Skin Hanabi

I stay on my knees waiting for him to tell me the reason why he came here and sent Jill away, trying my best to not look at his torso,wolves have heightened hearing I'm sure he could hear the violent beating of my heart and the intoxicating scent didn't make things better all I wanted was to lean into his touch. He wrapped his hand around my waist making me sit on the edge of the stone just his touch alone was making my skin buzz. "Ain't you ashamed of being out here, soaked to the bone and everything on display? Is this for Mark ,are you trying to seduce him?". I looked at him puzzled before what he said hit me " And if I am, what's that got to do with you Alpha?" I snap. I could see his eyes darken and his jaw tick .

It was supposed to be the perfect revenge. Just one night and then it would all be over. An eye for an eye, a betrayal for a betrayal. But the second his fingers touch my skin, it awakened something inside me…something that I shouldn’t be feeling for a man who was supposed to be off-limits. But why couldn’t I be the selfish one for once? Why couldn’t I steal him away, when my sister had done the same to me? But the more I taste him, the more I drown in this endless black hole of debauchery and desire...until I can no longer tell where he begins and where I end. The deeper I get, the harder it is for me to let go…to end this cycle of transgression that should’ve been just for one night. I might have tainted my soul, drowned in a sea of sin…but I wouldn’t be the only one going to hell. I know that when I fall, he’ll be right beside me.

Intrigue; something or someone who arouses curiosity or interest or fascination. For Grace Summers, Daniel Romano is the personification of that verb. A perfect stranger to have a perfectly wild one-night stand with, but he's definitely not the kind she wants in her life on a day-to-day basis. She has enough trouble as is, she doesn't need a rich playboy who can't take no for an answer. Intrigue; making secret plans to do something illicit. Oh, he has plans alright, and some of them can get him behind bars. Once Daniel has had a taste of the sensual beauty, he knows that once wasn't enough. And the plans he has for her....But God forbid, the stubborn woman is bent on keeping him from getting under her skin and her tight fitting corporate skirts. But, Daniel isn't a quitter. And the prim and proper Miss. Summers needs a few lessons in the bedroom on how to loosen up.

Five years into my marriage to Dante Moretti, the Don of the Chicago Outfit, the entire underworld knew he loved me more than life itself. He’d had a violin—for me—tattooed right next to his family crest, a symbol of loyalty that could never be erased. Until I got the photo from his mistress. A cocktail waitress, sprawled naked in his arms, her skin marred by the dark bruises of rough sex. She had scrawled her name right next to the violin he’d gotten for me. And my husband had let her. "Dante says only being inside me makes him feel like a man anymore. You can’t even get him hard anymore, can you, sweet Alessia? Maybe it’s time to step aside." I didn't reply. I just made a single call. “I need a new identity. And a plane ticket out.”

"Maybe it is true that there is always one who will get to you-that person with a special something that will let him sneak under your defenses." Lily feels there is no escape from the dark world she inhabits. At hindi na rin niya gustong makawala mula roon. And just as long as she relies only on herself, she knows she would be okay. Isa lang ang pakay ni James sa pagpipilit na makalapit kay Lily-ang gantihan ang babae sa ginawa nito sa kanyang kapatid. But as he tries to get under the woman's skin, he realizes the danger he is putting himself in-danger that is more emotional than physical. Because slowly, he finds he is being seduce to join her in the dark world she lives in. The Red room. Lust,love and pain- those are what Lily and James both share. And it seems neither of them wants to escape from that-just as long as they are both in on it.

“Cursed child. Bad omen. The Alpha’s doomed bride.” That’s what they called me since the night I was born under the blood moon. ****** Desdemona is a cursed child right from birth, her skin marked by the moon itself. In a society where humans despise werewolves, Desdemona carries the cruel fate of being bound to one. Hated. Mocked. Even her own parents look at her with disgust, showering love only on her perfect sister while treating her as nothing but a burden. But curses don’t break easily. And her destiny waits in the shadows — the day she becomes the Alpha’s Cursed Bride. When she is forced to marry Alpha Alaric. Sold out by her own people, betrayed by her family, she must now survive in a pack of wolves where every whisper and glance could mean death. And the prophecy hangs over her, will she live, or will the curse claim her first?

"Why are you here, Aaron?" The question was charged with the need to really uncover the truth. "Because," he said, his breath hot against my skin, "there's justice in redemption, and you, Roanne, seek for justice in the wrong place." Before I could process the weight of his words, his mouth was on mine, a kiss that stole the air from my lungs and branded me with a hunger I'd fought to forget. It was possession, it was power—it was a battle I wasn't sure I wanted to win. - Roanne is a sophomore who is seduced into a secret campus revenge society by new "friends" promising justice against elite misdeeds, but becomes entangled in an intricate web of romantic obsession, family empires, high society deceit and dangerous underground power plays. The most dangerous game she plays is to seduce her ex’s best friend, but what happens when he becomes the hunter and not the prey? The Revenge Club is created by Amelie Bergen, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

I have a proposal.” Nicholas softly stroked my skin as he watched me. “I want children. And I want you to help me with that.” He wanted me to give him a child! "In return, I will give you everything you could ever want.” - - - - - Orphaned and with no place to call home, Willow's only chance at happiness was to attend college. When her scholarship fell through, she could only contact Nicholas Rowe, a mysterious and downright sinful billionaire, to give her the money she rightfully deserves. How would she have known that not only would he be willing to fund her education, but he also wanted her to be the mother of his children! This was not part of the plan. But when faced with temptation, Willow could only accept the indecent proposal and fall into the older man's clutches. Will their relationship last? What will happen when the ghosts of Nicholas’ past appear to tear the couple apart? Can they survive the storm?

"One wish,” whispered Rica. “A love that will last forever.” Rica jumped out of her bed when she saw a man lying in the bed next to her. She stared at him, fascinated by his handsome face. He had an attractive aquiline nose which complemented his projecting cheekbones and alluring lips. His black glistening hair was coiffed to perfection. She closed her eyes. “This is just a dream,” she told herself pinching her own skin to wake herself up. “This is not a dream and I am your husband.” Her eyes widened as she stared at the manly figure standing in front of her. His perfect amber-colored eyes met hers. She opened her mouth, trying to speak, but no words came out. She was so confused. Yesterday, her boyfriend broke up with her, and now a stranger has appeared claiming they were married to each other. Is he the one she has been waiting for? A love that will last forever?

I was the ultimate pick-me girl at the office, and somehow, I ended up inside a horror game before New Year's Eve. Seeing the bloody lady crawling in the dark elevator, I screamed out loud. "Oh my gosh! Where did you get that lipstick? It's perfect! It makes your skin look three shades lighter!" The bloody lady blinked at me in confusion as I helped her up. She even recommended the exact lipstick shade. Then I turned around and came face-to-face with the chainsaw-psycho general manager with multiple personalities, swinging his weapon around. I tied a little bow on his chainsaw. "Everyone else only cares if your chainsaw is sharp. I'm the only one who cares if you're tired from swinging it all day." The monsters in the room looked at each other, all thinking the same thing… Why did this feel weirdly wholesome?