enjoyed creating chaos and leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. But he was never going to stay hidden for long.

Some people are born in darkness. Some have darkness thrust upon them. Me? I was the darkness. Forged in the flames of my stepfather’s hatred, I learned from an early age that life was cruel, harsh, and unforgiving. This life would destroy you unless you stood up for yourself, took control, and fought back. I was always a fighter, but my soul remained charred from the fires that consumed me. My heart is an empty cavern filled with echoes of a life I’d never live. I'm branded with a vengeance that drove me to do for others what no one had ever done for me.

They are the boys your mother always warned you about. They’re every parent’s worst nightmare. Arrogant, cocky and self-assured. They used the town of Sandland like it was their own personal playground. They didn’t follow the rules; they made their own. Most girls were drawn to them like a moth to a flame, but Emily Winters wasn’t like most girls. She represented everything they despised. The only problem was she lived her life in a perfectly orchestrated smokescreen, and where there’s smoke, there’s usually fire.

There are three things that are certain in this life: death, taxes, and the fact that if I want something, I will get it...no matter what it takes. From the moment I laid eyes on Olivia Cooper, I knew she was mine. She didn’t agree, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me. She was all I thought about. She was my obsession. So, I watched. I studied. I toyed with her and I played my games. In her I’d found my perfect match, because she met every single one of my challenges with one of her own. She fought back and I loved it.

"Ich küsse ihre Schenkel immer wieder. Ihr Körper zittert, pulsiert und zuckt, während er meine Küsse genießt. Sie seufzt. Sie stöhnt. Ihr Atem wird tiefer und immer lustvoller..."Julie hat Geburtstag. Und ihr einziger Wunsch ist es, endlich einen Dreier mit zwei Männern zu haben. Die Vorstellung von zwei Männern gleichzeitig begehrt und verwöhnt zu werden, macht sie beinahe rasend. Sie freut sich als James und Julian zustimmen.

Found as a babe amidst the dead and dying in the wake of a great battle, raised as the beloved son of blacksmith and warrior Hagar Hammersmith, Logan always knew that he was different. And with curses and stares and sometimes with fists, the villagers of Solan Bay did their best to makes sure he would never forget it. But on that day, the day the slavers came to Solan Bay and left him for dead in a pool of his own blood, everything changed. Logan learned the truth of his existence, of his destiny.

She's the definition of don’t even think about it. Look up off-limits in the dictionary, and not only is her name there—it’s underlined, bolded, and signed by her dad. And yet, here I am. Kissing my coach’s daughter against a wall where anyone could see us. Easily the dumbest thing I’ve ever done. Starting a fight on the ice? Sure. Taking a slapshot to the ribs and playing through it? Not my brightest moment. But this? It’s the kind of mistake that could end me. And the craziest part? I’d do it again. Because if Sophie Novak is a mistake… She’s the only one I ever want to make.

Anaïs füllt die größten Musikhallen dieser Welt. Die Bühne ist ihr Zuhause, das Publikum ihr Dorf und die Crew ihre Familie. Bis ein schrecklicher Anschlag Anaïs zwingt, umgehend aus dem Rampenlicht zu verschwinden. Val d'Issey, ein beschauliches Dorf im Süden Frankreichs, ist ihr gewähltes Exil. Doch weder der romantische Ort, noch ihre neuen Freunde können ihr das geben, wonach sie sich so sehr sehnt: ihre Freiheit und ihre Musik. Verkleidet lässt sie sich auf ein Konzert in der lokalen Bar einschleusen.

One wild night gave me more than just regrets. Six years ago, I walked away from Igor Sokolov—New York’s most dangerous Bratva prince—and vowed never to look back. Or so I thought. Now, he’s found me. And worse, he’s discovered my biggest secret: our daughter. Igor doesn’t ask. He takes. With ruthless determination, he drags us back to New York, claiming it’s the only way to keep us safe. Safe from his enemies, maybe. But not from him. He’s possessive, demanding, and dangerously irresistible. And he’s made one thing crystal clear: I’m his.

Dmitri Sokolov doesn't lose control. Until his daughter’s nanny quits days before playoffs—and Erin O’Connor steps in to help. The Captain's baby sister. Too young. Too tempting. Too damn off-limits. But now she's in his home—close, distracting, and turning his world upside down.

They say when you die, your whole life plays over in your mind like a Hallmark movie. A rose-tinted reflection to remind you what a great life you've led. For me, that wasn't the case. There was no romantic, nostalgic ending for me. All I had was pain, darkness, and despair on the day I died, dragged by fire into the depths of hell. That's where I live now. A shadow of the man I used to be. A ghost living in my former life. Life goes on, but not for me. She burst into my world with her smile and her sledgehammer, ready to smash down my walls.

One, two, three, four... You want a fight, I'll bring a war. Five, six, seven, eight... I'll even use such pretty bait. Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, why... Did you leave me there to die?