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"You're psycho!" I scream. He opens his arms and moves in for a hug. "And now I'm your psycho..." The wedding was supposed to be my sister's fate. An alliance between two legendary mafia families, just like in the old days. But when my sweet, beautiful older sister fell for a civilian and eloped...

Jessica's world is falling apart. Her mother is slipping away. Her brother is unraveling. And every choice she makes pulls her deeper into Bleakmoor's shadows. She should walk away from Kane Ravencourt. He's reckless, possessive, and consuming. But when he touches her, she forgets why she ever...

Dopo aver visto mia madre morire, consumata da un morbo misterioso, ho giurato di trovare una cura per il male che l'ha devastata e di lasciare la città dimenticata da Dio in cui mi ha abbandonata. Devryck Bramwell, che tutti chiamano "dottor Morte", è un brillante patologo, responsabile del laboratorio di mezzanotte. Ed è anche il mio insegnante, tanto bello quanto scostante, soprattutto con le matricole.

Hubo un tiempo en que cuatro grandes rocas se alzaban majestuosas en un remoto rincón de la costa escocesa. Cuenta una leyenda milenaria que fueron levantadas por un padre afligido para guiar a sus hijas de vuelta a casa, y que pronunció una maldición para todo aquel que osara derribarlas y también sobre sus descendientes, que se dispersarían por el mundo y jamás encontrarían el camino de regreso.

I wanted to be a painter, but that's just a dream. A mafia princess doesn't get to choose her future. Still, I never let it get me down. I always try to make the best of everything. Until I'm forced to go for brutal training, and I meet Nikolai Vetrov. Forbidden and way too attractive, the man turns out to be my worst nightmare incarnated. He's cold and ruthless, and I'm pretty sure there's no heart to be found in his chest, unlike mine that won't stop beating overtime at the mere sight of him.

Ford Ivanov follows the rules. I was born to break them. A single scandalous moment turns into a year of lies, stolen kisses behind closed doors, and whispered promises in the night. Sneaking around with my brother's friend is forbidden. Because where I come from, love isn't just dangerous; It's deadly. The lies are unraveling. And in a world where love is a weakness, we're about to find out just how strong we really are.

I'm a monster. I kidnapped the wrong girl, and under excruciating circumstances, we fell in love. I took every beating and form of torture meant for her. For months I protected Everleigh, only to lose her when we finally escaped. It's been years, and the ghost of Everleigh Adams still haunts me. The nightmare of losing the only woman I'll ever love has driven me to insanity. Then I start to see her everywhere. Her ghost has left my nightmares to taunt me in my waking life. Turns out Everleigh never died, and she's kept a secret from me.

My voice was stolen from me years ago. Silence is all I’ve known ever since. Until her. She understands sign language, and for the first time, someone actually hears me. There’s just one problem. She’s my brother’s girlfriend. No matter how badly he hurts her, she won’t leave him. Even when she’s falling apart in my arms, we break together. We both know this has to end. But I’m not ready to walk away. Which means there’s only one thing left to do... I have to save Jessie’s girl.

I’m out for revenge. After careful planning, I gave the man who messed with my family a taste of his own medicine. I thought it’d end there. It didn’t. Landon King is a genius artist, a posh rich boy, and my worst nightmare. He’s decided that I’m the new addition to his chess game. Too bad for him, I’m no pawn.

Cruel. Coldblooded. Hades in a Brioni suit. Cillian Fitzpatrick has been dubbed every wicked thing on planet earth. To the media, he is The Villain. To me, he is the man who (reluctantly) saved my life. Now I need him to do me another small solid. Bail me out of the mess my husband got me into. What’s a hundred grand to one of the wealthiest men in America, anyway? Only Cillian doesn’t hand out free favors. The price for the money, it turns out, is my freedom.

I'm a dangerous man. A man who has spent the last two decades removing so many souls from this earth that it's a miracle my hands aren't permanently stained red. I'm a man who belongs in the shadows. I certainly don't belong in my pretty little neighbor's bedroom when she's not home, touching her things and inhaling her scent. I shouldn't follow her. Shouldn't watch her. No number of cookies on my doorstep will change the fact that love isn't an option for me. The only option left for me is violence.

1º Premio Leer y Leer - Dos monjes irrumpen en la monotonía de un poblado acostumbrado a esperar la batalla que nunca llega. Estamos en la España medieval, y la lucha contra el enemigo musulmán es inminente y constante a la vez: una tensa calma que solo se ve quebrada por las escaramuzas...

Our first meeting was at a nightclub, and it was something straight out of my most romantic fantasies. My ovaries exploded at the sight of the Russian God. And by God, I mean he was ripped, tall, dark, and deadly attractive. There were enough sparks between us to light up a city. Then an explosion blasted through the nightclub, and we got trapped together for three hours, sharing our most personal details...everything but our names. Two years later, our second meeting is the complete opposite of the first. It's clear Misha Petrov, a Russian enforcer for the bratva, despises me.

Sonya está decidida a romper el embrujo de Poole Manor e inundarlo de luz, llenarlo de gente, de vida y esperanza. Pero su enemiga, la bruja del vestido negro, sigue rondando, atacándola en múltiples formas aterradoras. Tal vez no se trate más que de ilusiones, pero pueden ser muy reales y lo suficientemente poderosas como para herir e incluso matar.

When I was nine, I went to my first funeral. Along with accepting my father's death, I had to accept new and awful truths I wasn't prepared for. When I was nineteen, I went to my mother's funeral. We weren't close, but with her gone, I became more alone than ever before. Sure, I have a half-brother who runs The Alliance. And yeah, he's given me his protection—in the form of a bodyguard and chauffeur. But I don't have anyone that really knows me. No one to really love me. Until I meet him. The man in the airport.

Lucy Entwhistle and Everard Wemyss, both recovering from recent unhappiness, meet and quickly fall in love. However, over their new-found bliss looms the spectre of Vera, Wemyss’s first wife who died in mysterious circumstances. After their wedding the couple return home and Lucy really does begin to be troubled by what happened to Vera. Considered a high-water mark by the author, the story is an extraordinarily black vision of a young wife who gradually begins to understand that her husband will accept nothing less than total intellectual and emotional servitude.

I should have run the other way. Paid my tab and gone back to my room. But he was there. And he was…everything. I figured, what’s the harm in letting passion rule my decisions for one night? So what if he looks like the Devil in a suit? I’d be leaving in the morning, flying home to my pleasant but predictable life. I’d never see him again. Except I do. In the last place I expected. And now everything I’ve worked so hard for is in jeopardy.

The only thing worse than embarrassing yourself in front of a hot guy in an elevator? Finding out he’s your new boss. And just when I think it can’t get worse… it does. Enzo isn’t just my new boss—he’s someone from my past. The son of the man who destroyed my father’s life. I should hate him. I want to hate him. But my stupid heart won’t cooperate, and my brain keeps replaying one disastrous elevator encounter on a loop.

“You’ll always be mine.” The latest taunt from my stalker reminded me I was nothing more than a possession to my father, to the Reapers, to Archer D’Ath. Even to Kody and Steele. Princess Danvers - the prize. His wife. Archer D’Ath’s wife. I hate them. They lied to me. Over and over again. I knew they were lying, and I hate myself for letting it happen. For believing in the fake relationships I want so desperately to be real.

My father runs the only arms operation in Sicily, and now that the Skull King is monopolizing the drug empire in all of Italy, we’re in hot water. Because everyone wants to take our business for themselves—because they aren’t strong enough to handle the Skull King. Just when things are...