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They call me a slut. Maybe I am. Sometimes I do things I despise. Sometimes men take without asking. But I have a musical gift, only a year left of high school, and a plan. With one obstacle. Emeric Marceaux doesn’t just take. He seizes my will power and bangs it like a dark note. When he commands me to play, I want to give him everything. I kneel for his punishments, tremble for his touch, and risk it all for our stolen moments.

Tara: "I'm not interested in getting involved with a nice guy. No more serious relationships! I just want to enjoy. This time it's going to be my rules, my way." Sneha: "Who cares whether he is a nice guy or a bad guy? As long as he is a guy, you need to enjoy him and move on. At least, that's what I do." Dheeraj: "This can just be our way to fulfil our dark temptations. Is that what you wanted to hear? So you just take care of the time we plan to share, and leave the rest to a rich rascal like me."

Society darling Persephone Dimitriou plans to flee the ultra-modern city of Olympus and start over far from the backstabbing politics of the Thirteen Houses. But all that's ripped away when her mother ambushes her with an engagement to Zeus, the dangerous power behind their glittering city's dark facade. With no options left, Persephone flees to the forbidden undercity and makes a devil's bargain with a man she once believed a myth...a man who awakens her to a world she never knew existed.

Many a blushing lass has screamed my name in bed over the long years I've walked this land, watching over humanity even after they turned their backs on me. But I've never claimed a mate. Until Layna. When I first set eyes on this beautiful creature, she was fighting for her life against more men than I could count. At that very moment I vowed to protect her... and to make her mine.

My father was once a powerful player in the Chicago underground, but six years ago, he left that life behind. We changed our names. Our identities. Our lives. The ghosts of the past never forgot him, though. They never forgot me. Dad promised me we were safe, but I should’ve known that was just another one of his lies. The past always finds you, and mine finds me on my wedding day when four brutal, dangerous men drag me from the altar in a hail of gunfire. Four men who used to be four boys. Four boys I cared about. Four boys I left behind.

They say that time heals all wounds. For Kisa, however, the more time that passes, the more of herself she begins to lose. Grief has made her a shell of her former self; eating away at every feeling and driving her slowly to the brink of madness. No matter how desperately she tries to feel something, nothing gets through. For millennia Dolor has walked the world, watching humanity evolve and devolve before him. After all this time, he has grown content where he is. With true friends at his side, he's created a profitable establishment; a BDSM club for the supernatural.

Death is meant to come on a chariot of broken dreams or in the dark trenches of a storm, not in love letters and gifts. He did not take my soul when I was meant to die. He did not want it all the other times that I've offered it to him on a silver platter. Yet, time and time again, he reminds me that I am his: His night monster, his dark love, his perfect other. Death was the only thing keeping me alive. He watches me from his corner, taunts me with sweet messages, marks my body with his touch as I sleep. He took the people that I love away from me.

A shape-shifter, Natalya hunts those who kill by night. Searching for vampires and Carpathians high in the mountains, she is as deadly as she is beautiful. Vikirnoff, a Carpathian, also hunts vampires, but his people are Natalya's enemies. One night, Vikirnoff joins Natalya in a vicious clash with vampires. Although the two are victors, the battle between their hearts and souls has just begun. Can desire overcome their ancestral enmity?

The life goals have stacked up since I started this journey as a sad, lonely little ghost. I'm not sure how things escalated so quickly from trying to be seen and heard, to bearing the weight of the world on my vain little shoulders. As a result, my goals have gotten a little more serious. We're the most screwed up collection of antiheroes the world has ever seen, because the only thing that makes me want to save the world is knowing I could lose my boys forever if I don't. It's one hell of a love story, you know?

In this stunning romance, Lauren Jameson presents a story of unexpected desire in which two strangers play a dangerous game in the quest for incredible pleasure. But winning comes with a price.... After walking in on her boyfriend with another woman, Devon Reid decides to seek solace in the...

Quinn Darkova made a vow from the very beginning. And now she's home. For revenge. Except N'skara isn't the same as it was ten years ago, and the person she came for is nowhere to be found. After being taken ashore by armed guards of the same Council they came to sway, Quinn knows it's up to her to uncover the truth about what really happened, while seeking the retribution owed to her. Lazarus knew she was hiding something. He knew she had unfinished business in N'skara. But never could he have known this. He hadn't predicted how set in their ways the people were.

I thought I was being clever, hiding out right under their noses, but Braum Vetter and Wilhelm Brunner caught me infiltrating their company. Then they made me an offer I couldn't refuse. Now these stern, sexy billionaires own me, and they plan to make sure I know it. They're going to strip me bare and spank me thoroughly for the slightest hint of defiance, then share and enjoy me as shamefully they please, ravaging me wherever, whenever, and however they choose.

Two years ago, a split-second decision changed everything. I risked my life for a man I didn’t even know and nearly died for it. I’ve tried to forget him. To forget that whole night. But he hasn’t forgotten me. He’s been watching. Obsessing. Craving. And when he crashes back into my life like a wrecking ball, accompanied by two dark shadows — men he calls his brothers — the life I’ve been trying to rebuild for myself shatters into a thousand sharp-edged pieces. He believes our souls are bound by blood, and he’s come back to claim what’s his.

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The name's Kore, daughter of Demeter, crown goddess of spring, but you can call me Kory. Along with my invitation to attend the elite Olympus Academy where all the top deities send their brats for training, comes the news that I'm betrothed to Hades, tall, dark, and brooding god of the underworld. I'd much rather be Queen Bee of my girl gang back home, slinging panaceas to spoiled rich Olympians, but I have three years to enjoy my life before I'm ruling the denizens of hell at Hades' side and I refuse to waste it making him look good. Turns out, my betrothed has a gang of his own.

Fearing that her lover is dead, Emma decides once and for all that she must leave history where it belongs and return to the present. She and Logan have always been strongest when together, but now Emma must find the courage on her own to see her fate fulfilled-and Logan returned to her.

"Ich werde dir eine Geschichte erzählen. Sie beginnt mit einem Geheimnis, das England bis ins Königshaus erschüttern könnte, und endet mit einem noch viel größeren. Du denkst, ich sei nichts weiter als ein Gangster, der mit Drogen und Kartellen spielt. Und dabei gewinnt. Du denkst, ich besäße nur meinen Club und ein paar Leute, die mir gehorchen. Du glaubst, meine Kontakte reichten nicht um die Welt, und du glaubst, mein Blut sei so rot wie deines. Aber du täuschst dich. Du hast keine Ahnung, wen du wirklich vor dir hast." London. Heute. Abseits des Piccadilly Circus.

Zwei Fremde in Paris. Ein Kuss, der alles verändert.Paris ist Valentinas Chance auf einen Neuanfang. Doch sie hätte nie damit gerechnet, dass dieser Neuanfang in Form eines faszinierenden Fremden wie ein Sturm über sie hereinbricht. Sie begegnet ihm auf einer Vernissage, und er gibt sie kurzerhand als seine Freundin aus, damit sie nicht rausgeschmissen wird. Als er sie küsst, um die Lüge glaubwürdiger zu machen, trifft es sie wie ein Blitzschlag. Das Gefühl seiner Lippen auf ihren, der sanfte Druck, das Versprechen nach mehr. Plötzlich ist da etwas, das nicht sein dürfte.

ATF Special Agent Eric Miller and his explosives detecting K-9, Tiger, pull over a truck, the contents of which are explosive. Literally. More shocking, the driver is the kid brother of a woman he left behind. One who still haunts his days and his nights. They'd never so much as kissed, but Tess McTavish never forgot the handsome, dangerous agent who vanished in a shroud of mystery. Now the last thing she needs is an ATF agent with his own agenda. Doesn't matter that Tess and her brother are innocent. If Eric learns the truth of their past, they'll never be free.

Imagine a sophisticated thirty-two-year old Nancy Drew who has a career as a wine magazine writer, is not interested in monogamy, and has the kind of sex appeal only an independent woman can possess. Meet Jean Applequist. Though she despises the groom, Jean boards an elegant yacht in San Francisco Bay for the wedding of her good friend Diane and wealthy real estate developer Martin Wingo. But things go terribly wrong, the evening ending in tragedy rather than celebration when, after exchanging vows, Wingo disappears into the bay.