Fantôme

Blurb: Desire isn’t polite. It doesn’t knock. It doesn’t wait until you’re ready. It comes like a spark in the dark; unexpected, magnetic, impossible to ignore. This book was written for the readers who crave more… More heat. More tension. More forbidden touches and reckless nights. More moments that make your breath hitch, your pulse race, and your imagination run wild long.

In the pursuit of happiness, he yearns for a love uncertain and burns with a fire that sets one man's frigid heart aflame. Will this romance be broken in Brooklyn or made in Manhattan? River Kennedi's heartbreak and a new lease on life sends him neck-deep into the corporate world when a ubiquitous Sebastian Black sets his sights on his skills with numbers and strange luck with making money.

I’m done with men! Not because I hate them, but because everyone I meet, and is just fine enough to pique my interest, I compare to him. And it ends right there and then. The ridiculous thing is that my love interest isn’t real. He is a figure that hunts my nights and brings pleasure into the few seconds that I’m captured by my sleep paralysis. I know that, and I am totally okay with it. Just as I start a new job, and my life seems to take a better turn, determined to forget the man from the shadows, I find my forbidden pleasure standing right in front of me. Suddenly my dream man wears a tailored suit and frowns at me. He is my boss. And he is very real.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT Elena is a simple and naive country girl who falls hopelessly in love with Kyle from the moment she sets her eyes on him, even though he seems way out of her league. Things surprisingly seem to work out in her favor as Kyle takes an interest in her and promises to marry her. What happens when Elena gets heartbroken and Kyle disappears without a trace?

Adriano Ferrari is the Capo of the Lato Oscuro Mafia organization. As, Capo one thing that is expected of him is that he must have a wife. He begrudgingly agrees to take a wife and he struggles to make the marriage work as he feels like marriage was a big waste of time. He also has a lot of darkness and skeletons in his closet that he's afraid to bring her into. Ismeralda Romano is the daughter of the Consigliere of the Lato Oscuro. Like every girl in the Mafia, she is to be married off by the time she is eighteen. Ismeralda has already prepared herself for marriage but what she didn't prepare herself for was that she would be married to a stone, cold-hearted man who would by all means push her away. Ismeralda vows to make her marriage work and she makes it her goal to show Adriano the brighter things in life. In their crazy world, will her plan to save her husband and her marriage work?

When I was ten, my mother married into the Corleone family, and I followed her into that house. Before Vincent Corleone learned to hate me, he had once treated me like a real little sister. Later, he became the one who hurt me most. He believed my mother had driven his own mother to her death, and from that day on, he made sure I paid for it. Humiliation, contempt, cruelty—he never spared me any of it. Then Leo Moretti, Vincent’s closest friend, confessed that he loved me. I thought he was my way out. I was wrong. The morning after I gave him my first time, I overheard him speaking to Vincent behind a half-closed door. “I got the photos from her first night,” Leo said quietly. “Are you really going to make them public?” Vincent’s voice was cold enough to freeze my blood. “She owes my mother a life. If I can’t take that, then I’ll make sure she pays another way. I want her ruined.” That was the moment I understood. The tenderness had been fake. The love had been a trap. And the man I had trusted most had been waiting all along to destroy me. What they didn’t know was that two weeks earlier, I had already received an invitation from Professor Evans at the world’s top international medical research institute. So this time, I left first. And I was never coming back.

After a car accident, my wife loses her memory. She throws herself into her first love's arms and frantically aborts our child. When I confront her in despair, she looks at me with nothing but contempt. "Why would I keep some child when I don't even know who the father is? You're really shameless, pulling this stunt just to avoid splitting the assets." What she doesn't know is that I have made a deal with the system to bring her back to life. By the time she remembers everything, she's already searching desperately for me all over the world. But I can never return.

My husband, Jacob Morris, wrongly believed that I had pushed the woman he loved down the stairs. So, he locked me in the basement to make me reflect on my actions. He hired people to punish me, trying to break my spirit. I suffered inhumane torture. My tendons were cut, and my face was disfigured. Four years later, he finally remembered me and let me out. But by then, I was too broken to love him anymore.

El día que papá asistió a una fiesta con su ex y se volvió tendencia, todos se burlaban de mi mamá. Decían que había dejado atrás una gran carrera para entrar en una familia rica, pero después de treinta años seguía sin nombre ni lugar, sin siquiera el valor de reclamarle a la amante. Después de tanto llorar, mamá me miró cansada. —Él me falló primero, así que yo tampoco lo quiero. —Amanda, ¿te vas conmigo? Justo entonces sonó mi celular. Era un mensaje de mi novio de siete años: "Amanda, solo es un acta de matrimonio. ¿No podemos seguir como novios?" Guardé silencio unos segundos antes de asentir. Así fue que, el mismo día de su boda, mamá y yo desaparecimos entre las llamas de la mansión.

El hotel me llamó para recordarme de forma sutil que anoche olvidé pagar los condones que usé, y que ya habían descontado el importe de mi tarjeta de membresía. Yo estaba algo confundida; ayer trabajé horas extras hasta muy tarde, ni siquiera estuve en un hotel. Pregunté a mi esposo, el único que sabía el número de mi tarjeta, sobre qué demonios había pasado. Él me miró con cara de total desconcierto. —Cariño, esa habitación cuesta más de diez mil la noche, ¿cómo iba yo a gastar eso? Seguro que fue un error del sistema. —Habrá sido alguien que ingresó mal el número de la membresía. Mañana iré a poner una queja. Ya no perdí el tiempo hablando con él. La inversora de ese hotel es Ángela, mi mejor amiga. Le llamé directamente. —Querida, ayúdame a revisar con quién demonios se registró Víctor Soto anoche. ¡Voy a pillarlo en la infidelidad!