El Alfa Sin Corazón

“A forbidden fruit he can’t resist.” A hardworking perfumer, Arella Rogue violated rules once and shared a passionate night with a stranger. After seven years, a twisted fate brings them together, but her heart is still raw to gamble over her unrecompensed feelings. An optimistic and charismatic businessman, Skipper Linton’s plan crumbles like his heart the moment he meets the woman he once knew. Their scorching passion reignites, but there’s a slight problem—she’s forbidden fruit he shouldn’t bite. If there's one thing Arella learned from her past—it’s not to play with fire. But the more she pulls away, fate brings them closer. And one long-buried secret can change their lives forever.

Los Angeles was supposed to be my home. Instead, it had always felt like a golden cage. The Smith mansion stood tall behind iron gates, glittering with wealth and silence. Servants bowed. Cameras watched every corner. And the man who called himself my uncle smiled sweetly for the world while hiding knives behind his back. I was seventeen when I heard the truth. “He will take care of the girl tonight,” my uncle said over the phone, his voice calm. “Make it look like an accident.” The girl. He meant me. Fear became the only thing that kept my legs moving. I ran from the driver who was meant to take me home, sprinting through unfamiliar streets until the bright city lights disappeared and the world turned darker. Detroit. Wrong place. Wrong time. Engines roared in the distance when I saw him. A man sitting on a black motorcycle like a shadow carved from danger. Tattoos curled up his neck. His eyes were cold enough to freeze the night. Everyone knew men like him were monsters. But monsters were sometimes the only ones who could save you. I jumped onto the back of his motorcycle and wrapped my arms around his waist. “Please,” I whispered. “Help me.” That single moment would destroy his life. And change mine forever. *******

I feel his eyes on me, staring through the darkness—darkness as black as his soul. As the fiancée of a rich state senator, I should be living the easy life, but that’s not how it is for me. My mother’s sick with cancer, my fiancé smells like women’s perfume, and I’m not sure he even loves me. When I start to sense someone watching me, I should be terrified. Instead, I’m electrified. Kidnapped, held in a small room, but not tortured, I’m given a chance to study this man behind the mask. He’s intriguing in ways he shouldn’t be. He excites me in places I’ve never felt before. Should I give into the enticement and taste his sin? Or try to return to my regular life with a man I cannot trust who probably doesn’t care about me at all? It’s tempting—that’s for damn sure. Tempted by Sin is a steamy dark stalker romance that might be triggering to some. You won’t want to miss the shocking twist at the end!

Aquel día, en nuestro quinto aniversario de boda, recibí una llamada. Era el encargado del fondo familiar: le avisaba que una de las piezas almacenadas estaba por vencer y debía retirarla cuanto antes. Mi esposo, Mateo Fuentes, también conocido como el jefe de la mafia, estaba tan ocupado que ni siquiera se tomó un minuto para pensarlo. Así que decidí ir yo a recoger la caja. Dentro encontré un rollo de película antigua. El responsable me advirtió que, si no la revelaba pronto, el material se estropearía con el tiempo. Cuando por fin la revelé, cada fotografía mostraba a Mateo con Elsa Lara, su primer amor, sonriendo de una forma tan dulce que me dejó sin aliento. Y en todos sus álbumes, ni una sola foto mía. De repente, la puerta de la oficina se abrió de golpe. Mateo entró alterado, visiblemente molesto, y preguntó con impaciencia: —¿Anita Silva, estás revisando mi privacidad? Lo miré con calma. No grité, no pregunté nada. Solo dije: —Divorcémonos. Su expresión se endureció. Sin decir una palabra, tomó las fotos y las metió en la trituradora. Cuando el ruido cesó, se giró hacia mí y soltó: —Ya las destruí. ¿Y aun así quieres divorciarte? Una sonrisa amarga se me escapó. —Sí.

A king with a secret. A lover he can only touch in darkness. Fourteen days to confess or watch the kingdom burn. Daemon Ashford has ruled Valdris for five years as the Winter King cold, untouchable, a perfect monument to duty. But behind locked doors, he’s someone else entirely. Someone who kneels. Someone who surrenders. Someone who loves Cassian Vale with the kind of desperation that could topple empires. For ten years, they’ve hidden. For ten years, they’ve been careful. But careful isn’t careful enough.

Fawn Jones doesn’t get a chance to resolve the issues with her marriage. No, she gets murdered in her own bathtub. Drowned by the husband she hated after he had moved his mistress into their bed, Fawn’s last lucid thought is a promise before death. "I will not stay weak. I will make you pay. If not in this life, then the next." Then she wakes up. Different room. Different body. Different life. Cassandra Huntington – rich, infamous, beautiful in a way Fawn never had been. Cassie had been in a coma for six months after a car crash. Her billionaire husband, Blake, had just signed the paperwork to turn off her life support when she suddenly started breathing on her own. Now everyone thinks Fawn is Cassandra. The media calls it a miracle. Blake calls it complicated. The woman wearing his wife’s face is softer, sharper, funnier… and so tempting he hates himself for wanting her. Fawn calls it an opportunity for revenge. Her killers are still out there. Her old body is in the ground under a lie. And the only weapons she has now are Cassandra’s money, Cassandra’s reputation… and Cassandra’s husband. So, she plays the role. Learns to walk in six-inch heels. Smiles for the cameras. Seduces a man who once couldn’t stand his wife and now can’t seem to stay away from her. While she quietly buys into the company that ruined her old life. While she gets close enough to the man who killed her to watch him crack. They drowned the wrong woman. Now she’s awake. And she’s not done.

WARNING: Things heat up from chapter 9… proceed only if you can handle ALL THREE. *** They each stepped forward, hungry for me to choose, but I let them burn a little longer. My eyes roam over all of them, slow and wicked. A smirk curved my lips. “I don’t want one,” I purred. “I want all of you. Every single one. All at once.” *** Calla thought she could escape the past. But the moment she steps into her stepfather’s mansion, the powerful Alpha, she comes face-to-face with the three most dangerous, irresistible, and infuriating men she’s ever known. They are rich, cunning, and deadly handsome. They are her stepbrothers, triplets and her mates. Bound by a bond she never consented to, torn between desire and taboo, Calla must navigate lust, betrayal, and secrets that could destroy them all. In a world where power, passion, and obsession collide, the question remains: who will survive the Sin… and who will surrender?

Henry—Ojalá pudiéramos quedarnos aquí así para siempre.—Pronto, mi amor. Pronto podré tocarte, sentirte y devorarte por completo...—Desearía que ese día se apresurara ya. Te deseo, Henry.Mae—¿No estoy... apareada con Henry?—¡Eso es imposible! Seguramente la Diosa de la Luna cometió un error.—Ella nunca comete errores.***Mae sabe en el fondo de su corazón que Henry es su pareja predestinada, su verdadero amor. Están ansiosos por comenzar sus vidas juntos. Pero Circe, que siempre ha estado enamorada de Henry, no quiere que eso ocurra, así que recurre a la ayuda de una bruja para conseguir lo que quiere: a Henry. Mae y Henry se ven obligados a encontrar la forma de revertir el hechizo que se les ha lanzado y evitar la guerra entre las manadas para poder estar juntos. Cuando todo parece perdido y sin esperanza, ¿conseguirán Mae y Henry ser felices para siempre? ***"Pareja Alfa robada" es una obra de Claire Wilkins, autora de eGlobal Creative Publishing.

Antonio 'Tony' Santa De Leones. The CIA's black sheep. Foul mouthed. Rude. Known for his penchant for pretty little things. A weakness, they said. But Tony beg to differ. Suspended and very bitter. He flies to Italy. Spends one night drowning his regrets in the arms of a beautiful stranger. A man. A mistake? No. Not a mistake. Then, Tony's past comes knocking. His real past. The CIA found out, that he came from a long line of Mafia royalty. Also a black sheep to that family. The CIA wants him to go undercover in the very mafia he was born into—the family that disowned him. The legacy he buried. And their bait? Reinstate his rank. Reclaim his pride. And what will he get in turn? A chance to burn his bloodline from the inside. But nothing could prepare him for what he finds out. The mysterious one night stand? His name was Angel. The prized possession of a rival mafia leader. And the key to everything. Tony should just act. Use Angel how he see fit. Then discard him. But he's already addicted. Obsessed. And in the criminal underworld where loyalty is a lie and love is a weakness? Obsession can be deadly.

En mi vida pasada, Leon, el Alfa que se suponía que completaría conmigo la ceremonia de marcado, cambió de repente a su compañera elegida por mi hermana menor, Rose, justo el día del ritual. Al verlos a los dos comportarse con tanta intimidad, una oleada de humillación me barrió por dentro. Sin embargo, justo cuando estaba a punto de dar un paso al frente y exigir una explicación, la manada fue atacada por sorpresa. Los tres morimos en el motín. Cuando volví a abrir los ojos, había regresado al día de la ceremonia de marcado. Esta vez, decidí cumplirles el deseo. Después de liderar a los miembros para sofocar el motín que habría ocurrido en mi vida pasada, dejé la manada y me adentré en la sociedad humana. Creí que en esta vida jamás volvería a cruzarme con ellos. No obstante, tres años después, el día de un banquete de cumpleaños, me reencontré inesperadamente con Rose y Leon. Rose se acurrucaba con timidez en los brazos de Leon, y me saludó con una expresión de sorpresa fingida. —¡Claire! ¿Qué haces en un banquete tan grandioso como este? ¿No te habías ido a vivir a la sociedad humana? Cuando guardé silencio, Rose se burló de mí con una risita. —¿No me digas que no pudiste sobrevivir en la sociedad humana y ahora quieres volver a la manada? Leon me miró de reojo, con un asco que ni siquiera intentó ocultar. —Jamás aceptaría dejar que regreses a la manada, ni aunque te arrodillaras a suplicármelo. Pero, pénsandolo bien, como mi esclava todavía calificas. Podríamos volver a como era antes. Sonreí, apenas. Yo estaba allí porque mi compañero era el nuevo Ultima de la Alianza de las manadas de lobos. Y ese exquisito banquete de cumpleaños había sido preparado especialmente para mí.