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Sinclair Amadeus Sterling, a.k.a. Mr. Superior Jackass with a God complex. Who also happens to be my blackmailer...gulp. Tall, dark, gazillionaire growly pants. The first time I met him, I kneed him in his very well endowed balls - don't ask! He had that tightly leashed, controlling air and a smoldering glare that made me damp in seconds. The only thing that sucks worse than his attitude is his (lack of) sense of humor! Honest. Sadly, he's also the one who could save my business from going bust. Hell!

Connor Davenport: Grumpy billionaire CEO, emotionally stunted genius, former undercover operative who's also a cat whisperer, is my brother's best friend and my complete opposite. I’m a caffeine-fueled, ER doctor. He’s all precision, control, and impossible standards. Then he walked into my ER—bleeding, barking orders, and acting like he owned the place. I stitched him up. He asked me to dinner. I refused. That's when he told me he'd been following me for weeks.

On your knees...Father Edward Chase. Brooding. Growly. And...unavailable. He's the hot priest. I am a belly dancer. He's haunted by his past. I am trying to carve out a future for my studio. He’s at war with himself, and I am the casualty. There is nothing he will put before his calling. No stone he will leave unturned for his flock. He’ll never give in to the attraction between us, So what if he stars in all my dreams? He may be a man of God. But for me, he is temptation personified. Making him fall for me is all I ever wanted. Until he reveals his secret...

She turns her face and I catch a glimpse of her profile. The upturned nose, the curve of her lips, the creamy skin that glows in the late afternoon light. She throws her head back and laughs, and my heart begins to pound in my chest. Sweat beads my palms and I wipe them on my jeans. What is this reaction to her? I have not even properly met her, yet something inside me insists that I know her. She's the girl whom I have tried hard not to think about...The girl I’d gotten a glimpse of so many years ago. I have never forgotten her.

Arpad growlypants Beauchamp a.k.a. Grumpzilla. The first time he met me, he told me that he hated my company. I retaliated by spitting my Chai Tea Latte all over his tailormade slacks. He granted the security agency I run his business, anyway, huh? Clearly, it's because he wants to control me. To make my life miserable. To become a thorn in my side, glowering down at me from his superior height. So when I end up stowing away on his boat, by a quirk of fate, I demand he turn back.

Damian Savage, the billionaire rockstar with the killer abs, aka the ultimate dream guy in a six-foot-five, sculpted-chest, freaking macho package. Who haunts the dreams of half the female population, ugh! He's also the kind of arrogant, self-important man I avoid, in real life. But that smirk of his? OMG, swoon. So I may have stalked his social media accounts, don't judge. A lowly nanny like me? I didn't feature on his radar at all...until I run into him at a party. And ask him to spend the night with me.

Weston bloody Kincaid. The billionaire who wore £7,000 suits like he was doing them a favor. When he wasn't filling out his doctor's scrubs like they were tailor-made for him. Exactly the kind of man who needed to be taken down a notch. Definitely not the kind with whom you want to spend any extended period of time. Absolutely not stuck with him in a remote cabin during the holiday season. Totally completely not snowed in together over Christmas.... Help!

Seven snarly, grumpy jerkfaces. Seven years ago. One secret. I will not stop until I hunt down every last person responsible for the incident. Until then...I fight, I build my empire. Become a billionaire in my own right. Women...they are simply irritants. So why is every encounter so empty? Meaningless. What am I searching for? Who am I in quest of? Will I know her when I see her? How will it be to hold her, have her, possess her, Make her...mine!

Saint Jordan Killian Black. A gazillionaire with a panty-melting smirk, and a soul as dark as his name. I wanted a child. He wanted a willing slave. I wanted someone to break me and build me up again. He wanted no emotions, no connection. A simple transaction, that's what he said it would be. I needed something in me to shatter, so I could finally live.

J.L. McWilliams and R. J. Steel uncover this horrifying battle from beginning to end and explore what it was like the for the French Algerians who first witnessed the gas clouds approaching them, how the Canadians stubbornly refused to retreat in the face of gas, what the British and Indians hoped to achieve with their tragic counterattacks, and ultimately why the German offensive failed.

Ein alleinerziehender Vater. Ein verführerisches Kindermädchen. Ein sinnliches Versprechen. Damian Savage ist der Liebling der Klatschpresse. Ein steinreicher Musiker, arrogant, verdammt attraktiv und somit tabu. Es knistert gewaltig zwischen uns, und ich wünsche mir eine leidenschaftliche Nacht mit ihm. Was hat Julia Andrews nur an sich, dass ich sie vom ersten Augenblick an für mich beanspruchen will? Dies ist die Geschichte von Damian und Julia.

Ein Fake-Date und ein unmoralisches Angebot … was soll da schon schiefgehen? Dr. Weston Kincaid – brillanter Arzt, arrogant und mürrisch. Definitiv kein Mann, mit dem ich Weihnachten verbringen möchte. Schon gar nicht eingeschneit in einer abgelegenen Hütte. Auch wenn er verboten gut aussehend ist und sein Anblick mir den Atem verschlägt. Während ich mich noch auf die Ruhe in der einsamen Lodge gefreut habe, hat er es sich dort nach seinem Unfall längst gemütlich gemacht.

Howard Hughes lived one of the greatest, most heroic, misunderstood, mysterious, bizarre, and tragic lives in American history. In this brilliantly documented biography, the mythology that surrounded that life is disentangled from the truth.

Drawing on previously unpublished eyewitness accounts, prizewinning historian Donald L. Miller has written what critics are calling one of the most powerful accounts of warfare ever published. Here are the horror and heroism of World War II in the words of the men who fought it, the journalists who covered it, and the civilians who were caught in its fury. Miller gives us an up-close, deeply personal view of a war that was more savagely fought - and whose outcome was in greater doubt - than one might imagine. This is the war that Americans on the home front would have read about had they had access to previously censored testimony.

Tyler Davenport is six-feet-four-inches of pure gorgeousness in a tailored suit. Former-Marine turned billionaire. Devoted single dad. The man whose penetrating gaze makes my heart race. And now... my boss. I was handling it. Really. Until his little girl called me mommy over breakfast. Until I caught him watching me with heated eyes across the dinner table. Until he demanded I become his wife just for show, just for a year to claim his inheritance. Now we're sharing a roof. A bathroom. A bed His touch lingers too long to be accidental.

The men of the 46th Canadian Infantry Battalion were some of the most effective shock troops of the Allied forces in the Great War. They drove back German forces wherever they met and refused ever to surrender. Such tactics struck fear in their enemies, yet it came at a tremendous cost. Of the 5374 officers and men who passed through the unit, a total of 4917, or 91 percent, were either killed or wounded.

America’s unique prosperity is based on its creation of a middle class. In the 20th century, that middle class provided the workforce, the educated skills, and the demand that gave life to the world’s greatest consumer economy. It was innovative and dynamic; it eclipsed old imperial systems and colonial archetypes. It gave rise to a dream: that if you worked hard and followed the rules you would prosper in America, and your children would enjoy a better life than yours. Incredibly, however, for more than 30 years, government and big business in America have conspired to roll back the American dream....

Step into the world of Morally Grey Billionaires—a collection of seven standalone romances where powerful men meet their match in strong, independent women. Each story is a rollercoaster of emotions, featuring fake relationships, arranged marriages, and heartwarming happily-ever-afters. Also features a Champagne swigging Great Dane called Tiny, who plays cupid by mistake.

He's, my bodyguard. My marriage of convenience husband. And the one man I can't have feelings for. Ryot Davenport: Former Marine. Billionaire security expert. A man built to keep his walls high and his heart untouchable. Our fake marriage? A calculated political move. Our real chemistry? Impossible to ignore. He’s sworn to keep me safe. I’m determined to make him feel again. Every unspoken promise. Every stolen glance. We’re playing a dangerous game where the only rule is: don’t fall. But some rules were never meant to be kept…

Eine Braut auf Zeit. Feinde aus der Vergangenheit. Und ein unstillbares Verlangen. Saint Jordan Killian Caldwell ist unermesslich reich, und die Mafia zwingt mich, sein Vertrauen zu gewinnen. Der Milliardär ist es gewohnt, stets die Kontrolle zu haben. Er ist anmaßend, dominant – und verspricht, mich an meine Grenzen zu bringen. Es ist ein gefährliches Spiel. Sehne ich mich nach ihm, seinen Worten, seiner Berührung? Ja – doch ich werde mich nicht in den Mann verlieben, den ich verraten muss.