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Charming, captivating, seductive—and a cold-blooded killer. I married the Pakhan of the Russian Bratva anyway. I had to, it was part of the deal. Now, I’m faking marital bliss as I tremble with fear, and I cannot wait to be out of the clutches of this ruthless man.

I have exactly 5 hours and 10 minutes to get from Boston to New York City or the professional opportunity of a lifetime disappears. My only travel option? The second to last seat on a discount bus. Across from the bathroom. Wearing last night’s clothes (don’t ask). All worth it if I can make it in time.

Hanna is devastated when just a few weeks before her wedding, her fiancé drops the bomb that he doesn’t want to marry her. With the wedding bought and paid for (and completely non-refundable!), she decides to give it away to a deserving couple. Hanna chooses a pair of strangers that fate seems to put in her path, and then embarks on rearranging the wedding details with the help of the new bride-to-be’s brother.

Wenn es nach Jeremy ginge, würde Linett, so wie die Hochzeitsvorbereitungen, in den letzten Zügen liegen. In den letzten Atemzügen. Denn Linett soll ein Vampir werden – wie er. Leider schwankt Linett gehörig zwischen ihrem menschlichen Leben und der Liebe zu Jeremy. Dabei ist das Leben als Vampir doch gar nicht so übel. Zumindest wenn man nicht auf Linetts Pro- und Kontra-Liste nachsieht. Aber es wird noch besser (oder schlechter – je nachdem, wie man es betrachtet): Ausgerechnet Linetts erklärter Todfeind Lorenzo Sivori taucht bei ihnen auf und bittet um Unterschlupf.

Home. Bratva is my home, my sanctuary from the past, the only place where a killing machine like me belongs. Sometimes, my demons come rushing back, and I feel out of control, full of rage, close to losing myself completely. Until a broken, injured woman stumbles onto my path, awakening my protective instincts and sending my demons to sleep. Keeping her prisoner is my only option. If she leaves, my darkness will resurface, and there will be no escaping it this time.

Pfarrer zu sein ist ein Höllenjob. Seit Frédérics Gemeinde vampirischen Zuwachs bekommen hat, wird selbst eine simple Trauung zur Herausforderung: der Brautvater will den Schwiegersohn in spe beseitigen, Hunde jaulen völlig schief den Hochzeitsmarsch mit und die penetrante, viel zu hübsche Hexe Cecile flirtet ihm beinahe den Talar vom Leib. Als Frédéric während der Zeremonie auch noch Gottes Ausspruch ›Es werde Licht‹ zu wörtlich nimmt und seine lang verdrängten magischen Kräfte die Kirche einstürzen lassen, kommt er kurzzeitig in Erklärungsnot.

There is only one punishment for spies and liars: a slow and painful death. My sweet, angelic wife who bewitched everyone in my home, from my men to my dogs, is the worst traitor of all. But it seems I have fallen under her spell as well. With every smile, every ridiculous outfit, I'm struggling... and failing. I want to hate her. Instead, I'm yearning to hear every silent lie that leaves her irresistible lips.

I can't go back to my family. I'm not worthy of them, could never be one of them again. The sister they know, love, and remember doesn't exist. Not anymore. Until him... The one who took me in, healed me from my demons, my fears, my scars, piecing me back, bit by bit.

Longing. I've wanted him most of my life. Since the day he saved me from drowning when I was a kid. But he's never noticed me, never given me a second thought. To him, I'm just a child. And now, he's ordered to marry me. He doesn't want me, not in his heart or in his bed. But everything is allowed in war and love, and I am ready to do whatever it takes—even lie to a man who doesn't remember his past.

Nobody touches what's mine without deadly consequences, but when the most beautiful woman is brought to face my fury, my dead heart suddenly begins to beat again. There are no fairy tales in this life. Beauty will never fall for the beast. But this monster doesn't intend to let her go. Everybody has a price. It's just a question of currency. My sweet little hacker can't be swayed by money, but she will do whatever it takes to save her family.

Is it possible to fall for a man you don't know? Before I saw his face, heard his voice, or felt the warmth of his touch, I fell in love with his mind. Devious. Cunning. Deceptive. The master of deadly and dangerous plans. The silent threat no one saw coming. Manipulating people's lives like pawns on a chessboard. When he steps out of the shadows, the king reclaiming his throne, he sets the world aflame and burns my heart to ash.

Rules. I know them, but I didn't follow them. I moved into his city, his domain without approval. Now, it's time for me to pay the price. Marry the cold, calculating Don of La Cosa Nostra—the man many have never seen or could recognize—and be bound to the mafia forever. But when he comes to collect me, I realize that this isn't the first time we've met.

The Italian and Russian mafias are at war, and it is brutal. We’re both ruthless, relentless, and unforgiving. But then the decision is made to merge our worlds—a marriage between the two sides: the most beautiful woman of the Italian mafia and the Bratva's most feared monster. I loved her from afar for so long, and I finally get to have her as my own. But will she run away when she realizes who I really am?

In a night of blood and death, fate brought us together. I thought I was saving the life of an innocent man, a man I'd never see again. I was wrong. A slight shift in the air. A glint of silver eyes in the darkness. I may not see him, but I know he's there. My angel of death, lurking in the shadows, watching over me. Protecting me before disappearing into thin air until we meet again. A man who took a bullet for me. But he won't touch me, love me, or even share his name.

Auf Romantik und Liebe reagiert Helen höchstens mit Ausschlag, sicher nicht mit Herzchen in den Augen. Einen Mann nackt aus der Oper werfen zu lassen, ist hingegen amüsant – jedenfalls solange er sich davon in die Flucht schlagen lässt. Leider gibt es da einen Kerl, den schon Außerirdische entführen müssten, um ihn von Helens Spur abzubringen. Endlich bearbeitet Robert einen Ermittlungsfall, der nichts mit fliegenden Pfannen, keifenden Frauen und doppelripptragenden Sexgöttern zu tun hat.

My life is perfect just the way it is, without Arturo DeVille in it. And now, I'm ordered to marry that arrogant, self-centred snob. He expects me to be a sophisticated, docile wife who will smile and nod at his every demand. But it's the last thing I plan to do.

For eight long years, I have been waiting, patiently plotting my revenge. Now, I've found him. And I'm going to make him pay. He hired me to guard his wife, ensure her safety. I'm going to kill the same woman I vowed to protect. He'll suffer like I did, and when I'm done with him, he'll be begging for mercy. Mercy I won't give.

Pauline soll Gaylord helfen, sich von einem Vampir in einen Menschen zu verwandeln. Wer ahnt denn, dass man die Pest mit der Cholera bekämpfen muss? Eine halbe Stunde – mehr braucht Pauline nicht, um Gaylord klarzumachen, dass er ihre Entführung bereuen wird. Nur das Flüchten, das muss sie noch üben. Denn Gaylord kommt jedem ihrer kreativen Fluchtpläne zuvor. Als plötzlich seine Verlobte vor der Tür steht, wendet sich das Blatt und Pauline fasst einen Entschluss. Sie will ihrem Entführer das vampirische Leben endgültig zur Hölle machen.

Den heirate ich! Ob er will oder nicht! Das weiß Amélie bereits seit ihrem fünften Lebensjahr. Dass ihr Traumprinz nicht nur ein ganzes Stück älter ist und vor allem sehr spitze Zähne mit sich herumträgt, tut dabei nichts zur Sache. Ihr Entschluss steht fest: Sobald sie groß ist, wird sie ihren Vampirfreund heiraten! Ihr Vorsatz gerät jedoch leicht ins Wanken, als ihr unwissentlich Verlobter von heute auf morgen ohne ein einziges Wort verschwindet. Umso größer ist ihr Erstaunen, als dieser zwanzig Jahre später wieder auftaucht. Unter anderem Namen, um keinen Tag gealtert und vor ihr auf den Knien.

Die neue Staffel von Emily in Paris suchten – check. Schlafen – check. So vielen Schutzengel wie möglich nicht enden wollende Nervenzusammenbrüche bescheren – check, check, check... Shytans To-do-Liste ist lang, seit seine Brüder entschieden haben, die Hölle zu verlassen. Vermisst er sie? Natürlich nicht! Endlich ist das Reich der Finsternis so effizient wie nie zuvor und löst damit bei Petrus stressbedingten Bartausfall aus. Dessen Lösung für das Problem: Shytan soll sich verlieben. Da sollte Alana doch wie gerufen kommen, oder? Sterben – check, in den Himmel einbrechen – check.