Gideon Cod

Prisca, alias Prisca Ese Gideon, is a fast-rising diva who gets into trouble after photos and videos of herself being intimate with her boyfriend gets leaked on the internet. Her fame and success in the music industry begins to crumble. Her family dissociates from her, she loses many big money endorsement deals, and worse of all, she loses her fan base. The public now sees her as a sex object, making fun and dirty jokes about her. Due to these actions, she isolates herself from the public, vowing to herself never to speak to anyone or have a personal relationship with any person in particular. Months after her rock-bottom escapades, she finds love in the hands of a die-hard fan, Diri, who helps her get back at her boyfriend, Clem (sound engineer of S.K. records, the same record label Prisca was signed into) and helps her get over her rock bottom experiences.

“It only took one bite to tie my fate to five rivals. Now they’ll fight themselves and burn the world to own me." Nova Sterling is a girl on the run with no escape from the darkness chasing her. She wears a wolf necklace that burns her skin. She triggers a war when she bites Kieran Mercer, heir to the wealthiest pack. Now, Five Alphas claim her. There’s… - Kieran, who claimed her with a single touch. - Vaughn, the tech genius with ice in his veins. - Jace, the knife-wielding playboy with darker intentions. -Gideon, the soldier with scars who swears to protect her. -Callan, the shadow who knows her mother’s secrets. She encounters mirrors that warn her. Her ghostly twins deceive and hunt her from within. And as the Blood Moon rises, Nova learns she’s not the prize. She’s their destruction. Perfect For readers who crave ruthless Alphas, twisted secrets, and a heroine who bites back. Tropes #ReverseHarem #DarkRomance #WerewolfAcademy #TouchHerAndDie #BetrayalToLust

"Imagine, a witch who could level a city with a thought. Who could manipulate the very fabric of reality. Who could bring empires to their knees with a whispered incantation." In a world where witches and vampires are instinctive enemies, an unlikely romance blossoms between Lilith "Lily" Winters and Caspian Ravencroft. Their forbidden attraction sparks one fateful night when Lily encounters the mysterious Caspian while out clubbing with her witch friends Fern and Elena. Though natural adversaries, they find themselves inexplicably drawn to one another, unable to heed their innate urges to destroy the other. Elena senses the danger, trying in vain to dissuade Lily from pursuing the undead stranger. As Lily and Caspian's clandestine relationship intensifies, their passion burning hotter than the fires of a thousand suns, they must conceal their affair from their rival covens. For the cruel Gideon Thorne, a witch hunter turned vampire, has been relentlessly hunting Lily and her powerful bloodline for decades, obsessed with stealing her extraordinary abilities for himself.

After my younger sister went abroad, I married the mafia Don in her place. Five years after we married, we became each other’s greatest enemies. He hated me for driving my sister away and scheming my way into becoming his wife. I hated him for always treating me as a stand-in, never once acknowledging me in front of the world. My lack of status brought humiliation to my vain parents, and from that moment on, their love for me turned into hatred. In the end, he and my parents left me behind on a snowy mountain while celebrating Christmas with my sister. In the bitter cold, I died together with the child I never got to meet. Meanwhile, my sister basked in everyone’s love and had the happiest Christmas of her life. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day my sister returned from abroad. This time, I would not beg Gideon or my parents to love me ever again.

Avery watched her boyfriend Ryan cheating with her half sister Zara right in front of her eyes on the Mating Day, the day she was meant to be claimed by Ryan as his chosen mate. The worse thing is that Ryan and Zara had the right to do so, because they just found out they were fated mates. Heartbroken, Avery fleed into the forest, only to fell into the arms of a dangerous stranger whose scent triggered her mating heat. Avery believed he was a rogue, so she just wanted one night of forbidden passion in the dark and ran away the next morning without even knowing what he looked like exactly. However, after she got home, she panicked as she found out she was marked by that stranger... Avery's father threatened to kill her if she couldn't secure a husband who could accept her. Just when Avery thought no one would want a marked girl, Alpha Gideon choose her as his bride, and something about him just seemed familiar....

Jean-Baptiste Messier nous livre ici un recueil de nouvelles érotiques torrides à souhait. Toutes ont été saluées par les lecteurs à part une nouvelle inédite « Ma lecture de vacances » qui dénote par sa perversité assumée. On retrouve avec délice et dans l’ordre : Un train d’enfer, Femme-chatte, nuit féline, Le lys noir, La féministe et le peintre, Ma lecture de vacances, L’impossible retour, La femme du sculpteur, Sex-toy au journal télévisé, Ma femme avec une femme (vengeance de femme), Hotline. Il y en a pour tous les goûts et même plus que ça ! « Sexe, mensonges et vidéos… quoi de plus déroutant et excitant pour un homme viril de voir son épouse sexy succomber à une autre femme… Mouss va en faire les frais… entre désirs et jalousie… plaisirs érotiques… et quel dénouement… encore une fois la plume de Jean-Baptiste Messier m’aura transporté aux confins du plaisir » Valérie L « un coté doux rêveur qui se raccroche à son monde présent dans le regret de ses fantasmes. des dialogues codés, des sous-entendus qui ouvrent les portes de sensations tactiles « non sages ». Les mots effleurent puis enflamment notre libido. j’y ai trouvé beaucoup d’humour…L’Asie et la Scandinavie. Deux autres fantasmes, dans l’esprit masculin, ici revisités par Jean-Baptiste Messier. » Eva C. « La plume est franche, très masculine y compris dans la description de la scène sensuelle, cependant j’ai aimé ce vocabulaire cru sans être vulgaire, dernier instant pour deux hommes qui savent qu’ils vont mourir. Un français impeccable, un mystère qui reste entier car trop peu d’éléments dans un si court récit pour bien s’imprégner et pourtant il y a un petit quelque chose qui vous attire. » Samba

At the very moment Phoebe Stanton miscarries, her husband, Connor Russell, is celebrating the return of his first love. To him, her three years of devotion and companionship mean nothing more than being a live-in maid and cook. Phoebe gives up on him and decides to divorce. Everyone in their circle knows that Phoebe is clingy and impossible to shake off. "I bet she'll come crawling in a day." Connor sneers. "A day? That's too long—half a day at most." But the moment Phoebe signs the divorce papers, she decides never to look back. She throws herself into a new life. She revives her career, which she once abandoned, builds new connections, and meets new people. As time goes on, Connor no longer sees even a trace of Phoebe at home. He begins to panic. At an industry summit, he finally spots her, surrounded by admirers. Desperate, he pushes forward. "Phoebe, haven't you had enough of this tantrum?" But Gideon Blackwood suddenly steps in front of her, shoving Connor aside, his very demeanor chilling the air. "Don't touch my woman." Connor has never loved Phoebe. But now that he does, it's already too late. There's no longer a place for him in her world.

"Can I taste you down there?" He said and I swallowed. "I want to claim you." His words disrupted my thoughts and I inhaled in a sharp breath. "When you fell on my hands before practically falling on the floor, I knew I just had to have you." His deep voice reverberated throughout the empty room. He was sounded confident—no he was confident. "Even if it's for a night." “I want to feel your skin on fire. I want to inhale the sharp of your breath as blood rushes through your body. Tell me bunny, are you wet right now?” He asked and I inhaled sharply. He growled. She was Fire, and he wanted to consume every bit of her. It was supposed to be a one night of fun, letting go and celebrating graduation from college. That was all Emma had bargained herself for. He was Gideon, the owner of the biggest club in New York and few other countries. A typical player? No that wasn't the type of man he was, but that didn't mean he didn't mind having some fun occasionally. Or maybe more than occasionally. What then happens when the one night of fun revolves into a forever when an unnerving situation binds both parties together? Would they be able to make the best out of the situation or would it turn out to be a disaster?

(Witchita Series #1) On the evening of Santacruzan, I met Gideon, the consort of my life. Months later, we grew closer to each other, but then... he found out about the bet and we split up. Weeks after our breakup, he confronted and told me, “Panagutan mo ako... Buntis ako," and I was like, “Gago ka ba?” Days after my family revealed our biggest secrets, I made up my list. To do: 1. Get to know more about my family's identity, history, and special ability (especially in dealing with a pregnant male partner!) 2. Master my family's craft — witchcraft. 3. Attend to Deon's needs, assist, and take care of him. 4. Protect and keep him away from his pack for nine months (or else our child's gonna get killed because Deon's a son of an alpha b*tch!) 5. Plan about our child's financial support and our parental setup. 6. Make sure that the whole pregnancy experience will be tolerable for the first-time mommy (or pappy or whatsoever, I don't really know what to call him, geez...) 7. The child should stay with my family after Deon gave birth because he or she belongs to us, to the kind who needs to keep hiding. 8. And the most important thing to do, love my child with all my heart, mind, and Witchita soul. I am Angie Lou Pereira, a Witchita, and this is my guide to successful parenting.

“See, malyshka, you walk in here wearing that little skirt and dare to talk about modesty?” I glanced down at my blazer skirt, heat crawling up my neck as his gaze dragged over my legs. “If I weren’t your patient…” He turned slightly, gesturing to the examination bed, his voice dropped dangerously low, “I'd put you right there and demonstrate… “Mr. Ferrari!” I snapped, leaping to my feet, my heartbeat pounding in my ear now. I had never met a man as vulgar, audacious, and devastatingly magnetic as Gideon Ferrari, especially not one wearing a hospital gown. My first therapy session with the sex-addict patient who should have been a simple case… became the moment my ordinary world spinned off its axis. I wasn’t supposed to think of him. I wasn’t supposed to dream of him. And I definitely wasn’t supposed to wake up breathless, aching, and ashamed of how desperately I wanted him. I prayed I’d never see him again. But part of me wondered, hoped, if he’d ever cross my path once more. When he did, everything changed. It became clear that there was more to this infuriating gorgeous Russian than meets the eye. He seemed too willingly to carry my weight and I had deep wounds from the past that needed healing but the problem was, he's already taken. Will we get away with satisfying our deepest dark desires in secret or will he eventually step up and claim me as his forever?