Acclaimed author Jessie Mihalik returns with the thrilling conclusion to her Starlight’s Shadow trilogy. An intergalactic thief must join forces with the charming teleporter who stole her last job—and may now be her only hope for saving her former crew. As a recovery specialist, Lexi Bowen’s jobs typically require more trickery and thievery than honest work. Her former captain might not approve of her flexible morals, but stealing artifacts for rich assholes pays the bills, and Lexi’s had enough of war and death. The FHP left her to die once; she doesn’t plan to give them a chance to finish the job. Unfortunately, her latest contract takes her to Valovia itself—and right back into the orbit of Nilo Shoren, a Valovian teleporter who already cost her one payday and nearly stole her heart. Armored against his clever charm, Lexi plans to get in, get the job done, and get out. But when her former crew goes missing in Valovian space, Lexi will have to work with Nilo to figure out what happened—and stop it—before the galaxy’s two superpowers can use the disappearance as an excuse to return to war. Product DetailsISBN-13: 9780063051102 Media Type: Paperback Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers Publication Date: 06-20-2023 Pages: 432 Product Dimensions: 5.31(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.97(d) Series: Starlight's Shadow #3About the Author Jessie Mihalik has a degree in computer science and a love of all things geeky. A software engineer by trade, Jessie now writes full time from her home in Texas. When she’s not writing, she can be found playing co-op video games with her husband, trying out new board games, or reading books pulled from her overflowing bookshelves. Polaris Rising is her debut novel.
She never should have been there.She never should have seen what I did.They might chase her, but no one is taking her from me.Just let them try?Now nothing will stop me from protecting what's mine.She's everything to me. My soulmate. My one great love.I'll push her body to the edge?Then give her everything she desires.Mafia Heir is a Mafia Romance with a HEA and no cliffhanger. It contains EXTRA-STEAMY scenes that will make your toes curl and your granny blush. This is book one in The Mancinelli Brotherhood, a six-book series that'll keep you warm at night. | Author: Sabine Barclay | Publisher: Oliver-Heber Books | Publication Date: Mar 14, 2023 | Number of Pages: 460 pages | Language: English | Binding: Paperback | ISBN-10: 1648393888 | ISBN-13: 9781648393884
Will Chet give it to her tomorrow?
Adalyn Dawn possesses a heart made of gold that only dazzles in the light of those who truly deserve to see it. Giving her love to very few, she eventually comes to admire the youthful qualities in Zachary Blake. Perhaps it's his ruggedly charming looks or his New York-infused accent, but something about this quirky underdog captivates her.Two years down the road, a car accident sends Adalyn's vibrant world plunging into darkness. Reminisce with her as she experiences the most pivotal moments of their love story until the very last beat. Product DetailsISBN-13: 9781958626665 Media Type: Hardcover Publisher: Rynn Ely Publication Date: 12-01-2023 Pages: 400 Product Dimensions: 8.50h x 5.50w x 1.00d
The one man a stubborn private investigator can't handle is the only one who can save her life in this fan-favourite tale from New York Times bestselling author Lori FosterPI Celia Carter has learned the hard way that when it comes to men, her judgment is almost fatally flawed. Determined to bury the past and never repeat the same mistake again, she throws herself into an undercover assignment that might be the riskiest of her career.Dark, dangerous and hell-bent on seduction, Alec Sharpe has had Celia in his sights for a long time...but when she willingly puts herself in jeopardy, he knows it's time to take action. So he gives her two choices: back off the case, or accept his help to continue it. Either way, it's time for Celia to face the heat between them - but as their passion rages out of control, can he convince Celia to trust him before the enemy closes in?First published in 1999
Levi Where there's smoke there's fire, and hate can always turn into love. Lucy hates me. She especially hates how much I want her. And sweet h*ll do I want her. But she can't be bothered to even give me the time of day. I should give up the chase, but I can't. It's more than a spark between us. It's a bonfire. Fate rolls the dice and lands Lucy right where I want her. She needs my help, and I need her. One taste, and I'm lost. I'll do anything to have her and to hold her. To make her mine. Lucy Levi drives me crazy, and not the good kind of crazy. He's smoldering hot and so handsome, it's downright dangerous. A hotshot firefighter, he nearly sets me on fire whenever he's around. Perhaps it's an occupational hazard. He teases me every chance he gets and tempts me to let down my guard. I definitely don't need a man. But Levi's more than a man. He's a man on octane fuel--pure masculinity practically oozes from his pores. One night of weakness, and I tumble into his fire. It's more than desire. It's how I feel when I'm with him--safe and protected. I never want to let go. *This is a full-length standalone romance with a guaranteed happily-ever-after. | Author: J. H. Croix | Publisher: Frisky Fox Publishing, LLC | Publication Date: Aug 20, 2019 | Number of Pages: 238 pages | Language: English | Binding: Paperback | ISBN-10: 1951228340 | ISBN-13: 9781951228347
Juror Julie Ann Jones simply didn't expect the life on the line to be her own. Courtroom tension is running high during a scandal–packed murder case. As the trial heats up, a series of "accidents" begins targeting the jurors––especially Julie Ann. There are gunshots at her beauty salon. A prowler is spotted at her home. Through it all, fellow juror Smith Burnett gives her the courage to continue. But will she find the courage to give Smith her heart?
UNDER EDITING Her life is dedicated to saving lives His life is dedicated to taking lives She believes everyone deserves a second chance, He believes that only idiots give more than one chance. She believes life has a purpose, He doesnt believe in purpose. "You're crazy" I answered "You don't know half of it, ángel" This is the first book of the "Men of hatred" series. Dark romance
"What is a happy ending with a lesbian love story? Eternal possession? We want a frozen image of two people getting married?"
Title: The Henchmen of ZendaAuthor: K.J. CharlesPublished: May 15, 2018Publisher: Self-Published/KJC BooksCover Artist: Art by - Simoné Design By: LC ChaseGenr
She’s young, single and about to achieve her dream of creating incredible video games. But then life throws her a one-two punch: a popular streamer gives her first game a scathing review. Even worse, she finds out that same troublesome critic is now her new neighbor! A funny, sexy, and all-too-real story about gaming, memes, and social anxiety. Come for the plot, stay for the doggo. Product DetailsISBN-13: 9781952126628 Media Type: Hardcover Publisher: Rocketship Entertainment Publication Date: 06-13-2023 Pages: 204 Product Dimensions: 5.70(w) x 8.20(h) x 0.54(d) Series: Let's PlayAbout the Author Leeanne M. Krecic, also known to her fans as “Mongie“, is the creator of the Eisner-nominated and Amazon bestselling comic phenomenon Let’s Play. As a webcomic, Let’s Play has over 5 million global subscribers and is available in English, French, Spanish, and German through the webcomics platform, Webtoon. The graphic novel collections of Let’s Play are 2 of the top 30 all-time Kickstarters in the Comics category and are published by Rocketship Entertainment. Announced in 2021, Let’s Play is being adapted as a live action series by Allnighter (Final Fantasy, Luther Strode). In 2021, Leeanne was nominated for the Ringo Award for Best Cartoonist. With a degree in computer science, Leeanne worked as head of IT for an Internet-based company for eleven years, helping it become a multi-million dollar company, before deciding to pursue her dream of becoming a comic creator. Entirely self-taught, Leeanne has worked as a commissioned freelance artist for over eight years, creating concept art for tabletop games, and book covers. Leeanne resides in Kansas City with her husband, two dogs, two cats, and over a hundred fish.
What kind of man sells his daughter? Raven doesn’t believe in monsters. But when her father gives her to a stranger to pay off a debt, she knows the true face of evil.
Suzy is a control freak and has her life mapped out. She's content with the status quo, but her plan comes to a screeching halt when he enters her life and turns it upside down.
Nagi Yoroizuka, a twenty-seven-year old systems engineer at a software development company, is facing down her thirties with no sign of romance. She works hard at her job, but things never seem to go right. Then, when a series of mishaps leaves her at her lowest point yet, a childhood friend reappears to offer her a hand. Not only is this genius engineer warm hearted and good looking, but he also gets along great with her! There's just one problem: She's only ever seen him as a friend, while he's been hiding his feelings for her their whole lives. But even if she's willing to give him a chance, will trauma from her past prove too much to overcome? Product DetailsISBN-13: 9781975362416 Media Type: Hardcover Publisher: Yen Press Publication Date: 05-23-2023 Pages: 256 Product Dimensions: 5.00(w) x 7.60(h) x 1.10(d) Age Range: 13 - 18 Years
Your one stop shop for Link Neal one shots. Contains sexual scenes (literally, that's all it is. No fluff in sight. Unless you ask, maybe...), and curse words. If you have a prompt or idea for a chapter, hit me up in the comments.
FROM THE “MUST-READ AUTHOR” (ROMANCE JUNKIES) OF LETTING GO—THE NEW NOVEL IN HER SURRENDER TRILOGY. In her sensational Breathless Trilogy, New York Times bestselling author Maya Banks tested the boundaries of desire. In her new trilogy, there’s only one thing left to do: cross them. Now, the story continues as one woman, haunted by the shadows of the past, explores the possibilities of a new beginning in ways she never could have imagined… Kylie sees the way Jensen looks at her. The dark promise in his eyes. That rough edge of dominance she knows he possesses. But dominance is the one thing that frightens her above all else. She and her brother barely survived a childhood steeped in violence and abuse. She could never give up total control and submit to a man. Especially a man like Jensen. Could she? Jensen sees the shadows in Kylie’s eyes. Knows he has to tread very carefully or risk losing any chance he has with her. All he wants is the opportunity to show her that dominance doesn’t equal pain, bondage or discipline. That emotional surrender is the most powerful of all, and that to submit fully to him will fulfill the aching void in her heart in a way nothing else ever will. Product DetailsISBN-13: 9780425272961 Media Type: Paperback Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group Publication Date: 05-06-2014 Pages: 304 Product Dimensions: 5.40(w) x 8.10(h) x 1.00(d) Age Range: 18 Years Series: Surrender Trilogy #2About the Author Maya Banks is the USA Today and New York Times bestselling author of the Breathless Trilogy, the KGI novels, and the Sweet series. Her chart toppers have included erotic romance, romantic suspense, contemporary romance and Scottish historical romance. She lives in the South with her husband and three children and other assorted babies, such as her two Bengal kitties and a calico who’s been with her as long as her youngest child. She’s an avid reader of romance and loves to dish books with her fans and anyone else who’ll listen!Read an Excerpt Read an Excerpt One “You look like hell,” Jensen Tucker said bluntly from the doorway of Kylie Breckenridge’s office. Kylie shot him a look that would have withered a lesser man. But Jensen was frustratingly unaffected by her icy demeanor around him. He acted as if he didn’t have a clue that he bugged the shit out of her. But no, she imagined he knew exactly how much he bothered her, and he just chose to ignore it. Stubborn, impossible, completely overbearing man. Precisely the kind of man she avoided at all costs. Only he was her boss. That put another sour expression on her face. Carson had been her boss, he and Dash. And then when her brother had died three years ago, Dash had become her only boss and she had liked it that way. Jensen should hire his own damn personal assistant, but he seemed perfectly content to dump his workload on Kylie and annoy the piss out of her in the process. “Gee, thanks,” she said in a tone to match her glare. “Nice to know I pass muster around here.” Jensen strolled into her office, uninvited. But then he’d never come in here if he waited for an invitation. Kylie had made it clear she didn’t want him anywhere near her. Another thing he chose to ignore. He took a seat in one of the chairs in front of her desk, and she made a mental note to get rid of them. They were unnecessary. Jensen and Dash did all the entertaining of their clients. There wasn’t a need for anyone to ever enter her office. She did her job quietly and efficiently, never drawing attention to herself. Only for some reason, Jensen seemed determined to invade her personal space. A fact that had increasingly frustrated her in the weeks since he’d joined Dash in their consulting firm. “You aren’t sleeping,” he said in that same straightforward tone he’d used to tell her she looked like hell. His gaze penetrated her, raking over her features, and she knew what he saw. What she saw in the mirror every morning. Eyes haunted with the past. Deep shadows seemingly permanently etched underneath her eyes. She knew what she looked like. She didn’t need this arrogant asshole to point it out to her. “I wasn’t aware that my appearance or sleep habits in any way interfered with my duties here.” Her sarcasm was wasted because Jensen just let it roll off him, much like he did everything else. Never once had she seen him express any sort of emotion. He didn’t get upset or angry but neither had she ever seen him express happiness or excitement. Nothing but that steady gaze that saw too much. Peeling back the layers of her skin—and her mind. She hated it. She felt like a bug under a microscope. She wouldn’t put it past him to know when she went to the damn bathroom. He was a man who nothing escaped his notice. He was quiet, observant. He stood back and observed others. It suited him well for the career he’d chosen. But it discomfited her. He could save his scrutiny for the consulting jobs he and Dash took on. Those companies needed his unbiased and discerning eye. She sure as hell didn’t need it or want it. “You do a damn fine job, Kylie. I don’t believe I’ve ever given you reason to doubt my confidence in your abilities. If I have, then I apologize. Dash and I would certainly be lost without you.” She blinked in surprise over the unexpected praise, and unwanted color washed into her cheeks, warming her skin. She didn’t want to acknowledge the brief surge of pleasure his veiled compliment had brought. “When was the last time you slept?” he asked pointedly, still staring at her, studying intently. “Last night,” she said lightly. “Just like I do every night.” “Bullshit.” Her eyes widened at the growl in his voice. “If you’re even getting a few hours of sleep I’d find that hard to believe. Why don’t you take some time off? Go somewhere. Relax. Take a vacation. Dash says you’ve never once taken off. Only when Carson died.” Kylie flinched, unable to temper the surge of grief that hit her square in the chest. “You can say it,” Jensen said in an almost brutal tone. “He’s dead, Kylie. Joss has moved on so why can’t you?” She slapped her palms down on her desk and stood, staring him down, not giving a single inch. “He was my family,” she hissed. “My only family. He was all I had left in the world. He was the only person who loved me, who protected me, and now he’s gone. If you think I can just blithely forget that and go on about my life like his death didn’t affect me you can go to hell.” “There. Finally some emotion, Kylie. Even if you’re spitting mad. But at least you’re not acting like some goddamn robot working on autopilot. Would it kill you to be human like the rest of us? Shit happens. You deal with it, pick up the pieces and move on. Just like everyone else in the human race. You aren’t special. You aren’t the only person who’s had a shitty past and who’s lost someone they love.” Fury clouded her vision making the room go hazy. Anger tightened every one of her features and for a moment she was paralyzed, unable to respond around the knot in her throat choking her. “How dare you?” she raged. “Who the hell are you to judge me? You don’t know a goddamn thing about me. Get the hell out of my office and don’t come back. If you want or need something, you can damn well email me, call me or text. But do not come back into my office.” He didn’t react to her outburst. To her astonishment, a faint smile glimmered on his lips. Show More What People are Saying What People are Saying About This From the Publisher Praise for the novels of Maya Banks “Incredibly awesome…I love Maya Banks and I love her books.”—Jaci Burton, New York Times bestselling author “Maya Banks writes the kind of books I love to read!”—Lora Leigh, #1 New York Times bestselling author “Maya Banks…really dragged me through the gamut of emotions. From…‘is it hot in here?’ to ‘oh my god’…I’m ready for the next ride now!”—USA Today “[A] one-two punch of entertainment that will leave readers eager for the next book.”—Publishers Weekly “For those who like it naughty, dirty and do-me-on-the-desk hawt!”—Examiner.com “A cross between the Bared to You or Fifty Shades series and the Wicked Lovers series by Shayla Black.”—Book Savvy Babe “Hot enough to make even the coolest reader sweat!”—Fresh Fiction “You’ll be on the edge of your seat with this one.”—Night Owl Reviews “Definitely a recommended read.”—Fallen Angel Reviews “[For] fans of Sylvia Day’s Bared to You.”—Under the Covers “Grabbed me from page one and refused to let go until I read the last word.”—Joyfully Reviewed “An excellent read that I simply did not put down…Covers all the emotional range.”—The Road to Romance “A must-read author…her [stories] are always full of emotional situations, lovable characters, and kick-butt story lines.”—Romance Junkies Show More
Opposites attract when a free-spirited American singer-songwriter with ADHD teams up with a charming Irishman to revitalize his family's pub in the next heartfelt romance from the author of Luck and Last Resorts. Raine Hart is used to the challenges of living with ADHD. It’s why she ditched her life in Boston to busk around Europe as a traveling musician. No boss. No schedule. No one to disappoint but herself. But when a careless mistake in Ireland leaves her unable to perform, she sees no other option but to give up her nomadic life. Since inheriting the Local, Jack Dunne has wanted to make the pub his own. But the baggage of running a family business and the intrusive thoughts that stem from his OCD make changing things a challenge. Over a pint with handsome, tattooed Jack, Raine accidentally insults him and the pub. Instead of taking offense, Jack, impressed by her vision of what the pub could be, offers her a job bringing it to life. But when Raine and Jack develop feelings for one another their opposite lifestyles won’t accommodate, it becomes clear the pub isn’t the only thing that needs reinventing. As the end of their business collaboration draws near, they’ll have to find a way past the limits they’ve placed on themselves or let go of a love that could last a lifetime. Product DetailsISBN-13: 9780593549063 Media Type: Paperback Publisher: Berkley Romance Publication Date: 01-02-2024 Pages: 368 Product Dimensions: 7.90h x 5.20w x 1.00dAbout the Author Sarah Grunder Ruiz is a writer, educator, and karaoke enthusiast. Originally from South Florida, she now lives in Raleigh, North Carolina, with her husband and two children. She holds an MFA in creative writing from North Carolina State University, where she now teaches first-year writing.Read an Excerpt Read an Excerpt One Raine When I step inside the pub, the first thing I notice is the music. It's punchy, with layered vocals and a thrumming bass that makes me want to hum along, even though I don't know the words. The Local is emptier than I'd expect for a pub on a Friday night in Ireland, but maybe this is normal. The only thing I know about Cobh is that it was the last port of call for the Titanic before it sank. That and, according to a woman I met in Dublin who makes her living hula-hooping, the cruise ship terminal is an excellent spot for busking. I cross the pub, take a seat at the bar, and after ordering a Guinness from a polite but grumpy-looking bartender, pull my phone from the pocket of my coat to use my song-finder app. When the screen doesn't illuminate, I instinctively reach for the giant backpack I always keep by my side, only to remember that I no longer have my backpack. Or my guitar. Or the travel case I use to carry my gear. Or any of my gear, for that matter. No street amp. No microphone stand. No phone charger. I am usually calm in a crisis, probably because I'm so good at getting into one. But my face is numb after searching for my stolen things in the January cold, and I am one wrong turn from snapping like a too-tight guitar string. The problem: I am stuck in this town I know nothing about, with nothing to my name but the contents of my pockets. Lip balm. My train ticket to Cobh from Dublin. A Ziploc bag with some cash from my guitar case. A foot tambourine. Old napkins with scribbled lyrics. Old receipts with scribbled lyrics. A piece of chewed gum inside of a crumpled receipt. (A lot of receipts, really.) My passport and phone, thank God. The solution? Yet to be determined. When the song ends, I'm resigned to the fact that I will never know the name of it. Just as I am resigned to the fact that after a year abroad, I will likely be moving back to Boston sooner than I planned. The bartender fills my pint glass halfway, then sets it aside and disappears through a door to the kitchen. While I wait, I peer around the pub. It's clean and well-lit but sparsely decorated. Other than two Irish flags on the ceiling, a chalkboard menu, and some black-and-white photos of boats and buildings, it's not decorated at all. And speaking of sparse, there's hardly anyone else here. I wish I'd stumbled upon somewhere livelier to take my mind off of things, but now that I'm seated, I simply don't have the will to get up. The bartender returns a few minutes later and sets my Guinness before me. "There you are, love," he says. I thank him, but he only grunts and disappears to the kitchen again. As I drink my pint, I prod my dead phone with a finger. I don't want to call my parents, but I need to. There's only so long I can put it off . I try to focus on the music playing overhead, but I'm stuck in a loop of negative thoughts. The humiliation of calling my parents and asking for help. The humiliation of returning home and moving in with them until I can get back on my feet. The humiliation of I told you so. I've just finished my beer and am working up the motivation to hunt down a store that sells phone chargers when I'm startled by a blur of movement to my right. When I turn, I find the largest black cat I've ever seen perched on the barstool beside me. "Oh, hello," I say. The cat swishes its tail lazily behind it, staring at me with its large green eyes. It might just be the beer, but I'm already in love with this cat. I dangle my hand in front of it and say, "Aren't you incredibly floofy? You're a little late though. I've already had all my bad luck for the day. At least, I hope I have." The cat blinks at me, then makes a trilling sound, almost like a bird. "I bet you get the bad-luck thing all the time, don't you? I'm sure it's not true. You're probably a very lucky cat." The cat chirps again. It rubs its face against my hand, so I give it a scratch beneath its chin. "Speaking of luck, you don't happen to have a phone charger, do you, floofy boy? Or girl. I don't want to assume." I nearly fall off my stool when a voice answers me. "He doesn't, but there's usually one behind the bar." When I look up, a man is lowering himself onto the stool on the other side of the cat. He swipes the beanie from his head and stuffs it into the pocket of his coat, then runs a hand through his dark hair. When he faces me, I decide that I was right, this cat is lucky, because with clear blue eyes and an easy expression, this man is . . . hot. He props an elbow on the bar, posture confident and casual, like he owns the place. He's sex on a stool, and I bet he knows it. I take in the swoop of hair that falls into his eyes, the black peacoat and black jeans and black wingtip boots, and decide that this sophisticated-bad-boy look really does it for me. "I like your . . ." Everything, I think. "Boots," I say, and immediately want to punch myself in the face. Of all the things that shoot out of my mouth, I couldn't find something more charming than I like your boots? Seems I haven't become any more worldly since leaving home. "Thank you," the man says. He gives me a bemused smile, and I soon realize the cat has pulled away from me and I've been scratching at nothing but air for the last few seconds. I grab my pint glass and take a sip, but it's empty except for a few drops of liquid. Any game I had (minuscule, tiny, almost non existent) has abandoned me in my time of need. The man pushes the hair from his eyes and looks at my dingy brown hiking boots with faded red laces. "I like your boots too," he says. I can't tell if he's serious or not. These boots have taken a beating. I really need a new pair, though I probably won't need hiking boots much back home. My parents will use their connections to get me an office job at a clinic or something, and instead of hiking boots, I'll be buying something sensible, though I don't see how heels and pointy-toed flats are more sensible than traction and arch support. The man nods to the cat. "He's a boy, but you can call him whatever you like. He doesn't care. Isn't that right, Princess Ugly?" I wiggle my toes in my perfectly sensible, if dingy, hiking boots. "That's quite the name." He shoots me a playful smile. "His real name is Sebastian, but floofy boy works too." I've fantasized plenty of times about meeting a cute local and falling into a whirlwind travel romance, but none of those fantasies ever began with the cute local catching me in conversation with a cat. "You can't deny he's very floofy," I say. "It's scientific." "Ah, yes. What we have here is the magnificent Felis floofyis, the fiercest and, dare I say, floofiest of felines." When Sebastian chirps at him, he gives the cat a scratch between its ears before lifting his eyes to mine. "So the phone charger. Do you want to borrow it?" Right. I tap my fingers along the screen of my dead phone with a sigh. "I don't want to be a bother." "I know the owner," the man says. "He won't mind." Before I can tell him not to worry about it, he reaches behind the bar, face twisting in concentration as he gropes blindly for the charger. "Really, don't trouble yourself. I'll just-" "There," he says, a victorious look on his face when he sits back down, phone charger in hand. I look from him to the charger. I don't make a habit of borrowing other people's things without asking. Hell, I won't even touch them, not even if said thing is in my way and probably a fire hazard. (A lesson I learned the hard way after being screamed at in a hostel.) But the bartender is nowhere in sight, and I really do need the charger. I've already missed the last train to Cork, where the nearest hostel is located, and I have no idea how I'll get there without my phone. "And you're sure the owner won't mind?" "Positive." When the man holds out the charger, the cat takes a swipe at it with a paw. "Quit it, Bash." The cat meows but leaves the charger alone when the man hands it to me. "There's an outlet right there beneath the bar," he says. "Thanks." I plug in the charger, and when the battery icon lights up on my phone, I feel both relief and dread. I can't put off calling my parents for much longer. Maybe t
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The Ranieri Bride by Michelle Reid When Enrico Ranieri discovers that Freya has hidden the existence of his son, he demands her hand in marriage. Enrico won't give Freya his heart, but he will give her his special brand of bedroom pleasure. Now Freya must convince Enrico she's innocent, because she can't survive as just his bride of convenience The Italian's Pregnancy Proposal by Maggie Cox When tall, dark, rich and gorgeous Dante di Andrea made love to her, Bliss knew she couldn't keep him in her life. Especially when Dante discovered she was pregnant. He was furious! No child of his would be brought up in poverty. However, Bliss wasn't happy when Dante proposed. Surely he needed to marry a woman of his own kind and do it for love? At The Italian's Command by Cathy Williams Millionaire businessman Rafael Loro dominates everyone around him, until he meets Sophie Frey. Rafael is used to beautiful, well–groomed women who are eager to please him. Sophie's feistiness and innocence are driving him crazy! Rafael thinks bedding Sophie will end his torture, but soon this simple seduction turns into a real need to possess her at any price...
Expecting her husband’s babyWhen Lisa Martinez last saw her estranged husband, Maximiliano, she was walking out on their relationship for good. Her heart and dignity in tatters after once more giving in to the temptation of Max’s seduction, she knew divorce was her only option. Except Lisa’s heartbreaking plans are halted by unexpected nine-month consequences!Max never wanted a family, so Lisa is appalled when he refuses to relinquish his child and demands she return to their marriage bed! For their unborn baby’s sake, Lisa agrees. Dare she hope to find more than mindless pleasure in her husband’s arms?
No one knows the truth about Keanu Kealoha's family history, and he intends to keep it that way. But Keanu's world explodes when the reclusive rancher allows a visiting production company to film his life. Suddenly he and his twin brother are TV's hottest new bachelors. However, Keanu's celebrity could end as quickly as it began if he gives in to his desire for Sonia Brandon, the show's sophisticated and sexy producer.As the force behind reality television's latest hit, Sonia knows the sky's the limit. But her attraction to the Hawaiian bachelor could jeopardize everything...especially when Keanu's shocking secret is aired before millions of viewers. With her feelings growing, Sonia is determined to prove that she didn't betray him. But can the reality of their blossoming relationship overcome the secrets of the past?
Vows never broken…Exclusive matchmaker Elizabeth Young cannot believe it when Xander Trakas storms back into her life, announcing that their disastrous marriage was never annulled! She never wanted to see him again…His was the bed she never thought she'd share again. It would be so easy to surrender to the fire that still flickers between them, but can Elizabeth risk giving her heart to formidable Greek again?His was the ring she never thought she'd wear again. With guardianship of Xander's precious nephew at stake, Elizabeth just can't refuse her husband's demand!
My name is Styx Sterling and I'm a fucking giver... Most would say of great orgasms and rough sex, but I have so much more to offer, and when I find the right one I'm giving her everything that I fucking have in me: my heart, my soul, and my life. So much more than my asshole father could ever give his family. As fun as it is to have it easy, knowing that I can have any girl I desire, it's no longer enough. I need much more than that. My desires exceed more than a quick fuck with a woman that simply wants me because I'm a fantasy... a popular male entertainer with a big cock. I may give off the impression that I'm just a man-whore that takes any hot woman to bed, but there's so much more to me than that. It will just take someone looking deeper than my exterior. My heart is looking for a reason to ache. Meadow Jenkins. I knew the second my eyes met those curious green ones at the gym that she was different than the rest. That she wanted to learn about me. Unlike the others, she didn't jump at the opportunity to have me inside her. Now, I want inside her in more ways than one. | Author: Victoria Ashley, Clarise Tan | Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform | Publication Date: Sep 29, 2016 | Number of Pages: 180 pages | Language: English | Binding: Paperback | ISBN-10: 1539164365 | ISBN-13: 9781539164364
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