Waterproof Duct Tape

J'étais mariée à Victor Hérault pendant huit ans. Il a ramené quatre-vingt-dix-neuf femmes à la maison. Et ce soir, je regardais la centième. Une fille jeune, arrogante. Elle m'a jeté un regard provocateur avant de se tourner vers lui : « Victor, c'est ta femme inutile, celle-là ? » Il s'est affalé contre le dossier de son fauteuil et a répondu d'un ton paresseux. « Oui. » La fille s'est approchée de moi, m'a donné une tape sur la joue et a souri : « Ce soir, tu vas découvrir ce qu'une vraie femme sait faire ! » Ce soir-là, j'ai été forcée d'écouter leurs gémissements toute la nuit, dans le salon. Le lendemain matin, comme si de rien n'était, Victor m'a demandé de préparer le petit déjeuner. Je l'ai refusé. Il semblait oublier que notre mariage n'a jamais été d'amour, mais un simple contrat. Et aujourd'hui, c'était le troisième jour avant la fin de ce contrat.

At one of the exclusive private casino parties, my eyes landed on a diamond tiara. The catch? It was the prize for a high-stakes blackjack game. Luckily, poker happens to be one of my many sins. A girl named Elara—whom I once pitied enough to introduce to Throne, hoping she’d land a job—has now declared she wants the tiara too. Naïve. Probably thought beginner’s luck was a real thing. I figured, fine. Let the cards decide. If I win, I walk away with the tiara. If I lose, I’ll find another way to soothe my pride. Easy enough. Thorne, my ever-watchful husband, leaned in and murmured, “Go easy on her.” I didn’t. I won. Beat the dealer faster than her and won the tiara. That girl cried at the table. Thorne didn’t look impressed for once. He rather seemed... irritated. I thought it was for Elara’s sake. Turns out, it was for mine. A year later, same party, different stakes. The grand prize? My own sex video. While holding Elara in his arms, my husband said to me, voice almost amusing, “Don’t you like winning prizes? Then go on. Win our sex tape back.”

"What are you trying to do? Get the hell out of my office!" He yelled at me but I ignored all his rant and approached him on his office seat, having unzipped my skimpy top a little, so that he gets a pleasurable view of my huge , bulging out of it. "If you resist me, I will make sure to leak all your secret doings to the public, so that all can see who you really are. Your name will be on the papers by Monday, and you will lose the respect of your employees. I'm sure you wouldn't want that to happen? Why not just relax and me here and now? These are craving your lustful touch". "Get behind me Satan! You slow poison! You wouldn't dare blackmail me." "Oh really? Remember I still have the tape with me. You just wait and see. Dare to resist me now and I will go straight to the press and media." As he was still pondering on whether to succumb to my demands or not, I got closer to him and forcefully crashed my lips against his, as my huge soft collapsed on his hard chest. Just then, the door was opened and my colleague was standing with a camera, recording our romantic scene.

À l'étape de l'échange des alliances, mon mari n'a toujours pas prononcé le « oui, je veux l'épouser ». C'était simplement parce que son premier amour avait soudainement annoncé sa rupture, une heure auparavant. Elle avait publié une photo de billet d'avion, avec une heure d'arrivée prévue dans une heure. Mon frère est soudainement monté sur scène et a annoncé à tout le monde que le mariage avait été reporté. Ils m'ont laissée là, en parfaite entente, faisant de moi la risée de tous les invités. J'ai géré tout cela avec calme en regardant la mise à jour sur Instagram du premier amour de mon mari. Sur la photo, mon frère et mon mari étaient autour d'elle, lui offrant le meilleur de tout. J'ai souri amèrement en appelant mes parents biologiques : « Papa, maman, je suis prête à rentrer à la maison, j'accepte le mariage arrangé en tant que fille de notre famille des Thomas. »

Penelope Davenport—perfect Luna, devoted mate, strategic partner—thinks she is a smart woman who built an unbeatable empire beside her Alpha husband. Until the sex tape message that shatters her and instantly makes her realize that she had only ever been a stepping stone. But her unremorseful alpha husband rejects her when she confronts him, calling her infertile and casts her aside for his mistress—a cruel widow who has hated her all along. By nightfall, Penelope is kidnapped to be used as leverage in a struggle between pack Alphas grasping at power and authority.  When her husband is offered the chance to come and save her, he tells them to kill her and get her off his hands. And so they do, unaware that Penelope had been thrown under the bus. But death is not the end. Penelope wakes two hours before the public proposal that once sealed her fate and this time she refuses to be sacrificed.  She rejects her mate afore the entire elite circle and exposes his affair, claiming that she has already moved on. She kisses a stranger walking into the room on impulse to cement this and he turns out to be Lorcan Callahan—the most powerful young Alpha heir in the country. What no one knows is that Lorcan remembers dying too, and this time, he refuses to lose his mate again. Now bound by a contract marriage and a shared thirst for retribution, Penelope and Lorcan will dismantle empires because revenge is always sweeter the second time around.

Warning: This book contains mature themes, BDSM content and is not suitable for younger readers. Five years ago, Summer Rodriguez was framed for a murder she did not commit. Her mother betrayed her. Her twin sister walked away from her. The world chose to believe the worst. Summer lost her freedom, her future, and the life she had worked for. Now she is out of prison, and she wants everything stolen from her. That includes the man her sister is about to marry. Kirill Volkov is a Russian trillionaire CEO who is brilliant, cold, and haunted. He lives with obsessive compulsions and a mind that sometimes forgets recent events and sometimes forgets faces. Yet for reasons he cannot explain, he never forgets Summer. Love is dangerous for him. Whenever he starts to feel anything close to it, his body responds with frightening physical collapse. But the moment Summer appears at his wedding disguised as her sister, something inside him wakes up. He does not expose her. He takes her hand and tells the world, She is my wife. What starts as revenge turns into a consuming game of desire, control, and secrets. Summer came to take her life back. She never planned to become the one thing Kirill refuses to let go of. -- There's also the story of Cassia, Kirill's married sister, who's having a secret affair with his best friend, and Wren, who accidentally sent her sex tape to the school's bad boy.

Lorsqu’une célèbre actrice internationale, Éléa Morgan, disparaît mystérieusement à la veille d’une tournée médiatique très attendue, le monde s’interroge. Peu après, une femme énigmatique, Isis Valen, surgit sous les traits d’Éléa, maîtrisant ses gestes, sa voix, ses tics… à la perfection. Elle trompe les fans, les journalistes et même l’entourage proche de la star y compris son mari, Hugo, et leur petit garçon, Milo, âgé de 2 ans. Mais qui est-elle vraiment ? Et que cherche-t-elle en prenant la place d’Éléa ? À mesure que l’histoire avance, on découvre qu’Isis n’est pas une simple imitatrice : elle partage un lien profond, sombre et ancien avec la véritable Éléa. Ce vol d’identité n’est que la première étape d’un plan de vengeance méticuleux, nourri par des blessures d’enfance et un passé commun longtemps enfoui. Tandis qu’Éléa, retenue prisonnière dans un lieu inconnu, tente de retrouver sa liberté, sa voix et son fils, un jeu d’illusions et de manipulations se déploie autour de la famille Morgan. Entre faux-semblants, trahisons et révélations, la frontière entre vérité et mensonge devient aussi fragile que le reflet d’un miroir brisé.

"Tell me Vanessa—does my brother fuck you better than I do?" Vanessa stared at her husband in shock, unable to comprehend the question he'd just asked her. She'd never even met Nicholas Lancaster, Sebastian's enemy and rival brother, let alone slept with him. But Sebastian didn't care about the truth as he shoved a sex tape in her face—a video showing a woman who looked exactly like her with the man she'd never touched. After losing their baby six months ago, Vanessa didn't expect her husband to call her barren and worthless, to tell her she couldn't give him the child he deserved. After three years as his secret wife, Sebastian threw divorce papers at her and demanded she disappear before his billion-dollar deal came through. Vanessa signed and left with nothing. Seven years later, she returned as Mrs. Nicholas Lancaster—married to Sebastian's brother and greatest enemy, ready to destroy the man who destroyed her. But she didn't return alone. When Sebastian's eyes landed on the six-year-old boy at her side, his world stopped. The boy looked exactly like him. What if the child wasn't Nicholas's son at all? What if he was his? Sebastian is determined to find out the truth about the boy's real father, and if the boy is his, he'll destroy everything Vanessa has built to claim his son. But Vanessa isn't the broken woman he threw away seven years ago—and this time, she's ready to fight back.

To think that he was the one for her, her soul mate, brought her so much pain the moment she found out he actually wasn't. The truth came slapping right across her face and she was there, embarrassed, broken and deadly hurted, under the dusty grounds and before everybody's eyes. 'For a man I once loved, I couldn't believe what was unfolding before my eyes. But I knew i had to move on and I did, busying myself with my last days at college for the peace of my heart'. Elva was left with no choice but to move to another pack when the Luna of her former pack sent rogues to finish her. Just because she was the Alpha's ex and way too intelligent compared to her, the Luna of the pack. "Get your lousy hands off her!" He roared out loudly, enough to make all of us shake along with the ground beneath us. Then like a joke they were all ripped off and left into nothingness. "They sent people to kill you, which means they gave up on you! Emerald pack is now your home" he spoke and scooped me in his arms. For a moment I felt like the world has come to a stop, no words came out of my slightly parted lips. 'The masked senior from the college! he saved me!' Were the only words repeating in my head over and over again like a broken tape until I lost consciousness. Living in a new pack wasn't the safe heaven she thought it would be, one reason not being accepted by one of the most respected person of the pack. What happens when something that occurred in a wrong way but turns out to be the best thing to ever happen to your life?

— "Porte quelque chose que je peux facilement retirer. On ne sait jamais." Le message fait monter une chaleur dans mes joues. Je tape ma réponse, mes doigts tremblants : "On verra." Tout a commencé par une odeur. Du romarin, du beurre qui grésille, et quelque chose de sucré s'infiltrant par ma fenêtre dans ce nouvel appartement parisien. Je venais de quitter Thomas, de tourner la page sur quatre années tièdes et confortables. Je cherchais un nouveau départ. Je ne m'attendais pas à trouver l'obsession. Matthieu Beaumont. Chef trois étoiles. Beau comme un péché. Intense comme un incendie. Notre histoire a commencé avec un repas partagé et un regard échangé à travers une cour intérieure. Elle a explosé dans une passion dévorante qui m'a consumée plus vite que je n'aurais cru possible. — "Goûte ça," murmure-t-il en me tendant une fourchette, ses yeux sombres ne quittant jamais les miens. "Et ferme les yeux." Le gémissement qui m'échappe le fait sourire ce sourire carnassier qui devrait m'effrayer mais qui, à la place, fait naître un feu dans mon ventre. — "Ce son," dit-il d'une voix rauque. — "J'ai envie de te l'entendre faire encore et encore. Mais pas pour de la nourriture." Trois jours. Il m'a fallu trois jours pour tomber amoureuse d'un homme que je connaissais à peine. C'est l'histoire d'un chef qui cuisine comme il fait l'amour : avec une intensité qui vous laisse pantelant et en redemandant. Ceci est notre histoire. Crue. Honnête. Pimentée.