Con Beo

Valeria Romano tenía diecinueve años cuando asesinaron a su padre. Durante cinco años entrenó, se sacrificó y derramó sangre... construyendo toda su vida en torno a un nombre: Lorenzo De Luca. El rey de la mafia que ella creía que había dado la orden. Cuando por fin tiene la oportunidad de enfrentarse a él, no huye. La sienta y le muestra una fotografía. El responsable de la muerte de su padre nunca fue Lorenzo. Fue su tío Marco. El hombre que le dio el nombre equivocado la mañana después del asesinato y la vio perseguir al objetivo equivocado durante cinco años mientras reconstruía su imperio sobre la tumba de su padre. Lorenzo le propone un matrimonio por contrato... una alianza estratégica que los pone a ambos a tiro de piedra de Marco antes de que este entierre la verdad para siempre. Valeria acepta. No porque confíe en él. Porque Marco Romano se acaba de convertir en su verdadero objetivo. Lo que sigue es una carrera contrarreloj. Espías dentro de la mansión. Un testigo comprado. Un hombre muerto que resulta estar muy vivo. Dos personas que se unieron como enemigos, construyendo lentamente algo para lo que ninguno tiene nombre. Y una cumbre donde Valeria debe presentarse ante las cinco familias gobernantes con cinco años de verdad... y finalmente hacer que valga la pena. Marco va a una celda. La guerra termina. Pero la guerra deja huellas. La verdadera pregunta que impulsa esta historia nunca es si Valeria puede destruir al hombre que mató a su padre. Es si puede sobrevivir a la persona en la que se convirtió en el proceso... y si el hombre con el que se casó para ganar una guerra es el mismo hombre por el que vale la pena quedarse cuando termine.

Twenty five years ago, Kevin's parents were brutally murdered. Two decades later, Kevin is forced to watch helplessly as his fiancée suffers torture at the hands of the same murderer. Never fully recovering from the trauma, he moves into a new city, hoping to start his life anew, leaving his devastating past behind. But things doesn't go as planned when he meets Natasha—the daughter of an officer hunting for his kind. They soon discover the battered corpse of a missing detective assigned to investigate the murder of his fiancée, which signalled a new danger. However, when the horror from his past returns, Kevin is forced to stay away from Natasha—or watch her fall victim to a ghoul who takes pleasure in tormenting him.

The ghoul responsible for the slaughter of his entire family is back, and bodies are turning up around the city. With Murphy Hartfield’s death, Kevin is perturbed—for Natasha’s sake. He knows it’s only a matter of time before her body will be the next they would find on the streets of Burnout, unless he quells any affection he has for her—a great sacrifice which he is unwilling to make. Although still mourning the loss of his fiancée, he couldn’t deny this newfound affection for Natasha. And no matter how hard he tried to stay away from her, fate always brings them back together—until she was captured by the same figure that had taken his fiancée months ago. It could prove fatal if he lost her too.

—Por favor, deja de empujar. No puedo soportarlo más. El lugar del concierto estaba abarrotado. Un hombre detrás de mí sigue presionándome el trasero. Hoy estaba vistiendo una minifalda con una tanga debajo, y eso solo empeora la situación actual. Él levanta mi falda y se aprieta contra mis caderas. A medida que el ambiente se calienta, alguien delante de mí me empuja y retrocedo un paso. Mi cuerpo se pone rígido al sentir como si algo se hubiera deslizado dentro de mí.

Entrada la noche, me encontré con la hija del dueño en la tienda de artículos eróticos, con la luz apenas encendida. Se estaba complaciendo a sí misma. Tenía los ojos vendados, las piernas abiertas sobre el sillón tántrico, cada una apoyada en un brazo del sillón, perdiéndose en el placer. Hasta que el sillón falló. Se retorció hasta ponerse colorada, incapaz de soltarse, y tuvo que pedir ayuda. —Ayúdame... Me agaché y pasé los dedos por sus muslos, sus pantorrillas y la cara interna de sus muslos. —No te muevas. Este sillón es complicado. Necesito revisarlo bien primero. —Por... por favor. La observé ir del pudor al deseo, hasta que se quebró y dejó de luchar. —Dámelo. Dame todo lo que tienes. En ese instante, desde afuera llegó el sonido del dueño al abrir la puerta. La empujé detrás de los estantes. Ahí descubrí una muñeca de silicona idéntica a ella.

When the Moon Goddess marks two souls for the second time, neither expects destiny to lead them back to love. After a brutal attack on her mating day took away her mate, Jasmine never thought she would be happy ever again. Death during childbirth snatched Alpha Maverick's mate from his arms. Maverick vowed never to choose another woman to be his luna and forever stay alone. But when the Moon calls again, their wolves stir… and the impossible happens. They are each other's second chance mates. Torn between fear and longing, duty and desire, they must learn to trust the bond that once destroyed them both. Because the Moon rarely makes the same mistake twice… and this time, love might just be their destiny. Werewolf romance Second chance Contemporary romance Alpha Dominant Grumpy Sunshine Mates Moon goddess Hate to love

James wasn't your typical writer. He gave a new meaning to Copywriting. His life wasn't great but he was doing well for himself; six figures in his bank account, and a hot neighbour that he had more than one wet dream about. His life was great until he died of course. Now he's stuck in another world with a secret mission. He's ready to spin another new meaning to copywriting.

After being rejected by her boyfriend and newly appointed alpha of her pack, Buffy becomes an exiled she-wolf for attacking her tribe’s new leader and goes back to her forsaken birthplace. Upon arriving there, Buffy soon learns that she is an descendant of the moon goddess , Luna and must return to her pack who have been enslaved by an evil demi god who seeks to kill Buffy in order to become the new moon goddess.

BURB: Nathan Reed was born with a physical disability, he has a weak leg from birth and a seizure which leads to nose bleeding and he litterrily grew up in poverty. Quiet and introverted, he was a social outcast in high school, eventually becoming the primary target of a bullying clique. While Noah Grayson was the leader of that clique—the polar opposite of Nathan. He's Born into an elite family, he was a tall, athletic playboy who never knew the meaning of struggle. Traumatized by the abuse from the Noah group, the Nathan was forced to drop out. He spent years working grueling jobs—repairman, delivery driver, construction worker—until he finally landed a position at his current company. Starting from the very bottom, his diligence and competence eventually led him to the position of department manager. Just as he thinks his life is finally on track, his nightmare—Noah reappears. Despite Nathan professional success, he still feels like an ant in the face of the Noah's immense power and status. Mustering his courage to confront him, Nathan was shocked when Noah claims he has come to apologize for his past sins. Asking him to give him a chance to purse him. Is this a sincere confession or a cruel joke? Is the Noah truly repentant, or is there a hidden scheme at play? How will Nathan choose this time?

On my 50th wedding anniversary, I took my worn, crumbling marriage certificate to City Hall to renew it. The clerk glanced at it—and froze. “This certificate is fake. Our records show you’ve never been married.” I stared. “Impossible. I’ve been married to Damien Slater for fifty years.” The clerk pulled up his file. “Well…Yes, Mr. Slater is married—but his wife’s name is Vanessa Grant.” Vanessa. His widowed sister-in-law. A military doctor who’d spent decades living among the troops. My hands shook as I returned home and confronted Damien. He didn’t even try to deny it. “I’ve treated you well all these years. Isn’t that enough? Vanessa is my true love. I only ever wanted her—our children, our life.” My son counseled me and said, “To spare your feelings, my parents kept it a secret their whole lives. You’re getting old now. What more do you want?” Only then did I learn the truth. The child I had raised with my own hands was never mine by blood. Decades ago, Vanessa and I gave birth on the same day. To ensure her child would grow up with intellect, privilege, and a future that I could provide, Damien switched our children. My own son? Damien drowned him in the pond the moment he drew breath. And I—fool that I was—raised Vanessa’s boy as my own. I even got him all the way to Claremont University. The truth broke me, and I collapsed. When I opened my eyes again—I was back. Back to the day I went into labor.