Títulos en Literatura y ficción

One, two, death is surrounding you. Three, four, you'll fight even more. Five, six, grab your crucifix. Seven, eight, learn more of your fate. Nine, 10, battle every now and then. Paige Alice knows heartache, yet she still has so much to deal with being the ghoul queen. She'll have to pull up her big-girl panties, steel her heart, and get on with queenly duties...only she didn't realize it would involve getting up close and personal with the devil himself.

Solo estoy esperando. La retengo porque sé que va a traicionarme. Y, si llego a sospecharlo siquiera, me adelantaré. ¿La deseo? Sí, cierto. Pero más deseo que nadie se burle de mí. Más deseo mantener alejados a mis enemigos y a flote el legado de mi abuelo. Sí, la deseo, y ella llegará...

Decidida a encontrar marido, la señorita Eleanor, Ellie Bowman, asiste a un baile organizado por la duquesa de Greycliffe, a la que todos llaman con cariño «la duquesa del amor». Sin embargo, no hace caso de ninguno de los caballeros a los que la anfitriona ha invitado precisamente pensando en ella. En realidad, quien le interesa es su elegante hijo, Ned, lord Edward, que ya hace tiempo le robó el corazón? y la hizo arder de deseo.

A Giuly le gusta jugar un juego muy peligroso. Por suerte, sabe cómo controlar la situación...¿o no?

Since Young Decay's early days, my privacy has been a part of me I've clung to. They don't expect to find a monster running from his past, hoping people will forget he even exists. Yet, here I am heading home for our band's Halloween homecoming run.

Letters from your favorite leading men, addressed to your deepest fantasies. This audio-only anthology features love letters from some of your favorite book boyfriends, speaking directly to you - performed by voices you already love. Sometimes the letters are sweet, sometimes they're emotional, sometimes they're just plain filthy. This sultry collection of audio-only shorts is written by best-selling contemporary romance writers and performed by audiobook stars.

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—male or female—for their lustful desires. And, when they storm into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervene to protect her. I make them take me too.

"Cuando Chris ha terminado su bebida, coloca una mano en la rodilla de Alison. Está fría. Ella se estremece. Se sobresalta, como si hubiera recibido una descarga eléctrica. Él deja que su mano se deslice a lo largo del muslo. La respiración de Alison cambia. Se hace más pesada. Más lenta. Comienza a sentir calor. Una gota corre sobre su columna vertebral y la parte superior de su tanga. No puede respirar. Suspira y jadea."

I've always been a freak in a mask. A cold-hearted psycho. Not fit for polite society. But not in her eyes. My stepsister, Shiloh, is everything I'm not. Kind. Sweet. Innocent. She took one look at me and saw someone worth saving. So, when she was assaulted and justice wasn't served, I took care of it. I became justice. That earned me eleven years in a psychiatric hospital. Everyone thought I'd be there for life. They were wrong. Now that I'm out, I want revenge. I'm going to destroy everyone who dared to hurt my girl while I was gone. But not before I'm taking what's mine, and that's Shiloh.

Johan Wadlow, educado en los principios de amor a la familia, respeto a la ley y fidelidad a la pareja, vio que todo ello era despiadadamente pisoteado. Sus sueños fueron arrollados por una avaricia sin fin. El amor que entregó, azotado por el látigo de la oculta lujuria de ella. Y su personalidad, simplemente, anulada por un espejismo.

Mona Lisa St. James made a deathbed promise that she would do anything to save her mother's art gallery. Unfortunately, not only is The Red painted red, but it's in the red. Just as she realizes she has no choice but to sell it, a mysterious man comes in after closing time and makes her an offer: He will save The Red if she agrees to submit to him for the period of one year. The man is handsome, English, and terribly tempting - but surely her mother didn't mean for Mona to sell herself to a stranger.

Esto es tan incómodo. El mejor amigo sexy de mi hermano es mi nuevo jefe. Christian solía ser un nerd cuando éramos adolescentes. Pero ahora es un profesor terriblemente ardiente y un padre soltero. Me ha contratado como su niñera. La chica que siempre lo ha deseado. Es imposible mantenerme lejos de él. E ignorar la atracción cuando todo lo que quiero hacer es besarlo... y ceder ante algunas cosas realmente indecentes.

Death is meant to come on a chariot of broken dreams or in the dark trenches of a storm, not in love letters and gifts. He did not take my soul when I was meant to die. He did not want it all the other times that I've offered it to him on a silver platter. Yet, time and time again, he reminds me that I am his: His night monster, his dark love, his perfect other. Death was the only thing keeping me alive. He watches me from his corner, taunts me with sweet messages, marks my body with his touch as I sleep. He took the people that I love away from me. 

Killian Barclay has had enough heartache to last a lifetime, and he has no more need for love—earning him the reputation of a broody Scot and eventually turning his famous ancestral home into a den of iniquity. It doesn't take long for tales of his raunchy house parties to reach the rest of his family, though, inspiring them to hatch a plan to shake Killian out of his routine.

Marcos Vargas es un joven que vive enamorado de la selva. Nacido en Ciudad Bolívar, al sur de Venezuela, creció oyendo los cuentos de los hombres que se internaban en la selva en busca de las riquezas que otorgaban el oro, el caucho y el purguo. Sin embargo, la vida adulta de Marcos comenzará en Upata, y allí conocerá el amor, el drama del “Hombre Macho”, y la amistad, la traición y la muerte. Hasta que el destino lo lleva finalmente a la selva, en donde Marcos Vargas se enfrentara con su espíritu y su alma al grito de ¡CANAIMA!

With one football legend, a feral cage fighter, the country's youngest Senator, and one seriously stern professor, the Thorne Pack couldn't be more intimidating, even without an omega to bond them. Which is probably for the best—with all their sharp edges, how could they ever take care of anything precious? Turns out, they may not have a choice. When happenstance hands them an omega who needs help, the bond is instant—and accidental. Now, they have to show her they're ready to fight for her heart, even if they lose everything else to win her over.

""¿Estás listo?" me preguntas en un tono de voz mucho más suave, con una sonrisa que me permite vislumbrar a mi chica. Al darte vuelta, deslizas tus manos por tus nalgas. No puedo evitar tocarme. Vuelves a girar y mueves tus caderas en un baile sensual al ir abriendo tu body. Lo subes un poco para dejarme entrever tu vagina pequeña y depilada. Me estiro para alcanzarla, pero me golpeas la mano. Te montas sobre mí, chupas tus dedos índice, medio y anular, y los llevas entre tus piernas hacia la zona donde tú estás y ahora yo también estoy. Luego te sientas."

Una novela tan intensa que te llegará al corazón y no la olvidarás jamás. Tras poner punto final a su relación días antes de la boda, Amelia Clarck decide romper con su vida anterior y se muda a Londres dispuesta a empezar de cero. Ella cree estar lista para el cambio, pero nada la ha...

Gael Avallone cree que un hombre puede ser feliz con cualquier mujer mientras que no la ame. Tamara Herrán le demostrará lo contrario. Reservado, arrogante, manipulador y egocéntrico. El encanto de Gael Avallone, no es su cuantiosa fortuna o su facilidad de palabra; mucho menos lo es su sonrisa arrebatadora o su mirada penetrante. El encanto de Gael Avallone, es el misterio que emana. ¿Qué esconde? ¿Quién es realmente?... Tamara Herrán, una ambiciosa estudiante de letras, está dispuesta a averiguarlo.

I am home, yet it does not feel like home. The chains on my wrists and ankles are gone, but those around my heart tighten. Is the world truly black and white, or is it just my vision failing? Does all food turn to ash, or is it merely my mouth forgetting how to taste? When the crows call and the moon hangs heavy, does everyone else drown their sorrow in pillows, or am I the only one?