検索キーワード： 著者 "Sky Corgan" すべてのカテゴリー

When I arrive to board my sister's wedding cruise and she tells me my ex is going to be there, I know I need to take drastic action. I can’t spend three days alone on a boat with that psychotic, traitorous woman. But a red-haired beauty boarding the ship catches my eye. I make her an offer she can’t refuse. She accepts my proposal and my money. Three days should have been the end of it. But I don’t want our relationship to be fake. Not after getting to know her and the connection we share. I need her in my life permanently. I want to make my fake fiancée the real thing.

Fynn: I caught the silhouette of a woman out of the corner of my eye when I was carrying out an execution. She could have been a spy, so I had no choice but to follow her. When I cornered her in an abandoned house, I knew I had to have her. Anya: I'm just trying to survive this bloody war. When I heard men's voices on the other side of the fence, I couldn't help but be curious. The sound of gunshots sent me scurrying back to my camp. I never expected to be followed.

Never in a million years did I imagine that I’d be selected for this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Now I’m being whisked away to a private island to spend a week alone with world-renowned painter Chandler Lexington. He’s gorgeous and mysterious and eccentric. I thought he was just going to paint me, but every seductive glance has a secret hidden intention behind it, and I’m beginning to think that this is about more than creating art.

Xan Sanderlin is a complete pervert - a sinfully handsome pervert with an amazing body that he likes to tempt me with. I'm convinced that he's the devil incarnate. He threatens to fire me if I don't obey his every command. He punishes me for things that no rational woman would endure. And despite all my resolve to remain pure, I'm starting to cave.

New Year's resolutions are for the birds. Lose weight. Get a promotion. Poppycock. I have a better one. Be just like a dude. I'm tired of being used up and spit out. Having guys make me believe that they really like me only to let me down. It's my turn to use them as my plaything. At least...that's what I had told myself. Then I met Matt. My first victim. He was just another rich jerk that wanted to show me a good time for the night then disappear the next day. Except...he kept calling me afterward.