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Er beobachtet mich jede Nacht, schleicht sich durch mein Wohnzimmerfenster und lässt mir das Blut gefrieren. Aber sobald er mich berührt, erwacht mein ganzer Körper, jede Faser schreit nach ihm. Er ist krank, besessen von dieser verdrehten Verliebtheit, süchtig nach seinen psychotischen Spielchen. Aber vielleicht bin ich genauso krank wie er. Denn ob ich es will oder nicht – ich bin süchtig nach meinem Stalker.

I'm addicted to my stalker. He watches me at night, sneaking in through my living room window and making my blood turn to ice. I feel him all around me as chills snake down my spine. Each night he becomes bolder, getting closer and welcoming himself into my bedroom, feeding his addiction.

What's that saying? When life hands you lemons... What if I don't want to make lemonade? What if I want to pummel them into non-existence? Anything is better than admitting how desperately I want a taste of that sweet lemonade. That's exactly how I felt when my college assignment threw me in the direction of Miller Cain. My body screams for him while my brain warns me to run for the hills. He's the captain of the ice hockey team with a cocky reputation. He's a sweet talker and the bad boy promising me the ride of my life.

It was dark, and in my defense, he was tall, muscled, and smelled like the most tempting sin. I couldn't resist, and the second he touched me, I knew I was never going to be the same. It was a night filled with the kind of intensity a woman could only ever dream of. Nothing could have tainted such perfectness. At least, that's what I thought. Because the delicious man I let rail me into oblivion isn't the perfect stranger I thought he was. No, he's anything but.

What do you get when you cross Carter Waters with a brain cell? Nothing. Because if that asshat had a single brain cell in that gorgeous head of his, he never would have broken my heart the way he did. Only one drunken night, he left me with little more than just regret. I'm going to be the mother of his child, and I'm determined to see this through. Carter told me, point blank, that he doesn't want children. So here I am, staring down the barrel of a shotgun, trying to figure out how the hell I'm going to do this on my own. Get back together with Carter Waters, you say? Over my dead body!

I made the worst decision of my life when I left Denver three years ago. I broke his heart. I broke my family's hearts. And then I broke my own. It's taken three long years, but here I am, staring my past in the face. Only everything has changed. He isn't the boy I once knew. He's the Captain of the Denver Dragons. No longer a boy but a man—a man with a reputation made by his many achievements in the bedroom. I know I should stay away, but fate is written in the stars when it comes to Jaxon Payne.

My life has been a mess since the day my father died. I was beaten and abused until I found the courage to run. I ran until I couldn't take another step, collapsing at the door of Mickey's bar. I was a broken shell, ready to give in. Until the sexy, broody man decided to save me.

What do you do when the killers come out to play? When it's hunt or be hunted? You sharpen your knives and prepare to get bloody because nobody does it better than a woman scorned with something to prove. Welcome to the 23rd annual serial killer war games, where the adrenaline runs high, the blood is fresh, and the revenge is best served cold.

When darkness wants to claim you, do you run or do you step into the light, daring it to catch you? Forensic Pathologist, Harper-Rayn, is no stranger to darkness. She has seen it all in the cold silence of Blackstone's one and only morgue, revealing the mystery of death on her autopsy table—until the bodies start speaking to her in eerie, calculated ways. When corpses begin to reveal chilling, hidden messages meant only for her, she realizes she's been playing a twisted game she never intended to play. The game intrigues her, drawing her in, but if she takes one wrong step, it's game over.

I’m sure if I hadn’t spilled beer all over him and gave a subtle suggestion of where he could shove his best friend’s dick, perhaps we would have started out on a better note. How was I supposed to know that the dude was the captain of Bradford Private’s precious football team? I had just witnessed my boyfriend three inches deep inside some random girl. Surely you can't blame a girl for word vomit after such a traumatic experience.

"Go live with Nate Ryder," they said. "Everything will be fine," they said. Are they nuts? Nate Ryder has been the bane of my existence for the past five years. He's made it his personal mission to make my life a living hell and now my parents expect me to go and live with the guy for the foreseeable future. No thanks. I'd rather gouge out my eyes with a toothpick than live with him and his little brother, Jesse. Only problem is, they have my parents wrapped around their little fingers, thinking they're the good little boys they pretend to be.

He's the best thing that's ever happened to me. Ruggedly handsome, sexy, and dynamite in bed. He's my husband and NHL God, and now, I'm having his baby. Nothing can change how I feel about him. Nothing could tear him away.

When Sara died, she took my heart and soul with her, and I've never been able to get them back. I've become a shell of the man I once was, barely surviving, and if it weren't for Georgia, I never would have made it out of the darkness. When Georgie's asthma returns and I rush her into the hospital, barely holding on, a beautiful nurse is there to save her life. Only it turns out my daughter wasn't the only person she was planning to save.

Intimidating. Fearless. Destructive. They’re everything a girl shouldn’t want. Too bad this foster girl never had a daddy to chase away the monsters because I’m a sucker for a bad boy … or four. Carver, King, Cruz, and Grayson—the Kings of Ravenwood Heights. When I was forced to come here, I was expecting just another run-down town to add to the ever-growing list of unwanted homes. What I wasn’t expecting was them. They’re dangerous and they're keeping one hell of a secret—a secret that's going to change it all.

All I wanted was a new life, a fresh start in Faders Bay. But fate hadn’t written my name in the stars, it was written in cold, murderous blood. Zade. Sawyer. Dalton. Cross. They wanted something from me—they wanted my heart. Literally carved right out of my chest. They vowed to protect me, vowed to keep me safe from the very monsters they claimed to be. But Zade was the devil, a knight in shining murder, while the others sat back to watch the show, wicked grins stretched across their traitorous faces. I never should have trusted them.

Da Bree fra den ene dag til den anden forlader sit liv i New York og flytter til en lille by i Maine, håber hun, at hun endelig kan lægge fortiden bag sig og finde fred. Allerede første dag i byen møder hun Archer Hale. En mand, der lever for sig selv, og som kæmper med sine egne dæmoner. Archers stemme er en fortælling om en kvinde, der bærer på et traume, og den mand, hvis kærlighed er nøglen til hendes frihed.

He gave me everything I wanted, right down to the sparkly pearl necklace and the wild, crazy ride on his North Pole, but this sexy Santa has a dark secret. For years, he's been watching me while I sleep, and he knows how much I can take. I always thought Santa was about spreading joy at Christmas, but I couldn't have been more wrong. This filthy Santa prefers to spread something else, and as long as he's willing to give, I'm more than happy to take.

I’m sure if I hadn’t spilled beer all over him and gave a subtle suggestion of where he could shove his best friend’s package, perhaps we would have started out on a better note. How was I supposed to know that the dude was the captain of Bradford Private’s precious football team? I had just witnessed my boyfriend three inches deep inside some random girl. Surely you can't blame a girl for word vomit after such a traumatic experience.

Moving in with a billionaire playboy is supposed to be some sort of Cinderella story, right? I’m supposed to be having the time of my life while living the dream. Wrong. When the bank took our home, it didn’t come as a surprise. The bomb was when mom told me we were moving out of Breakers Flats, away from my crew, and to a place that only existed in fairy tales—Bellevue Springs. Home of the insanely beautiful, rich, and famous.

Standing at the top of the DeAngelis empire isn’t as glamorous as it sounds. Sure, it comes with the kind of power one could only ever dream of, and having three men to lavish me with undeniable pleasure is the greatest perk of all. But where there’s power, there’s pain, and many rivals have died at my feet while learning that lesson.