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Eva never wanted this life—the roar of engines, the scent of leather and gasoline, the weight of her father's legacy crushing her shoulders. As the only daughter of the Crimson Reapers' president, she's spent years trying to escape the MC world. But when a bloody turf war threatens to destroy both her father's club and the rival Steel Vipers, there's only one way to broker peace: a union sealed in chrome and rebellion. Albert, the ruthless VP of the Steel Vipers, is everything Eva despises—violent, arrogant, and dangerously magnetic. He's got sins tattooed on his knuckles and vengeance carved into his soul. The arranged marriage is a cage for them both, a business deal written in bad blood and broken promises. She's supposed to be his old lady. He's supposed to be her protection. Instead, they're gasoline and matches—combustible, toxic, and one spark away from burning everything down. But as enemies close in and betrayal bleeds through both clubs, Eva and Albert discover that the line between hate and hunger is thinner than they thought.

BLURB One night. One murder. One photo that changed everything. I was just a broke journalism student trying to survive college on caffeine, ramen, and late-night shifts, Until I saw him pull the trigger. Lucian Romano. Green eyes like a forest fire. A smile that promises sin. And a last name that owns half the city… and most of its corpses. He should’ve killed me. Instead, he gave me a choice: Delete the photo. Say nothing. Or become useful. Now, I’m his “eyes” inside the university, spying on dealers, dodging bullets, and trying not to fall for the killer who sees me as a pawn. But secrets don’t stay buried. And in this game of blood, betrayal, and stolen kisses… One wrong move, and I’m dead. Or worse, his…

On our third wedding anniversary, I received a cake from my husband. It had the names Clarisse Burke and Antonio Carey written on it, along with Happy Third Anniversary. But I felt like I'd been plunged into ice. That wasn't my name. Clarisse was his secretary. Sure enough, I saw my cake in Clarisse Burke's latest post, labeled Iva Grant and Antonio Carey. [Three years, and someone's already treating me like his wife.] Below, there was a comment. [Delete that post! The cakes got mixed up. Don't let Iva find out.] That was when I realized he had planned every romantic surprise in pairs. Holding my phone, I laughed at his pathetic attempt to cover it up. But I was done. I started planning my exit.

Dans les rues glaciales d’une grande ville, Liv, une jeune femme sans-abri, vit déguisée en garçon pour échapper aux agressions. Casquette enfoncée, voix rauque, gestes durs : elle s’est construit une carapace, un nom d’emprunt, et une routine discrète faite d’ombre et de prudence. Mais une nuit, alors qu’elle cherche un abri dans un entrepôt abandonné, elle devient témoin d’un assassinat brutal orchestré par des hommes puissants et sans pitié. Elle pense être passée inaperçue. Elle se trompe. L’un des tueurs l’a repérée. Pire : il l’attrape et l'amène voir son boss L’homme sait qu’elle a vu, il veut savoir ce qu’elle compte faire. Elle cache plus qu’un visage. Elle cache une histoire. Et peut-être même… un danger. Le chef de l'homme ressent pour elle un trouble assez bizarre : comment se fait-il qu'il ressent une attirance pour un homme ? Il devient fou !

Tout le monde a des secrets et Elizabeth Wilson est bien placée pour le savoir. Alors qu'elle est de retour à Sherwood, dans sa ville natale et qu'elle retombe sur Ethan Green, son amour de jeunesse, celui-ci est décidé à découvrir ce qu'elle cache et sera prêt à tout pour la protéger, au dépend de sa propre vie.

Suis-je maudite ? comment la déesse de la lune a pu m'attribuer deux compagnons ?un loup et un hybride . Je suis dans la merde. Aucun des n'est commode, un hybride (vampire-sorcier , qui cache un loup-garou) contre un lycan , n'est ce pas la fin du monde ? comment faire un choix. Et moi qui suis-je ?

Je m'appelle Ayana Mensah. À vingt-sept ans, j'avais tout. Une carrière, un fiancé, un mariage dans trois jours. Un soir, une porte poussée et en trois secondes, je découvre mon fiancé et ma meilleure amie enlacés dans notre lit. Deux ans de trahison. Un bébé en route. Mon cœur s'arrête. Quarante-trois secondes. Le Dr Adrien Koffi me ramène à la vie. Un homme tout aussi brisé que moi, qui cache un secret que je suis loin d'imaginer. Et pendant que je tombe amoureuse de mon sauveur, Mathias et Lola vivent ensemble la vie que j'avais planifiée. Mais Mathias décide de revenir. De me reconquérir. De reprendre ce qu'il a lui-même détruit. Mon cœur est déjà ailleurs. Quand l'homme qui t'a brisée revient te supplier, et que celui qui t'a sauvée cache encore des secrets, lequel est le plus dangereux ? Peut-on aimer à nouveau quand le dernier amour a failli te tuer ?

"Ne confondez jamais les papillons dans le ventre avec le véritable amour, surtout si la personne qui les provoque cache un poison. Car lorsque la vérité éclate, l'aveuglement est tel que vous vous demandez comment vous avez pu être si naïve... Découvrez l'histoire de Diana, une optimiste qui a tout donné à la mauvaise personne - son cœur, sa confiance, et presque son âme."

After dating me for a decade, Alfred Rodriguez officially admitted that he was in a relationship with someone else. It was not me but a popular young actress.Exhilarated, their fans created an online buzz about their dating. I posted a diamond ring on my Facebook, announcing that I'm getting married. Alfred called me."Delete that post. Don't even think about forcing me to marry you in this way. I've just got my reputation in the entertainment circle and announced a relationship. I can't marry you now..." "Mr. Rodriguez, I'm marrying someone else. Come to my wedding party if you're free."I hung up. Alfred went mad. He called me countless times that night. On my wedding day, he turned up with red eyes and asked if I'd elope with him. What? How dare this guy seduce someone else's fiancée in public! What a pervert!

My college dormmate, who spread nasty rumors about me, sends me an e-invitation. "I'm marrying the richest man in the country and will soon be a trophy wife—I'll be leagues above you. Seeing as we were once dormmates, I'll begrudgingly allow you to be my bridesmaid. Don't miss this chance!" I frown. What is wrong with Jasmine Teach? I'm the country's richest person. When did a man overtake me? I want to block her number and delete the conversation, but I check the e-invitation to be sure. I'm stunned when I see the photo of her husband-to-be. Isn't that Harold Jackson, my husband? He's supposed to be on a business trip. My lips curve in a cold smile, and I type a response while gnashing my teeth. "I'd be honored to be your bridesmaid. I'll prepare a huge surprise for you, too."