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The night I catch my husband cheating is the night I stop pretending. I don't cry. I don't scream. I don't get mad—I get even. So I bring home another man—a stranger with wicked eyes and a smile sharp enough to carve me open. I let him have me in the house I share with a liar. A moment of weakness? Maybe. A moment of revenge? Definitely. But he saw me—the darkness, the hunger, the parts my husband hated—and he wanted more.

Savior or seducer. I am not sure which one he's playing at. He is forbidden, after all. I am married to a rockstar. Appearances must be upheld. But what does it mean when your marriage is breaking, and the dark, mysterious savior is offering you things you have never felt before? Do you say yes? Or do you say no? He owns a club that's specific to every person's desires. So the promises he is making might very well hold true.

My husband sold me. Not only did he sell me, but he told me he loved me while doing the deal. What lies he tells. Only fools believe him. Unfortunately, one of those fools was me.

Seit Monaten nenne ich mich Stephanie Martin. Stephanie existiert, weil ich es so will. Niemals im Leben werde ich je wieder zurückkehren. In das Leben, das ich nie wollte. Zu ihm, der meinen Bruder tötete, um die Macht meines Clans zu übernehmen. Aber die Flucht, meine neue Identität und das Leben, das ich jetzt führe, lassen mich vergessen, wer Sloan ist: mein Schicksal … und bereit, mich zu holen. Ich tötete meinen besten Freund und verlor seine Schwester. Leah. Die einzige Frau, die mich wirklich wahrnimmt.

If God created the perfect man he would closely resemble Creed—on the outside, that is. He’s as cavalier as they come. Unconcerned. Cold. Dismissive. I wonder if he has any feelings at all. And when his lips touch mine, everything goes black. He takes me into his world, and it’s the most magical thing I’ve ever experienced. And I’m sucked in time and time again. Like a moth to the flame, I am ready to be set alight.

We met at his ex's wedding, where she uttered their safe word in her vows. Immediately, his jaw clenched, and his hands balled into tight fists. Moments later, he told her I was with him. When in reality, I had snuck into the wedding. Knowing full well he was trouble, I tried to leave when he gripped my arm and whispered in a low, intimidating voice, "Do you sneak into weddings often?" His words had me stuck to the spot.

They say he's nothing but Mayhem, yet when he's with me, he's my salvation, everything I need and more. The problem is… he has a fascination for blood. I can't handle it—in more ways than one. He has a fascination for me. I hate it, even though I can't stop thinking about him, either. Some people should not be together, and that's us; we could never work. But letting go is impossible when my serial killer of a husband is determined to prove me wrong.

I lie to one of the city's most ruthless men—and it feels so good. Deception is a drug, and I'm quickly becoming an addict. Each time we speak, Zuko has no idea it's me. The lie tastes sweet leaving my mouth. I couldn't stop now, even if I wanted to—which I don't. He thinks our conversations are more than just sex. He's wrong. The intimacy he feels is all a facade. Until the day an embodiment of my darkest fantasies walks into my bar, and his unmistakable voice sends a shiver down my spine. It turns out I'm not the one in control.

He thought I was his—that's what his emails indicated. He thought that because our families signed on the dotted line many years ago, it was a done deal. But I ran away from that life for a reason. Little did I know, he would find me. And he wasn't going to take no for an answer. Crue wanted me to be his wife. And all I wanted was him in my bed.

I couldn't do broken. Broken is what he was. Broken is what I will always be. To his eyes, that held so much despair, I couldn't look for long. To his fist, that clenched so tightly, like he was locking away the sorrow. To his lips, that never uttered a word, from the years of heartbreak. And despite it all, I couldn't stay away from him. It was like he was drowning in an ocean, and I wanted to grab his face, and whisper to his lips, "Don't forget to breathe."

I've worked for men all my life, been enslaved by them. My new boss is different. He buys me designer handbags to ensure I'm on time. But scowls at me when he hands them over. He's intoxicating. Dangerous. All the things I should stay away from. The thing is... when his hands touch mine, I'm not disgusted, and I should be. Because he owns a scandalous club, and I work there…

Just days before the running of the biggest thoroughbred horse race in the world, an act of bioterrorism kills Kentucky's lieutenant governor, and former FBI Special Agent Brooke Fairfax receives a video of the murder from her long-time anonymous source. When Brooke discovers domestic terrorists are actually after the governor - her late husband's brother - and that the radicals are eyeing more targets, she heads to Kentucky to stop the threat.

Hawke Ivanov is known to excel at two things: sex and violence. It's why I never took our fling seriously, accepting it with no strings attached. Except now, his mischievous ways have become all-consuming, and I'm his new obsession, especially after one night that changed everything between us. Hawke is using me to run away from his own demons, and when I realize it's not only a matter of our bodies but hearts as well, I tell him sweet little lies to keep him away. All I wanted was a good boy in my bed. The last thing I needed was a dangerous man carving his way into my heart.

Brigadier Ian McCraggan heeft een succesvolle carrière in de diplomatie achter de rug. Hij keert nu terug naar zijn vaderland, Schotland, om daar een oud kasteel te bewonen dat al generaties eigendom is van zijn familie. Zijn verbazing is dan ook groot als het kasteel bewoond blijkt! De betoverende Moida heeft bovendien geen enkele intentie haar biezen te pakken. Ze beweert de enige erfgenaam van de McCraggan-clan te zijn en lijkt over bijzondere krachten te beschikken om Ian onder haar invloed te krijgen.

Twelve years ago, Sarah Baker was abducted by the Watt Lake Killer and sexually assaulted for months before managing to escape. The killer was caught, but Sarah lost everything: her marriage, her child, and the life she loved.

Struggling with PTSD, Sarah changes her name to Olivia West and finds sanctuary working on Broken Bar Ranch. But as her scars finally begin to heal, a cop involved with her horrific case remains convinced the Watt Lake Killer is still out there.

Detective Braxton Hero should keep his distance from me. Even though I can't seem to stay away from him. Letting him get too close is a mistake. One I can't stop making. He sees me. The woman I pretend to be and the one behind the mask. And for the first time, I don't know which version is real. Even though I've spent my life in the shadows, I've never been conflicted about who I am… until he blurred the lines. The thought of him seeing my darkness does something to me. He makes me want things. Things I can't have. A life that isn't mine to take. A love built on lies.

Zoe's boss is a force to be reckoned with. And Zoe has had a crush on Gwen Fudala for the last three years. In a twist of events, Zoe drunkenly ends up on the phone with Gwen while in a compromising position. But it sparks a wildfire that neither can put out. Still, something isn't right. Gwen is being stalked. Vowing to let nothing happen to her boss, Zoe winds up tangled in the stalker's game. Unable to see which way is out and loyal to a fault, Zoe sticks by Gwen's side through thick and thin. Can they navigate a relationship under the watchful eye of a perpetrator?

Rave war zwei Jahre lang verschwunden. Und jetzt taucht er einfach so auf, als wäre nie etwas gewesen. Ich bin zurückgekehrt, weil ich dachte, es wäre Zeit für einen Neuanfang. Aber ich kann der Vergangenheit nicht entfliehen.

I married, and I did all the things asked of me. Then she ran away. That was the end of it, or so I thought. Until I found her again. This time, should I let her get away so easily?

Portia Willows was a senior in high school in Los Angeles when her world fell apart. While dealing with the aftermath of the accident that took the lives of her mother and sister, she finds herself forced to face her own memory – which may not be quite what it seems. But Portia suffers from severe social anxiety disorder that prevented her from having any sort of life, while her little sister, Piper, was her best, and only, friend. Now, five years later, Portia is forced to recall the events of the past while being questioned about a horrific crime she doesn’t remember.