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

The Irish Mafia used the Four Art Gallery to launder money. What's good enough for the mob was good enough for us. My organization has sworn to take down the criminal underground. The Greens reigned supreme over my beloved city, and it was time to burn them down. My job is to launder money for our operations, and gather intel. I was never supposed to be noticed. But then I marveled at a painting on the wall... a painting made by a true artist. A master of his craft. It made me gasp, "Who did this?"

The majority of my life has centered around one thing and one thing only. Hockey. Being the daughter of a player, I know the ins and outs of the sport. Including the hurt that can come with it. I've grown to hate it. That hate runs so deep that when a player steps into my life in a towel, I do everything I can to hate him too. After a few summer nights, though, it starts to become impossible.

I quit my job and flew to Colorado to hike a 500 mile trail. Yeah, I know. Stupid idea. Spraining my ankle on day seven was even dumber. Until I was rescued by a trio of chiseled mountain men. Now I’m recovering in a quaint mountain town. Just a week or two until I’m healthy enough to resume hiking. And how do I decide to spend my time? Falling for my three rugged rescuers.

When it comes to getting his hands on Gia, Dravin will literally do anything. He's after her, but he has a secret that no one outside the Order knows about. What will Gia do when she finds out? Give in to her desires, or be the sacrifice? Jess is fleeing from a dark past. Her inner demons may be dark, but they all have names. When she runs into members of the Order, they try to break her but they don't realize she is already broken. Reid and Valen are both dangerous, and sinful, and enjoy a challenge.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Spence swore he had a plan. He assured us he had everything under control. He promised we could trust him. What he forgot to mention? His so-called plan was actually an emotional bombshell with enough force behind it to destroy us all. Technically, his plan worked—my mother and stepfather have ended their campaign to convince me to be a living organ donor. But the emotional damage and mental load of his big announcement has created a ripple effect throughout our cohort.