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I’d traded my hand in marriage for his help so I’d save my seat at the Syndicate’s table. Now, I had a secret husband. Cold and calculating Killian Brennan Cullen. The hottest man I’d ever met. And the heir to the Irish Cullen mafia.

Während einer Führung in der Lübecker Marienkirche entdeckt eine Teilnehmerin beim Blick über die Brüstung einen leblosen Körper tief unten am Boden des einen Turms. Offenbar wurde eine Frau in den Tod gestoßen. Pia Korittki wird zum Tatort gerufen und erfährt, dass es sich bei der Ermordeten um jemanden aus einem Chor aus Ostholstein handelt – und die Chormitglieder allerhand Geheimnisse voreinander haben. Kommt der Mörder oder die Mörderin etwa aus diesem Kreis?

I'm the girl you'll never see coming. Blink and you're dead - another target checked off my list. But one night, everything in my carefully ordered existence falls apart. A bloodbath and a car crash later, I find myself in the grasp of four gorgeous, intimidating men. Are my captors cops, like they claim, or something far more sinister? They sure know how to bend the law. And seeing how skillfully they handle a gun or a knife, I can't help wondering what their hands would feel like all over me.

Sana las heridas emocionales profundas y abraza tu sensibilidad como fuente de fortaleza. ¿A menudo te sientes abrumado por tus emociones o las de los demás? Estas no son señales de debilidad, sino el reflejo de un niño interior que aún busca sentirse seguro y comprendido.

I have been my family’s disappointment all my life. I drifted through life without a purpose and searching for love in all the wrong places while battling inner demons. A yearly reminder by a stranger ensures I never forget my mistake. Blackmail hangs over me like a noose around my neck. But when I cross paths with a mysterious stranger at the masquerade ball, fireworks explode and the sizzling attraction takes on a whole new meaning. What happens when I find out the identity of my mysterious stranger?

During a Christmas Eve wedding at the Biltmore Estate in Asheville, North Carolina, Ellen and her friends are visited by multiple ghosts. The spirits have come to tell their stories to right the wrongs that history has done to their memories. Each of them died in Asheville with their voices stifled. One spirit is particularly adamant and threatening, despite her small size, and her mood fluctuates like the mountain winds surrounding the great estate. She claims to be the ghost of Zelda Fitzgerald, and she wants her story told, even if she has to kill to make it happen.

I should have known better than to fall for a biker. But I couldn't resist Levi's smile. His cockiness. All that leather. We fell hard and fast. A spoiled rich girl from a prestigious family and a boy from a motorcycle club. We were naive enough to think we could be the exception. But while Levi was in the military, trying to build our future, his world chewed me up and spit me out. It left me broken, scarred, and angry. Fourteen years later, Levi is everything I hate. A Twisted King. A walking red flag. Trouble.

They were my bullies once. Three boys I hated more than anything. They made my life hell for a year - until I escaped their cruelty when my dad's job moved us away. I've never forgotten them, though. Never forgotten what they did. And I know they haven't forgotten me. But when I'm offered a full-ride scholarship to the prestigious Clearwater University, I refuse to let old fears stop me from accepting. Because I'm not the girl I used to be. I'm stronger. Tougher. Angrier. And if West, Reese, and Trent think they can screw with me again...well. We'll just see who breaks first.

For years, the monsters who killed my family have held me in a cage. Brutalized and half-starved. Only kept alive so they can steal my blood. Until one evening when four eerily gorgeous men break me out of my prison. They offer me a safe haven under their protection. A soft bed, delicious food, and all I need to heal. I'm not used to this kindness—or the desires their smoldering eyes and strong hands stir in my body and my heart. But these fearsome men aren't really men. Like my captors, they're fae who can shift into wolves.

Despierta tu poder intuitivo natural y accede a las habilidades ocultas que hay dentro de ti. ¿Alguna vez has tenido sensaciones intensas, destellos de comprensión o sueños que se hacen realidad? Estas son señales de que tu intuición está activa y, con práctica, puede convertirse en una de tus mayores fortalezas.

From the moment my twin sister set her eyes on Matteo, she decided he was the one. We were just kids, but that didn’t matter to her. In her heart, she believed they were destined to be together. So when their arranged engagement was announced, no one was surprised. At least, that’s what I thought. But lately, something had felt off. Wherever I went, Matteo was there. Lurking in the dark, concealed in the shadows, always watching.

Here it is... a giant book of 20 Lesbian Lust Tales! Multiple stories of hot, forbidden, girl-on-girl action! Threesomes, step-sibling, sex toy's, DP's, backdoor worship, BDSM, bondage, spanking! It is all here!

Sus padres y dos hermanas mayores fueron llevados a las cámaras de gas, pero ella y su gemela Miriam fueron puestas al cuidado del hombre conocido como el Ángel de la Muerte, el sanguinario doctor Josef Mengele, quien realizaba crueles experimentos sobre todos los gemelos que encontraba, en su delirante afán por entender la genética y mantener pura a la raza aria.

Raphael Santos. A criminal. The devil. The man was definitely suave and charismatic. The way he looked at me made me shiver, but his eyes rattled something deep inside me. I hated him with every fiber of my being. His family destroyed mine. His father started a chain reaction that could never be undone. The Santos family ruled the underworld of Florida. They were powerful, vicious, and ruthless. Mine had once ruled D.C. He may have secrets, but I have secrets of my own. An innocent boy who I’ll protect with my dying breath. My son.

Marriage arrangements were nothing new in our world. Mine was sealed before I even took my first breath—an unbreakable pact forged to ensure peace between two powerful families. I, Penelope DiMauro, was to be wed to the ruthless heir to the Omertà criminal empire, Enzo Marchetti, on Christmas Day. We uttered our vows “Till death do us part…” and just like that, I became his. His wife. His possession.

For years I've been quiet, obedient Rose Hallowell. I accepted the man my stepmother chose for me. But I never stopped missing my long-ago friends. Now we're back on my childhood estate to arrange my marriage. The boys I grew up with? They're still in town - and they haven't forgotten me either. And damn if they haven't grown up well. They're charming and sweet and infuriatingly hot, and I can't seem to stay away. The more I try to resist, the more secrets I uncover about my family, my betrothal, and everything I thought was true about the witching world. I've been lied to. I've been betrayed.

Amore Bennetti struggles early on to find her path in an unfamiliar world after witnessing the death of her mother. Feeling like an outsider among the underworld, she finds a best friend in the most unlikely place. A rival crime family.

When my fated mate turned his back on me, my pain pushed me to a desperate act of violence. Years later, I'm left with only shame, a bond that's faded to nothing, and the disdain of the raven shifter flock I was meant to rule. All I want is a chance at a new life. So I fly from my wintery home to the realm of the wolf-shifting summer fae, where no one will recognize my name. I never expect a random attack to bring three pack-less wolves racing to my rescue.

After my fiancé dumps me because “chubby girls aren’t wife material,” Beckett, Tristan, and Ryder insist on joining me for the drive back to my hometown. No big deal, right? I can handle a week with the men I’ve secretly crushed on for years. At least, that’s what I tell myself… until I accidentally confess that I’ve been dying to break free of my ‘good girl’ persona and explore my wilder side. Instead of laughing, they propose a deal: while we’re on this trip, my body is theirs to play with. They’ll teach me everything, and I can live out all of my dirtiest fantasies.

It was an ordinary job. Another night, another asshole collector of the supernatural. I free some poor little beasties from their cages, pocket a few trinkets to pay my bills, and burn the place down on my way out. Just call me the Robin Hood of monster emancipation. I didn’t count on three manly monsters following me home like lost puppies. Stunningly hot lost puppies, but still. Now I’ve got a seductively cheeky incubus, a sweetly enthusiastic demon, and a grimly stoic angel camped out in my kitchen.