Echo Burning Summary

Denzel murmured into her ears, "I want to kiss and devour every inch of you till the entire pack hears you screaming my name." "Denzel..." Cinnia panted as pleasure shot through her body. ... Cinnia Ramilek, a remarkable werewolf-witch hybrid, has spent five years on the run until one night of wild passion with a magnetic stranger changes her life forever. Little does she know, this mysterious man is none other than Denzel Montgomery, the ruthless Lycan Prince and Alpha of the Nightfall Pack, and the intensity of their connection is undeniable. However, Cinnia's new reality is shattered when she uncovers a painful truth about Denzel. Overwhelmed by her conflicting emotions, Cinnia decides to distance herself from him, yet a detail that she can't ignore, tugs at her heart and leads her down a perilous path where burning desires and dangers intertwine.

I'm Olivia, For months i only dreamt of giving my virginity to my Boyfriend and Mate Ethan, but after my sister wickedly drugged me, I ended up sleeping with a man I never knew. "You have one month to find the man who defiled you or be ready for the consequences." My father said with no ounce of sympathy for me. I searched but never found the he-wolf, until I stumbled into the New moon's pack and met Alpha Mateo. He was cold, merciless and terrifyingly familiar. Now a contract ties me to him and I have no other choice than to accept. But how can my strange one-night stand he-wolf turn out to be the savage and powerful Alpha Mateo? With hate burning between us and a desire pulling us closer will be remain Enemies or surrender to the bond fate chose for us?

"He bought her name. She refused to surrender her soul." Elara Hawthorne’s father owed a fortune. Silas Vancewick came to collect. The heir to the Vancewick dynasty is a man carved from granite and control. His slate-grey eyes promise cold, absolute possession. Silas doesn't want a wife; he requires a pawn to secure his flawless legacy. But Elara, with her untamed copper defiance, is a queen forced into chains. Their forced marriage is a contract sealed in cold blood and burning resentment. Trapped in his opulent manor, they are engaged in a silent, suffocating war. Silas is obsessed with breaking the spirit he claims to despise. Elara fights for survival against the devastating realization that the only man who owns her name is the one who threatens to consume her heart. He demanded obedience. She promised war. The quiet hours of the night are their most terrifying battleground.

When all life suddenly changes, everything we have known so far turns out to be a big lie. They were like machines, puppets obeying orders. Devoid of the past. Without families, without friends, without identities. Their free will was taken away, they were forbidden to make their own decisions. They weren't even left with names - instead, they were marked with numbers. Their eyes were empty and their gazes cold as ice. Ruthless, brutal, merciless. Free of remorse, stripped of emotions and feelings. On her way home, Alex witnesses a gruesome event. She sees a group of people whose bodies are burning alive. In the middle stands an unknown boy wielding a deadly fire. The incident is so monstrous and inexplicable that the girl wonders if they are hallucinations or a product of her exuberant imagination. This theory quickly falls apart when, the next day, Alex comes face to face with the mysterious boy from the woods…

"Is she his mistress?" "No, She is his wife." He regretted passing the information when the facial expression of their Boss changed. The only link to reach the traitor would be her only. "Enjoy the meal boys and don't forget to cut down her every part before throwing her into the burning mansion." She thought death was her escape but found herself in the clutch of another monster because of his husband's betrayal. What she didn't know, was the sin that would be committed by her too. Entangling herself in forbidden love with another man even being married. The end of her torturous life opened another sinful path for her to take. The desire took its turn. Will she accept this life or make herself free from every possible shackle she had? Copyright 2020-2021 by Irene Davison (Esperanza) Paperback Available

AHEM *CLEARS THROAT* THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE CONTENTS THAT ARE VERY VIVID, IT'S NOT ALLOWED FOR ANYONE UNDER EIGHTEEN, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. There were secrets I kept from everyone else because I would be sent for counselling or even therapy if I ever told anybody about it but there was no way that I could control the burning desire I felt when I saw my step uncle. "Forbidden!" the voice in my head would warn but it doesn't stop the throbbing between my legs. I see the way he looks at me and I'm certain that he wouldn't be able to hold himself much longer, soon, we both would have to keep dirty secrets from everyone else because there is no way I would tell after he has had me tied to his bed.

Callahan Hastings is relentless when it comes to getting what he wants, and what he wants is me–to be his private chef in the Hamptons for the summer. My dream job served to me on a silver platter by one of the wealthiest members of Pembroke Hills Country Club. The only catch? He’s my ex-boyfriend’s older brother with a reputation for being as charming as he is cunning. But Cal doesn’t take no for an answer. He draws you in with flirty smiles and extravagant promises. I should have seen him coming, but I didn’t. I should have stayed away, but I couldn’t. His playful touches and burning gaze have ignited a fire in me. The more I resist him, the more irresistible he becomes. I've always known there's an expiration date on the job–an expiration date on us. But leaving isn't going to be easy with Cal on his knees, begging me to stay...

(COMPLETED) Krystal Hunter died with a broken heart, a knife in her back, and one regret—she finally won the damn lottery right before she died. Ten million dollars, untouched, deposited in the bank… wasted. Or so she thought. Because when Krystal wakes up in a hospital bed—very much not dead—the world has gone to economic hell. The global economy has collapsed, the dollar has depreciated into dust... and her forgotten bank account? Now worth one hundred billion. With the world burning and billionaires falling like flies, Krystal is no longer the girl they betrayed. She’s richer than empires, hungrier than ever, and back to collect what she’s owed—with interest. Ex-lovers, fake friends, and bloodthirsty siblings beware: She died once. She’s not dying quietly again. A deliciously savage romantic revenge comedy about wealth, power, payback, and kissing someone hot while the economy collapses.

In the third year of our marriage, Adrian Jones made me play a game of truth or dare—and when I lost, he told me to take the place of a nightclub hostess and perform a striptease. "Macie's too timid," he said. "You dance for her." Laughter erupted around us. "Adrian's a real sport—letting us watch his wife put on a show!" "Liliana's got a body to die for. I'm burning up just looking at her." Drenched in humiliation, surrounded by crude stares and filth, I finally cracked. My voice shook. "Adrian… I want a divorce." Before I could say more, a glass of red wine hit me square in the face. Adrian scoffed, "The Shaw family's already bankrupt. Where exactly do you think you'll go without me?" However, this time, I meant it. I was done.

I'm lying here, my body burning from within as the wolfsbane spreads through my veins. Meanwhile, my Alpha mate, Ryan, is giving the antidote I discovered to his childhood sweetheart, Vivian. With what little strength remains, I beg him to spare just a portion of the cure—enough to keep me alive for a few more days while I search for another remedy. Ryan doesn't even glance my way. He snarls, "I can't believe you're faking illness when Vivian is fighting for her life! Control your jealousy before I lose all respect for you!" Under his command, I'm confined to my quarters to "contemplate my sins." In the end, the wolfsbane consumes me completely. When Ryan discovers what he's done, he digs my grave with his own hands, howling with regret that comes too late.