Showing results by narrator "Tracy Marks"

Derrick "The Love Whisperer" King gives out relationship and sex advice on the radio to everyone, but he’s giving me something a bit more personal. Nobody’s ever talked to me the way he does. Daring, demanding, sexy...and oh, so dirty. Maybe we started this whole thing a little backward, sex first and getting to know each other after. But I'm starting to let my guard down, my untrusting heart beginning to think that maybe fairy tales do come true. Even for me.

Fate made us enemies. I made us lovers. In a different world, we were meant for each other. This is not that world.

I'm the first-born son of the mafia king. The favorite. Destined to rule, I'm a dangerous man, a ruthless one. But in my world, you have to be. Then Natalie stumbles into my life. Wrong place. Wrong time. Twice, fate put her in my path. Twice, fate placed the innocent lamb at the mercy of the monster. I gave her a chance to walk away. Told her it would be better for her if she did. But she didn't listen. And now it's too late. Because I'm not good. I never wanted to be. And I won't let her go anymore. See, I'm not the hero. When I touch her, it's with dirty hands. 

I stole her in the night. Caged her because I can't live without her. She's my love, my addiction, my obsession. I will do anything to keep Sara mine.

Words like unnatural and impure started the whispers. From the very beginning, Ivy Blackwood was different. She was only a child when she was accused of setting the fire, one she passively watched engulf the small house she had called home. Her fingertips burned, and her hair singed. Some who watched her crossed themselves, convinced she was soulless for she showed no emotion at all. Calm and dispassionate, even when the screaming started that quickly turned to bellows of agony before dying into nothing but the roaring of the fire.

A new dark romance from New York Times best-seller Anna Zaires. He came to me in the night, a cruel, darkly handsome stranger from the most dangerous corners of Russia. He tormented me and destroyed me, ripping apart my world in his quest for vengeance. Now he's back, but he's no longer after my secrets. The man who stars in my nightmares wants me.

Maggie doesn’t belong in this world, this seedy underbelly of the city. But there she is, my angel with her wide eyes behind her nerdy glasses. So, when she needs help, I’m the only one who can protect her. It didn’t even take a single kiss for me to fall in love with her. I know I shouldn’t - a man like me doesn’t deserve an angel. I’ll hurt her, break her...ruin her. Still, I can’t help myself. She’s going to regret this later, regret me, and probably even hate me. But I’m a selfish man, and if she wants this now, I’ll give it to her. I’ll give her everything.

I may be the hottest ticket in town, but even I have to do what my agent says. And he says I have a PR problem. I need to talk...to the press. Elise Warner. She's a reporter, one with whom I should be careful. She'd love to get the scoop that secretly I'm a single dad and no one knows. I aim to keep it that way. So I'm reluctant to open up, give my agent what he wants. But then she shows up, with sass and legs that won't quit. I should keep her at a distance, but my arms want to pull her in close. 

I’m a good girl. I live by a code that can’t be bent or broken. It is my duty to my family to stay innocent and pure. To marry an Italian man. The stars are already aligned. But Nikolai Kozlov re-writes my destiny with five simple words. You belong to me now. He's Russian mafiya. A thief. A skilled liar with no moral boundaries. He is everything I have been taught to hate. A man who stands for nothing. A man who takes what he wants without a second thought. And what he wanted was me. 

Two years ago, I made a deal with the devil. That night, I lost everything. That night, I thought he died. But he's back. Risen, like Lazarus, from the dead. And he's dark. Darker than he was before. Dangerous. Unhinged. A scarred, tattooed savage. The way he looks at me should terrify me, but I'm drawn to him, to his intensity. Consumed by it. By him. Even though I know if I'm not careful, his obsession will destroy me. 

He says he owns me. And it's true. I've signed over complete control of my body and life for six months to a man I don't know. Five years he's been planning this. They say revenge is a dish best served cold. But my blackmailer serves it up white hot. He's addicted to my innocence, and I'm addicted to him. He likes to hurt me. I love to let him. He brings me to life. He sets me free. He makes my heart feel things it shouldn't. But he also scares me.

An Irish mobster. A missing friend. Two loyalties, ripping me apart. I had a plan. Get in, get my information, and get out. Easy, right? Turns out, infiltrating the Irish mafia isn't exactly what I thought it would be. I just wanted a soldier. Someone I could flirt with to get me in the door. That's when Lachlan Crow noticed me. Problem was, he wasn't a soldier. No, he was next in line for the throne of the Irish underworld. And he was determined to hate me from the outset.

Always prim and proper, lady's maid Gillian Beaumont has never acted with wild abandon the way her young, headstrong mistress does. But deep down she dreams of a life filled with love and a husband who will give her his whole heart even though she knows it's impossible. With a list of chores from her mistress, Gillian is given the chance to live the life of a gentle lady, and she clings to it, knowing that soon it will be over.

Peering down at a sea of fans, rock star Mitchell Davies can't deny the innocent beauty of a woman in the front row. He'll stop at nothing to get to know her. When a public altercation leaves her weak and defenseless, he takes the opportunity to be her savior. Alana Shelton wants to spread her wings and experience life away from her restrictive upbringing. But she isn't prepared for a gorgeous stranger to sweep her off her feet while at her most vulnerable.

Jennifer is a nurse that runs a free clinic on Vaxivia. She has no time for dating and fights for the health and well-being of her Vaxivian people. That is, until one day when she encounters a strange patient in her clinic. Prince Zaruv just started his exile along with his three younger brothers, which was a common tradition in a new king's reign. They were supposed to get to Dragselis, but were attacked and their ship and crew went crashing toward Vaxivia. They got scattered throughout the land during the crash. Zaruv was injured while landing, but luckily he was found.

Hot hockey superstar Brent Oliver has it all--good looks, charm, dozens of endorsement deals, and a spectacular career. Uh, nix that last one. Brent has the talent and skill that should have his career soaring. But something is wrong. He's lost his hockey mojo and can't get it back. Enter Aubrey Shelburne, life coach to the stars.

Someone once told me that happiness is fleeting. I can see now that he was right. I'm trapped in a black hole of darkness I can't seem to crawl out of. My twin and my lover want each other dead and I'm pregnant with a baby I don't know how to protect. Ryland says he will do anything to get me back, but how do you trust the man who almost killed you? When every option before you comes at a cost, how do you choose the right path? People say that history has a way of repeating itself.

They call him a monster. Pale blue eyes as cold as ice that see right through you. He’s hard. He’s damaged. He’s dangerous. He lives in a castle fit for a fairy tale, but he’s no prince. He’s savage. He’s brutal. He’s a killer. By an act of fate, our worlds collide.They call him a monster, but he is my salvation.

He's dark and mysterious. Quiet and lethal. An Irish mobster. Pure sin wrapped up in a beautiful package. But there's also something off about him. He doesn't feel anything. He shows no emotions. Sometimes, I question his humanity. He hasn't spoken to me in two years. Not a single word. But we share a secret, he and I. And if it ever comes out, I have no doubt in my mind.... He won't have a problem killing me, too.

When going to war, there are three very simple rules one must abide by: know thy enemy, be prepared to sacrifice, and always wear good shoes. After all, revenge is a dish best served in stilettos. I've got an eye for it, and nothing's going to stand in my way. Not even Rory "The Saint" Brodrick.