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Adam Wright may be a self-made billionaire, but he's also a beast. Most children grow up hating a storybook villain. Based on the injuries that man inflicted on my brother, I grew up hating a real one. When he sort of kidnaps me and drags me back to his fairytale mansion, it feels like yet another cliché antihero stunt. Here's the thing, though. Most villains don't weep real tears when they see you having a diabetic episode. They don't abandon their billion-pound empire so they can roll up their sleeves and pull your company back from the brink of bankruptcy.

Amara ha logrado dejar atrás su vida como esclava en el burdel más famoso de la ciudad, pero ahora su existencia depende de su nuevo patrón: un hombre que tal vez no conoce tan bien como pensaba. Por fin puede entregarse a los brazos de un nuevo amor, aunque nunca olvida a las mujeres que con su amistad y valentía le enseñaron cómo tomar las riendas de su destino.

Do you absolutely need to see Max, Dex, and Darcy exchange vows? Want a front-row seat to the sexy chaos that ensues when Cal decides to raise money for the rainforests? Desperate for that spreader bar scene between Adam and Nat? Have you long harbored a suspicion that Anton's Terrible Twins will cause even more havoc as they get older?

I want to run a sex empire and be taken seriously in the old boys' club that is the business world. I want to be the poster child, not the plaything. So, I stay polished. Tasteful. Beyond reproach. Until Anton Wolff joins Alchemy. He's the UK's most charismatic billionaire, and he's looking for a club that's as discreet as it is debauched. As classy as it is carnal. I think I've seen it all—until he shares what he desires from his Alchemy experience. And what he desires, above all else, is me. I think I'm afraid of the Big, Bad Wolff.

I've endured fifteen years of underwhelming marital sex with Lord John Russell. One front-page tell-all from his secretary puts an end to that misery pretty efficiently. As the media furor rages around our divorce, two things become abundantly clear. One: it's time for some decent orgasms, which is why I've joined the Unfurl program at London's top sex club, Alchemy. Two: it's time to take control of the narrative, for myself and for other women. That's why I plan to document my sexual revolution on camera.

I cultivated my shamelessness. I wore it as a badge of honor at my convent school, and I've been turning it into an art form at Alchemy, the club whose social media I manage. My boss, though? He's the most proper person I've ever met. No one would peg him as the finance director of a sex club. (I mean, no one's pegging him at all, which is probably his problem. #justsayin) I get it. He's a widower, single-parenting two little girls while holding down a massive job. He needs an outlet, something just for him.

My little girl has a life-threatening heart condition, and I'd like to think I'd do anything to save her. Anything at all. But it's not until the most lucrative, shameful opportunity falls into my lap that I learn just how far I'll go to protect her. The opportunity? A "full-service" executive assistant role through the discreet agency Seraph, putting my body and my soul at the mercy of a ruthless billionaire who has a reputation for eating women like me for breakfast: Brendan Sullivan.

Shame. Prejudice. Fear. All woven into the very fabric of my being. I'm swathed in them like the most suffocating cloak. Beneath this toxic mantle, I wear my desires close to my heart. Where it's dark. Where they're safe. Until I meet Darcy, a dancer at Alchemy and the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. The only problem? Her boyfriend, Max. She makes me feel alive, but he arouses emotions I've taken great care my entire life to condemn and deny and bury. Emotions I've always been taught are sinful and wrong.

When you've been told your whole life that something is sinful, you have two options. Avoid it like the plague, like it has the power to destroy all that is good and pure. Or become as fixated upon it as Eve was upon that apple. I'm sick of the push-pull of terror and temptation. It's tearing me apart. I just want a bite of the apple. More than a bite. I want to devour it. Have its juices spill from my lips. And by apple, I, of course, mean sex.

They've warned me in hushed tones that my new boss is a "profoundly complex man." It takes me approximately twenty minutes to establish that billionaire Ethan Kingsley is as straightforward as they come. He's a walking, talking textbook on dysregulation. Its title? How to Lose Friends and Alienate People. In the space of a year, he's burnt through one marriage and three executive assistants, and he's well on the road to messing up the only real thing in his life: his relationship with his teenage son.

Dylan Montgomery is every shade of infuriating. He thinks I’m reckless. I think he’s a control freak. We’re both right. But when I find a note in my coat that says “Think you’re untouchable? Think again”—he stops pretending I’m just an annoyance. He pulls me into his apartment. His orbit. His bed. And suddenly, every sharp look turns into heat. Every argument becomes foreplay. Until we’re tangled in sheets and secrets, and I realize—Dylan would burn the world down to keep me safe. Then the threat gets personal. And protecting me puts him directly in the crosshairs.

Les coulisses d'un restaurant ! En salle ou en cuisine, il se passe toujours quelque chose dans un restaurant ! Elodie Tymowski en sait quelque chose... Elle a officié comme serveuse de nombreuses années et a appris à observer clients, serveurs et cuistots ! Pour notre plus grand bonheur ! Découvrez ces histoires de clients incroyables, habitués ou non. Passez en cuisine pour vivre les excès de colères des brigades et emboîtez-lui le pas du serveur pour mieux comprendre le fonctionnement parfois surprenant d'un service !

A Very London Christmas is a grumpy sunshine, single dad, nanny-boss romance containing enough festivity to warm the Scroogiest hearts and a healthy sprinkling of Christmas spice!

When Elodie Peach joins our school's History department, her clear green eyes, joyous ways and swan-like neck enchant me as much as Anne Boleyn’s charms captivated Henry VIII five hundred years ago. Monday to Friday, I’m grumpy Mr Vaughan, Head of History. Zero personality, except when I’m teaching. So passionate about my field that my pupils bought me a highly inappropriate t-shirt last year.

I may be a total princess, but I’m not looking for a prince. Or even my usual type of wealthy, overly-groomed playboy. I’m done with smooth. I want a bit of rough. A real man, with a real job. One who’s good with his hands and not afraid to get them dirty. Someone exactly like the foreman on the new community project my team’s volunteering on. Aide. He’s delicious. Even his name says “I know how to get the job done”. And his demeanour says “I could have you moaning in five seconds flat”.

If you’ve ever wanted to grow fresh, healthy food but felt limited by space, time, or experience, this audiobook is your step-by-step guide to success. Whether you’re working with a balcony, patio, or backyard, you’ll learn exactly how to create raised beds and containers that produce abundant harvests without the frustration or guesswork.

Sept musiciens et la compteuse Elodie Brochier racontent l'histoire d'un amour perdu, d'une méchante sorcière, d'un arbre magique et de feuilles qui pendaient mais ne tombaient jamais. L'histoire est basée sur une collection de Daniel Morden.

Dix contes érotiques modernes racontés par Élodie, Hanna, Constance et Michel. À consommer sans modération, seul ou accompagné.

Une petite sortie entre amoureux se transforme en trio lorsque Monsieur rencontre un collègue au gout de Madame.

Il y a des matins comme ça, qui appellent à une sensualité tendre et voluptueuse. Adèle s'y laisse plonger avec délice, nue sous sa robe printanière, pleine de désirs. Un inconnu croise son chemin et l'emmène vers des plaisirs volés dont le corps d'Adèle se souviendra longtemps.