Meghan Summers is out of job and desperately in need of a new one. She finds one, to write a book based off on letters that were written by lovers almost two hundred years ago. But she knows next to nothing about the man she is to work for. Like every other person, the combination of a Victorian Manor and old love story helps to create an image of him in her mind. But he is nothing like she had ever imagined. A face riddled with scars, a past that he wishes to remain unknown, a deep sense of guilt that haunts him and the need to detach himself from any sort of open affection makes Jack Grayson very different. He is risky, unstable and Meghan knows she should run away from him but she finds herself drawn, each day, wanting to surrender, to submit, to give herself...
Faye wanted this man the way she had not wanted anyone, in a long long time. They were married- two people bound together by promises.
But she did not care about the promises, not when he made her all hot and heavy between her legs. She wanted him to claim her, mark her and when she came- screaming his name.
"Have I ever told you just how beautiful you are?" She shook her head and smiled at him. He was going to tell her, in the best way possible.
He patted the space beside him and smiled when she sauntered across the space between them, wearing nothing more than a rosy set that he bought for her birthday.
It had ropes that held the tiny fabrics in place, so Fay took the honors and loosened them, crossing the remaining distance with nothing except the heels she hadn't unstrapped.
She watched him swallow hard, his adam apple bobbing up and down- hard. Just like the part of him that showed just how ready he was to play with her.
She got to the bed and went on her knees, her hands coming around to take him, and stroke. "Fuck woman," his groan was between a plea and a prayer, "come here."
From leaving home and narrowly avoiding a pack of werewolves sent to kill her, to falling into the hands of a mysterious man, Evita's life is not what she thought it would be. Ever. But she must deal with the lonely werewolf, who lives in the middle of nowhere with his overly protective vampire werewolf. And when secrets threatened to upturn the life she once knew, she must choose between trusting the devil she knows, to venture into the lion's den and taunt werewolves who want to kill her for a reason far greater than she knows.
“To get his inheritance, he is to marry a woman of my choosing.” A sentence that Corni did not expect, would involve him getting wed to a human. A stubborn, wild and insufferable woman. As the alpha of his pack, it is his job to find a mate and settle down while taking over the company, after his father’s death. Having to marry a human, however was something he never expected. Forced to marry the son of wealthy man, in return of taking over the company after her mother retires, Luna finds herself stuck with a man who annoys her very being. His manner of him, to his stiff and upright attitude makes her want to chuck him over the head, but she loves money more than her temperamental mother and her insufferable fiancé. Two people- opposites in every way, joined in wedlock, would rather be at opposite ends of the world than with each other. Yet, there is the undeniable chemistry, passion that sizzles beneath the fury. And it begs to be taken, claimed, explored, consumed…
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
"I heard you're going to marry Marcelo. Is this perhaps your revenge against me? It's very laughable, Renee. That man can barely function." Her foster family, her cheating ex, everyone thought Renee was going to live in pure hell after getting married to a disabled and cruel man. She didn't know if anything good would ever come out of it after all, she had always thought it would be hard for anyone to love her but this cruel man with dark secrets is never going to grant her a divorce because she makes him forget how to breathe.
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.