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

Rafe knows exactly what he wants for Christmas. But there are things even billionaires can't buy. While she’s madly in love with her fiancé, Hope needs time to adjust to her new life and Rafe’s sexy demands. He wants more than her hand in marriage and a baby, he wants her to face her greatest fears. Hope's not sure she's courageous enough to give him what he really wants for Christmas.

When the popular skateboarding punk at my high school discovers that I write dirty romance books, he promises to tell the entire school and ruin my life if I don’t do everything he wants of me. Desperate to make it through the rest of senior year unseen, I reluctantly go along with it.

Rafe Sterling does not want a wife. Too bad it's the one thing he desperately needs. His father ran off with a woman half his age, and Rafe can't become permanent CEO of Sterling Worldwide unless he's married. When he’s ambushed by the competent matchmaker, he’s captivated by her intelligence and seductive innocence. All of a sudden, he is thinking about a future and having her under his complete and total command.

Separated from her children, Raine guards her sleeping dragon lover at the top of the world. Although Hel continues to threaten Raine in her dreams, training with the strange phantasm, Sentinel, seems to keep the Goddess at bay.

Two years have passed since the fateful battle in the Underworld. The mythic warrior Raine and her dragon lover, Talan’alaith’illaria, have settled down to a life of domestic bliss. The peoples of Arianthem enjoy a peace unknown for centuries. A storm brews in the Underworld, however, as the Goddess Hel fumes in her realm.

Lily Grantham has always done what she’s been told. The daughter of a senator, she grew up as the good girl of Fawn Hill, and carried that torch right on through to adulthood. Her only wild streak? Bowen Nash. She loved that boy since the day they laid eyes on each other, and it nearly ended them both. A decade later, and Lily still can’t move on, even if Bowen has made it clear he doesn’t love her anymore.

Presley McDaniel lives her life from moment to moment. Making permanent decisions means obligation, and that would force her to stop being the family disappointment. Waitress, fitness instructor, dog walker…you name the hourly job and she’s probably held the position. But when her grandmother can no longer run her book shop in Fawn Hill, a town so small it barely has its own zip code, Presley steps up to help.

When an irresistible profile leads to a tantalizing proposal, Chastity's long-kept innocence is finally unraveled. But when the irresistible force of her purity crashes against the immovable object of not one but three hard-bodied roommates? Deciding who gets to end up with her seems an impossible decision.

Colt Holliday has the power of a god, and he's learning to control it. But that means gathering women to forge runes of power that give both him and his wives power undreamed of by mortal men.

John Devonte now calls Vismuth home, and he’s not willing to let it go so easily. He’s armed with his beautiful Wargear women, and the blood of the True Dragon flows through his veins. But will his newfound power be enough? Or will John and his women find their beloved town ravished—or worse, will the bond between them be torn asunder?

Loving her was like breathing air—it was hard to live without. Journey Smith was quiet and guarded, and above all else, beautiful. When we were alone, I grew to know the girl behind the stormy eyes. Her hesitant touches and hidden smiles were reserved for me, but now they're gone. Stolen moments of happiness were replaced with sharp barbs and fiery glares concealing her fear. Our past was written in the stone of St. Mary’s—a past that I was not willing to repeat. But what I assumed to be the truth was nothing more than a fabrication of such.

Renzo Marchesi gives me two choices when he walks into my art gallery: help him find his brother's killer or suffer the consequences. He's a mafia prince.... Heir to the Marchesi throne. A man consumed by his demons. Beautiful. Ruthless. I don't belong in his world, and he doesn't belong in mine. Still, I'm not the spoiled politician's daughter he thinks I am.... This is the City of Thieves, where lies are hard currency and deception is the real art. Trust no one. Love no one. Too bad I don't follow my own rules....

Colt Holliday knows all too well how life can sometimes just piss you off, but he’s learned to control his anger issues. Or so he thinks. When an ancient god takes over his soul, Colt is faced with a rage unlike any other. Now when he gets mad, he hits like a category 5 hurricane after too many shots of Patrón. Colt soon finds himself in an insane world of mythical creatures—vampires, werewolves, and demons—hiding among humans.

John Devonte looked to the outskirts of the Draconic Empire for refuge. After adventuring for the past two decades–hunting monsters and collecting coin–he thought the town of Vismuth would provide some solace. Except what he discovered there was the beginning of the end. The Deadlands have come to life, and out of them pour bestial creatures that will devour all in their path. Luckily for John, he’s discovered that he’s a True Dragon. Not only that, but he can use the magic of Soul Gems, and with them, create his Wargear out of the beautiful women who fight alongside him.

Santi Carrera is the war I never saw coming. A beautiful liar. Ruthless. Captivating.... The architect of my own undoing. He twisted my loyalty into an ultimatum. He chained me to his side with a vow of deceit. I should despise him for all he’s done to me.... But behind those dark eyes, I see his pain. I recognize his conflict because it’s ours to share.

Raine has been captured by the Goddess of the Underworld, and her fate is exactly as she feared. The curse of the Arlanians, their intense sexual desirability and uncontrolled physical response, plays against her as Hel demands that she share her bed. But it is not Hel’s mistreatment of her that distresses Raine the most. Rather, it is the curious deference with which the Goddess treats her that fills her with dread.

Skye is reunited with her friends and lovers in the Ha’kan, but the shadow of the sorceress looms over her. Even as her magical power increases, she knows she is no match for the woman who seeks vengeance for her great-grandfather’s infidelity. But Skye is no longer a child, and her years with the highly sexual Ha’kan have taught her a few things as she considers an entirely new way of dealing with her nemesis. As the Second Great War threatens, it is uncertain if the Alliance will hold. The Goddess of the Underworld stirs, having waited centuries for this moment.

We couldn’t have been more opposite. I was molded to break the rules. My life was seeded in corruption at St. Mary's Boarding School. Fate brought us together, and we formed a plan. I gave her that taste of rebellion, and she became mine. She was my kryptonite. I was her escape, and her trust was in me.

Mason Hill’s empire is up in flames. He built Phoenix Enterprises from the ground up. Now it’s under siege. He protected his family from the moment his parents died. Now their family tragedy is being dragged through the press. His plans for revenge have brought him to his knees. Charlotte Van Kempt faces heartbreaking betrayal. She fought to keep her family’s company afloat after devastating financial losses, even using her own body as collateral. In repayment, her parents ruined her to regain control of Van Kempt Industries.

We were from two completely different worlds: I was molded to follow the rules; I was the good girl living the sheltered life at St. Mary's Boarding School. But fate brought us together. Somewhere along the way, following the rules became a choice. The lines became blurred, and I was given a taste of rebellion in a package of wild blue eyes and hot, lingering touches. Our plan was set. I would escape St. Mary's, and he would stay. Isaiah warned me that we'd go up in flames if we veered from our plan. Except there was no we about it. Isaiah Underwood let me fall right into the ashes.