You might say it's poor form to throw the bride over your shoulder caveman-style and run off with her, especially if it's not your wedding. Whoops. It's her wedding day. I'm not the groom. Oh, but I'm going to be... The world may call me a King and a gentleman, but there's nothing gentle about me. I've fought like hell to get to where I am, and these rough hands want one thing and one thing only – to hold her and never let her go. She's my obsession – my addiction. Blonde, blue-eyed, innocent and tempting, with lips that beg to be tasted and curves that were made to press against me. But a rival king – a cruel, evil piece of garbage – has stepped in to buy her hand and her innocence with the promise of paying off her parents' debts. He thinks that makes her his, but he's about to learn how wrong he is. You see, the rumors about my royal staff and crown jewels aren't tall tales. She deserves a real man. A better man. King Milton just isn't the right fit for her. ...Oh, but I am. And I'm going to "fit" with her so well that she'll be moaning for more. I'm a king, after all. And kings take what they want. And tonight? I'm taking her. I'll do anything to make her my queen. ...Even if I have to steal her. Grab those tiaras and hold on to your jewels! One totally obsessed, totally big alpha King, one smart, sassy, stolen bride, and enough insta-love, kindle-melting steam, and sugary-sweetness to knock you right out of your throne. This book is utterly over-the-top fantasy with pretty much zero grounding in reality. You've been warned ;). As with all my books, this one is safe, with no cheating, and a HEA guaranteed.
Tonight was the night.
This was it. Months of waiting, months of biding my time. Months of my obsession, and of watching that obsession become betrothed to another man. A lesser man. Hell, not even a man, not by my standards, and sure as fuck not one that had any business being with a girl like her.
But that was all ending tonight.
Tonight, her wedding night. Only there wasn't going to be a wedding - at least, not to him.
You might say it's poor form to throw the bride over your shoulder caveman-style and run off with her, most especially if it's not your wedding. Possibly worse if the actual groom is a rival king. You might say all those things, and you might even be right. But then, King Milton Maneford shouldn't have invited me, not when she was to be his bride.
Princess Callie Hearst, of Arbor.
My addiction. My compulsion. My obsession.
I suppose I'm not a man who should have had anything to do with her either. A king I might be, but there was nothing "gentlemanly" about me. My rough hands wanted one thing and one thing only, and that was to hold her and never let her go.
Princess Callie. My Callie.
I knew who she was before Milton announced, of course. I'd already had my eye on her for, well, longer than I had any business having eyes on her, I'll say that. But Milton had swooped in to rain gifts and money on her slightly cash-strapped parents - the King and Queen of Arbor. He'd snatched her up, right before I could make my own move.
I'd hated him before. After that, I wanted to bury him for being anywhere near an angel like her.
Blonde, blue-eyed, and so soft and small. Petite, with hips that begged for my hands to hold them tight, or pin them to the bed. Legs that were made to wrap around my waist as I spread them wide. Lips designed to moan into mine as I showed her what a real man could do to her. Sweet, angelic, beautiful, and so fucking innocent.
Very innocent, actually. As in, never been touched. Not even by her shitty fiancé. Besides being a colossal douchebag, King Milton had a big mouth, especially when he drank. It was at a poker game a few months before when he'd put back too many martinis and bragged about how no man had ever laid a hand on his new bride.
The thought of him putting his greasy fucking paws on her made my skin crawl and my hands close to fists. But he hadn't. "Not until the wedding," as he'd slurred at that damn poker game.
Fuck she deserved so much better than him. She deserved to be a queen in every sense, not some trophy for an aging, slovenly piece of shit like Milton. And that sweet little rose between her thighs deserved to be plucked by a man who knew what he was doing - a man who'd make her feel things she'd never even fucking dreamed of.
A man like me. Not fucking Milton.
But like I said, that wasn't going to happen. Not anymore. There wasn't going to be a wedding, not after I stole his pretty young bride away for myself.
My cock ached at the thought of throwing her over my shoulder and running off with her. My balls tingled, cum boiling hot inside as I imagined carrying her off to my own castle, and claiming her myself - as my queen, and in my bed. My pulse hammered, standing there in the hallway outside her chambers. I knew she was in there, getting ready for a wedding she dreaded to a man didn't want.
And I was going to take her away from all of it.
I put my hand on the doorknob to her chambers, and twisted. No more waiting. No more biding my time. No more not feeling her legs wrap around my hips and her moans drip through my ears.
Tonight, she'd be mine.
Nathan never should have gotten in that truck. That he knew for sure, but something animalistic, something sexy, something almost magnetic drew him to the mysterious brooding man who beckoned for him to get in and so he did. What ensues is a night Nathan will never forget, filled with intrigue, passion and mind-blowing dominant sex only an Alpha werewolf shifter can give you; a night Nathan soon finds he was destined to experience. But could it lead to true love or will Nathan be tossed aside like he has by so many men before him? Buck promised to protect him, he promised to keep him safe but now Nathan wasn't so sure. They were coming, that he knew for sure. And as the fight for possession over him was looming, Nathan finds himself in a fight for his life as the man who has marked him for love swears to keep him from harm.
The jealous husband! For Donato Vittoria, marriage was a lifetime commitment. He'd chosed Grace as his bride, and he would cherish her forever. Or so Grace had believed.... Until she'd discovered Donato's betrayal-with Maria, a beautiful family friend. Had he forgotten his vows so soon? Did he expect Grace to play the dutiful wife, while he continued to enjoy a bachelor life-style? The hurt had been unbearable, and Grace had fled. But Donato insisted he was still her husband-by contract-and he wanted Grace back in his life, and his bed! HUSBANDS & WIVES Sometimes the perfect marraige is worth waiting for!
WIFE. MISTRESS. MURDERER. If you were being framed for murder, how far would you go to clear your name? I'm not guilty of murder. Bethany Reston is happily married. But she's also having an affair with a famous client. And no one can ever know. But that doesn't make me innocent. When Bethany's lover is brutally murdered, she has to hide her grief from everyone. But someone knows her secret. And then one day the threats begin. With an ever-growing pile of evidence pointing to her as the murderer, the only way she can protect her secrets is to prove her innocence. And that means tracking down a killer. An incredibly taut, tense game of cat and mouse - with a twist you'll never see coming.
I’m king of the criminal underworld. I always get what I want. And she’s my obsession. Cora is new to the city of sin. Her innocent blue eyes beg for me to claim her. But I’m not the billionaire she thinks I am. There’s a darkness within me. And Cora is a shining light. She’s beautiful. A virgin. I’m ruthless. A beast. She found me for a reason. She’ll be my queen. I’ll give her everything that her heart desires. Except for one thing. Her freedom. She’s mine to keep, and I’m never letting her go. I wasn't capable of love. Not until I met Cora. My angel. I’ve claimed every inch of her body and I only want more. I’m a man who craves control, but her power over me is absolute. She holds my heart in her hands. She can never find out. The demons in this city want to destroy her. It’s my job to protect her innocence. Lock her safe in my high tower. But I’m the danger that she’s trying to escape. The ruthless man in her bed. A demon worse than all the others. One who cannot save her from himself.
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
"I, Riccardo Saviano, future Alpha of the Grey Shadow Moon Pack, reject you, Artemisia Guerrieri, Daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and future Luna." One single sentence. One stupid single sentence was all it took to disintegrate my life. And the day of my birthday, on which this sentence was audaciously uttered to me, I lost the love of my life, my future mate, and my wolf, all at once. As I'm still assembling the pieces of my shattered heart years later, there they come. Like lightning out of a crystal blue sky. My Mates. But wait... If I am mated to triplets, how come I'm about to be mated to 5 gorgeous men? *** TW: explicit and foul language; spicy content; explicit sex scenes ***
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
Betrayed by her mate and sister on the eve of her wedding, Makenna was handed to the ruthless Lycan Princes as a lover, her indifferent father ignoring her plight. Determined to escape and seek revenge, she captured the interest of the three Lycan princes, who desired her exclusively amid many admirers. This complicated her plans, trapping her and making her a rival to the future Lycan queen. Entwined in jealousy and vindictiveness, could Makenna achieve her vengeance in the intricate dance with the three princes?
Natalie used to think she could melt Connor’s icy heart, but she was sorely mistaken. When at last she decided to leave, she discovered that she was pregnant. Even so, she chose to quietly leave his world, prompting Connor to mobilize all of his resources and expand his business to a global scale—all in a bid to find her. But there was no trace of Natalie. Connor slowly spiraled into madness, turning the city upside down and leaving chaos in his wake. Natalie finally surfaced years later, with wealth and power of her own, only to find herself entangled with Connor once again.
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."