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When eighteen year old Tara O’Shea moves into a dilapidated country estate she inherited from her grandmother, two handsome men come into her life. While both are vying for her love, one is actually a demonic soldier who has an ulterior motive. He is stalking her in order to gain possession of a crystal key that, unbeknownst to her, is hidden somewhere in her house. This very special key has the power to lock or unlock the portal to the evil Shadow Land. Fearing he’s losing ground to her other suitor, the soldier forces the issue with the help of his demonic creatures. Escaping is no easy task! She's grateful for the assistance of a magic woman, but will it be enough?

Tiffany Jones is beautiful, innocent and a straight-A student, straight from elementary school, well, until she met Zeke. She had a lot of bad experiences while growing up, but that didn't stop her from becoming the person she was. Except that she had very huge trust issues. In college, she's made to share a bedroom with who she calls a total jerk. Yup, that's him, Ezekiel Blakely, popularly known as Zeke. He's a bad boy. He's a player. He's dangerous. He's reckless. The two are seen and talked about in the college, making Tiffany get attention, which she dislikes. How's she gonna cope with such a jerk? Would she give in to his flirtatious character and risk it all or would she flee before it's too late? Keep reading to find out. "Why the f*** did you have to wear this," This time, he pinned me to the wall, completely taking me off guard. "Nerd you're turning me on," He said and then pressed himself against me. There was no doubt he was already turned on. Oh, God! He brought his face to my neck and breathed hotly against it, sending shivers to my body. He trailed one of his hands up to my dress and our breathing was already getting hot. With one hand on my waist and the other making its way to my bra he whispers, "Stop torturing little Zeke."

Le jour de notre anniversaire de mariage, la « muse » de mon mari a posté une échographie d’un fœtus sur Facebook, accompagnée d’un texte : « Merci à cet homme extraordinaire qui m’a soutenue pendant dix ans et m’a offert un fils. » J’ai failli m’évanouir en voyant ça, mais j’ai quand même laissé un commentaire : « Tu as eu un fils avec lui tandis que tu sais qu’il est marié ? » Quelques minutes plus tard, mon mari m’a appelée, furieux : « Tu vois le mal partout ! Je ne fais que lui prêter mon sperme pour une FIV. Elle voulait juste être maman célibataire. » Puis il a ajouté : « En plus, Réa est tombée enceinte du premier coup. Toi, tu as essayé trois fois et toujours rien. Ton ventre ne sert à rien ! » Trois jours avant, il m’avait dit qu’il partait à l’étranger pour affaires. Il ne répondait ni à mes appels ni à mes messages. Je pensais qu’il était occupé. Mais non. Il était avec elle pour son rendez-vous de suivi de grossesse. Une demi-heure plus tard, Réa a partagé une photo d’un festin. « Marre de la cuisine au Pays M. Et Luc a cuisiné pour moi, tout ce que j’aime ! » Je regardais les résultats de ma prise de sang confirmant ma grossesse, mes mains tremblantes, alors que ma joie se transformait en désespoir glacé. Huit ans d’amour fou. Six ans de compromis douloureux après le mariage. Cette fois, c’est fini. Je lâche tout.

The hot triplet step-brothers. A powerful bully alpha. A dotting royal blood vampire from past life. And a mischievous revenge driven half blood. One wolfless girl. All in one—a sensually sizzling fluff romance under one roof! Every man has only one aim; win Svetlana’s heart and mark her as mate. The prize? Moon stone and the girl. The reverse harem competition brings everyone’s true intentions. Lust, greed, pity, conspiracy and evil. Svetlana has to pick one man as per the rules. Each guy comes with his own burden and illicit intentions. How big of the risk will she take and for whom? Find out in this whore-ible experience of all the F’s one could think about.

“Just as pathetic as I remember you to be, sweetheart.” “I sleep with you because I’m unfortunate to be married to you so don’t bother reading between the lines.” Slapping his treacherous lips away from my own, I huff frantically. “I detest the sight of you, bastard.” He smirks throwing me against the filthy wall of the cave before whispering against my lips, “I know, sweetheart.” Fisting his shirt, I pull him in, “I’ll kill you someday for all your bullshit. The best part is I’ll be hailed as a hero for it.” I dig my nails into his side while digging my heels in his toes. Chuckling, he kissed me with a novel fervour. Too consumed with his taste on my tongue I don’t realize he had taken me off the floor. In times like these he made his hate achingly obvious by his rough groping. When after several seconds he is still ravaging my mouth, I slap his arm to gasp for air but he takes his sweet time devouring life out of me. He let me go only when my life flashes before my eyes. Caressing my hair as I huffed out puffs of air, he smirked. “Good Morning, Nafasm.” I'll remember to add getting away with murder on my bucket list. .... I had everything in life figured out and about half a year to get out of college and finally experience life (Breathy tone) but that's when Sienna, my bitch of a friend, asked me for a favor. Why the hell am I kidnapped? And what is with these people growling like rabid dogs? And please, can anyone tell me why the f*ck, AM I GETTING MARRIED TO THEIR HUNK OF A GANG LEADER WITH UNNATURAL GLOWING EYES?

Je suis morte le jour où je devais recevoir la médaille du service distingué de la meute. Trois heures après ma mort, mes parents, mon frère et mon compagnon venaient de terminer la fête de remise du diplôme qu'ils avaient organisée pour ma sœur. Pendant que ma sœur Élise publiait une photo de famille chaleureuse sur Instagram, j'étais enfermée dans notre sous-sol, appuyant sur mon téléphone avec ma langue pour appeler à l'aide. La seule personne qui a répondu était mon compagnon, Richard. Tout ce qu'il a dit, c'était : « Sophie, arrête de faire des histoires. La fête de remise du diplôme d'Élise est importante. Assez de crises de colère ! » C'était la quatre-vingt-dix-neuvième fois qu'ils faisaient cela. Je gisais dans une mare de mon propre sang, les poumons immobiles. Ils pensaient que je faisais juste une scène, que je me cachais quelque part, que s'ils me donnaient une leçon, je reviendrais en rampant. Mais ils ne savaient pas, j'étais à la maison tout ce temps. J'étais déjà morte.

Ever wished life could be more interesting? Then be careful about what you wish for... Chloe Tennyson is an 18-year-old wolf-less spoilt princess who had everything easy for her until one day a heartbreak leads her to commit a grave sin by sending some Rogues to kill her frenemy all because she and her boyfriend were fated mates and not her... But when the cruel deed is done, and the Alpha her father finds out what she has done. He immediately sends her away from the pack to a ruthless friend Alpha for disciplinary action and protection from the rebelling pack mates... But things don't go as planned because it seems the ruthless older unmated Alpha is attracted to the spoilt princess... His wolf won't give him a break. *** "Behave," he said icily when I grabbed his crotch. "What is it? Can't handle a sexy woman like me, AlPHA?" I mocked haughtily. He scoffed. A smirk crossed my lips when I felt him grow under my palm. He grabbed my throat and squeezed, earning a gasp from me. "Continue teasing me like that and I'll make you beg me to f**k you." I huffed a laugh while rolling my eyes, "I've never begged for anything in my life... Instead, you will beg me to f**k you."

Azalea grew up in a male dominated pack. The daughter of an Alpha who was used to secure an alliance with a neighboring Alpha. She is promised to be handed over when she turns 18. She has other plans. Shortly before her 16th birthday those plans have to be pushed forward when her pack is raided and she goes on the run. She disappears into the city. Drake, is a warrior and the mate of a diplomat sent to handle relations with an American pack from his pack outside of London. Things take a turn for the worst and his mate, Sonja is killed. But fate is funny and has plans for him, yet. The hybrid Vampire/Werewolf has a second chance mate and it isn’t who everyone is expecting. 12 Year old Ezekiel just celebrated his birthday and he knows al what a bastard his father can be. He sneaks to keep an eye on him during his meeting with the diplomat and when things go south and bloodshed, death and mayhem ensue, he gets knocked out. His dreams swim with a blend of reality and fantasy as he imagines himself in his sister’s body and then in the hybrid, Drake’s. If he were his sister, he could freely and openly love a man such as Drake, but he has been taught, his entire life that love between men is wrong, vile and unnatural, then why when he wakes up after a 6 year coma does it seem so right to learn that Drake is his mate? Where has Azalea gone? Will they be able to find her so that he doesn’t have to become Alpha, or is he stuck with a destiny he can’t escape?

La guerre entre les êtres surnaturels de Loup Montagne fait rage lorsque Missy's perdu depuis longtemps les grands-parents apparaissent et elle apprend qu'elle est de sang royal fairy. Insatisfaite de son choix dans l'amour, non seulement son grand-père tente de la persuader de repenser son choix dans les hommes, mais il veut qu'elle poursuivre son héritage - qui avait quelque chose de son père rejeté et la raison pour laquelle elle avait été élevée comme une humaine jusqu'après sa mort. Avec sa mère, à présent un loup et son véritable amour un vampire, Missy doit décider entre la vie la vie qu'elle avait appris à aimer sur la montagne du loup ou de la décision d'un royaume qu'elle n'avait jamais connu, mais jugée une fascinante et agréable lieu de l'être. "Missy’s Sélection est le dernier de la sexy, sombre, et passionnante trilogie "Un Loup Affaire."

Deux jours avant le Noël, mon petit ami Guillaume avait prévu d'emmener sa assistante passer les fêtes à la mer. Sans un mot, je lui avais préparé ses valises avec tout le soin. Lui, en retour, m'avait raillée en insinuant que j'étais enceinte et plus compréhensive. Lorsqu'il était parti, je m'étais rendue à la clinique et j'avais subi une interruption volontaire de grossesse. Car dans ma vie antérieure, quand j'avais voulu garder Guillaume à la maison, son assistante avait été brutalement assassinée sur la plage. Guillaume a eu l'air calme, mais avant mon accouchement, il m'avait horriblement trahie, il avait ouvert mon ventre et il a étranglé notre bébé avant même qu'il n'ait pris son premier souffle. Cette cruauté m'avait révélé qu'il nourrissait depuis toujours une haine tenace vers moi. Après la renaissance, j'avais juré de lui faire perdre absolument tout.