Lyrica Hale

"Keep your hands on the fucking desk." His voice is dark, as he presses my palm against the desk bending me over, his c*ck burying deep inside. "You like that?" he whispers against my ear. I whimper and arch my back further, trying to take him deeper despite the pain. I never thought I'd like this sort of thing, never thought I'd even try it. But here's Harlan, opening me up to a world of pleasure and vulgarity that I didn't even know existed, and fuck, it hurts, but it's so fucking good, I can't imagine stopping. "Yes," I breathe. He slaps me harder. His palm lands against the side of my face with an obscene smack that makes me feel sick and delighted and dirty all at once. I moan as he draws me closer to release. “Yes, what?!” he demands, pulling me up by my hair. “Yes, professor.” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Eden Shaw craves more than straight A's... she hungers for the forbidden gaze of her brooding professor, Harlan. What starts as stolen glances ignites into a dangerous game of dominance and desire, where every lecture hides a secret touch and every grade comes with a price. But when Eden uncovers Harlan's hidden past as Ethan Hale, heir to a fractured legacy, their illicit affair is endangered. In a world of powerplays and buried truths, can Eden submit to the man who owns her body... before he claims her heart? Because Harlan's past is not just painful, it's dangerous, and Eden is about to find out that loving him means entering a world she was never supposed to see. A world full of secrets. A name he no longer claims. And a choice that could destroy them both. ~ She wanted to impress him. Now she may have to save him.

Abigail Hale was nothing when billionaire Dominic Blackwood found her. She was broke, and desperate for survival and what began as a quiet arrangement turned into something neither of them expected: a connection so deep it felt fated. Like they were written in the stars, like they were meant to be together. He became her protector, her obsession, the man who made her believe she mattered. Then he betrayed her. To protect his empire and secure a political marriage, Dominic rejected Abigail publicly and framed her as a gold digger, and destroyed her reputation in one calculated move. She lost her job, her home, and her dignity, while he married another woman and pretended she never existed. He didn't go looking for her, no apologies just silence for years. He was wrong about everything. Years later, Abigail returns stronger, colder, and unrecognizable. She works at a mid-level position in a company she doesn't know is part of Dominic's shadow empire. But she's not just surviving anymore she has been planning, watching and waiting for the perfect moment to destroy everything he built because she knows secrets about the Blackwood empire that could burn it to ash. The moment Dominic sees her again, something inside him wakes up and the obsession returns again violent and possessive, the qualities that made her fall when they met. But there's something different about her now, something he can't place. She's not afraid anymore, not the scared waitress he helped out of the slums. She looks him in the eye and speaks with power now and even uses indirect insults. He starts buying everything around her including her apartment building, her workplace and every piece of her new life. He thinks he's trapping her but he doesn't realize she wants to be found.

After my mom, Margaret Hale, dies of a heart attack, she starts appearing in my sister Claire Dawson's dreams. In a dream, Mom tells Claire to climb Mount Mistwood before sunrise and burn the entrance ticket for her, or the other ghosts will bully her. Claire doesn't tell me anything. She packs a bag in the middle of the night and forces herself to the summit. While she's gasping her way up that mountain, I'm asleep at home when I suddenly go into cardiac arrest. I wake up in the emergency room with doctors shouting over me. I barely survive before Mom appears in Claire's dreams again. This time, she says skydiving is her last wish. If Claire doesn't do it for her, she won't rest in peace. Claire signs up right away, ignoring everything I say. But then, her parachute refuses to open, and she plummets toward the ground. Luckily, she gets snagged in a tree and walks away without a scratch. Meanwhile, I miss a step going downstairs, tumble to the bottom, end up covered in bruises, and break five ribs. While I'm recovering in the hospital, Mom shows up in Claire's dreams again. Now, she wants Claire to go to the South Pole for her, saying she can finally move on and be reincarnated once Claire completes the trip. Claire doesn't hesitate and books a tour on the spot. While she's taking pictures with penguins, I freeze to death back home during a 104-degree heatwave. Only after I die does it finally hit me that Mom's missions for Claire always end with me on death's doorstep. What I don't understand is how Mom keeps shifting the danger meant for Claire onto me instead. The next time I open my eyes, I'm back on the morning after Mom first appeared in Claire's dream.

L'entremetteur Wendy Marist a construit sa carrière en trouvant des matchs parfaits pour tout le monde sauf pour elle-même. Ainsi, lorsque la star du hockey Theon Hale, la meilleure amie grincheuse et terriblement séduisante de son frère, a besoin d'un rendez-vous pour le gala de Noël de son équipe, elle accepte. Juste une nuit. Strictement professionnel. Jusqu'à ce qu'il glisse une fausse bague de fiançailles sur son doigt devant sa famille. Maintenant, le monde entier pense qu'ils sont amoureux, et Wendy est obligée de jouer à la maison avec l'homme qui a joué dans ses fantasmes pendant des années. Entre les baisers volés pour la presse, les confessions de fin de soirée et l'attachement chaud de son fils de cinq ans à elle, les lignes entre le faux et le réel s'estompent dangereusement vite. Mais lorsqu'un ex vengeur refait surface avec des secrets mortels, le jeu devient sinistre. Des scandales explosent. Les mensonges se démêlent. Et quelqu'un fera tout pour les détruire tous les deux. Wendy pensait que la partie la plus difficile serait de protéger son cœur. Elle avait tort. Certaines personnes ne veulent pas seulement ruiner une romance, elles veulent l'enterrer. Ce Noël, l'amour n'est pas seulement un risque. C'est un pari qui pourrait tout leur coûter. Une fausse romance de vacances torride où le plus grand danger est de ne pas tomber amoureux. Il l'admet.

Rain era la pareja de la infancia de mi compañero. Cuando descubrió que yo había estado expuesta al acónito de cachorra, deslizó una cantidad mínima en mi sopa de champiñones. En el momento en que la tragué, un dolor abrasador me desgarró el pecho. Mis poderes se desvanecieron. Mi loba aulló en mi interior, retorciéndose de agonía. Presa del pánico, agarré mi frasco; años atrás, mi padre había recolectado agua de manantial sagrada que podía neutralizar el acónito, por si acaso. Pero ella también había cambiado eso. El frasco estaba lleno de la misma sopa envenenada. La sangre desapareció de mi rostro. Cada onza de fuerza abandonó mi cuerpo. Me desplomé, aferrándome a la pierna de mi compañero, Liam. —Por favor... he sido envenenada. Acónito. Tienes que ayudarme... Liam vaciló. Pero Rain se cruzó de brazos y se rio. —Liam, tu compañera realmente es toda una actriz. Es solo sopa de champiñones. He sido sanadora durante años y nunca he visto a nadie envenenarse con sopa. Los otros hombres lobo se unieron al ataque. —¡Corta el drama! Nadie se envenena con sopa de champiñones. —Está celosa de que Rain se convirtiera en sanadora. Quiere arruinar la celebración. El rostro de Liam volvió a volverse frío. —Rain es una sanadora. Si hubiera algo malo con la sopa, ella lo sabría. Estarás bien. Dejé de suplicar. Usé el último rastro de mi energía para contactar a través del vínculo mental con mi padre: el Alfa Hale de la manada de Granito.

On the day I was due to give birth to my twins, I bought up every dose of moonsleep suppressant in the healing den and forced my labor to stop. I endured the pain until the next day, just to watch my Alpha mate, Damien Thorne, stand before the entire Black Moon Pack and declare that Victoria Hale—the tenth mistress he had brought in to bear him an heir—had given birth first. Her child, he announced, would be the future heir of Black Moon. Only then did I finally breathe out and let my own twins come into the world. In my past life, Damien had been told he was unlikely to ever produce an heir of strong blood. Desperate to secure a successor, he brought one she-wolf after another into our pack and declared that whichever woman gave birth first, her child would inherit everything. But he promised me this: if I delivered first, he would send every last mistress away, and my children would be the only heirs of Black Moon. I believed him. So when I found out I was carrying twins, I thought the Moon Goddess had finally shown me mercy. But on the day I went into labor, what greeted me was not joy, but Damien’s rage. To protect Victoria and her pup’s claim, he forced my labor to stop and left my twins to die inside me, little by little. Then he dragged me to kneel before Victoria’s grave and smashed my head against the stone until blood covered my face. “Victoria had nothing,” he snarled. “I only wanted her child to become heir, so no one in this pack would ever dare look down on them.” “But you couldn’t even give her that. She died in labor. Her child died with her. You should pay for both their lives.” I was beaten to death before her grave. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day my twins were due. This time, I would not fight him. I would give Damien exactly what he wanted—the perfect family of three.