検索キーワード： ナレーター "Connor Brown" すべてのカテゴリー

This isn't the first time I've imagined tearing Jenna's clothes off and reddening her ass with my belt, then pinning her to the bed and taking her so roughly she can't help screaming my name. But it's the first time it's about to really happen. Teaching my daughter's nineteen-year-old best friend all the ways a billionaire mobster can make a girl like her blush and beg and come would have been over the line even for me.

When Cronan captures the daughter of his greatest enemy, he plans to ransom her and change the fate of his clan. Though the young woman seems weak, he discovers a strength in her that he admires—and his body reacts to her in undeniable ways. When Cronan's anger and Ixiana's frustration ignite a new kind of fire, it could burn both his people and hers . . . or light the way to a brighter future.

I never thought I'd see the boy who broke my heart again, especially the day after I poured hot coffee over his cocky grin and threw him in the trash. I wish I'd scalded his actual face. Notorious bachelor Stone Williams shouldn't even qualify as an after-thought. Until he bursts into the childhood home he left behind—where I'm currently staying. A decade is a long time to be away from someone you once thought you knew better than you knew yourself. I

Clyde Dailyn is a Grell that knows his own mind, thank you very much! He wants absolutely nothing to do with a life mate, despite the restless loneliness that's keeping him awake. A mate means trusting another person and that is one thing he refuses to do. Hayward Grimes is an asexual former assassin that has lived long enough to know exactly what he wants in life - a life mate and a family. While he gets a head start on the family part of his future, a life mate may take some time.

It all started when I was six years old. I was homeless. They were held prisoner. I saved them. Even though it put me in the system. They believed we built an unbreakable bond forged by trauma. These beautiful, damaged boys saw me differently than the rest of the world. As much as I wished I could feel the same. I couldn't. These boys—men—had too much anger. Too much hate.