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Cowboy shifters … oh my! At Wolf Ranch, the men are feral for their women.

Quand "Mad Men" rencontre "Le Diable s'habille en Prada". Ode à la féminité et à l'affirmation de soi, un roman d'apprentissage inspirant et savoureux qui rend hommage à l'une des icônes féministes les plus fantasques et les plus glamour du XXe siècle. En acceptant le poste de secrétaire de la toute nouvelle rédac' chef de "Cosmopolitan", Alice n'imaginait pas qu'elle allait faire la rencontre de sa vie. Petite provinciale de vingt et un ans tout juste débarquée de son Ohio natal, elle se retrouve ainsi face à une figure du New York des sixties.

I’m the ultimate predator. I live by a code. Hunt or be hunted. Kill or be killed. Then I meet her. The second I catch her scent, I know she was meant for me. She was born to wear my mark and I was born to protect her. She belonged to my enemy until I took her. He wants her back. He’ll wage war to get her, but no one’s taking her from me. She’s mine, and I’m not letting her go.

I never thought I’d have a girl like Sheridan. A pack princess - beautiful, smart, one of the elite. She picked me. She gave me her heart, her innocence. Hurting her was my biggest regret. But then, she betrayed us all. Now, she’s back - sent to spy on our pack. She wants revenge. But my wolf...he just wants her.

I've become a monster. I hear blood moving in people’s veins. Scent their emotions. I want to feed. To hunt. To mate.... I'm no longer a human - my life is over. I've left everyone I love. I've gone rogue from the CIA. My only hope is my handler. Annabel gray is tough enough to face my monster. If I lose control, she won't hesitate to take me out. But I'm not the only predator out there. Someone's hunting Annabel.

Nash - I’ve survived suicide missions in war zones. Shifter prison labs. The worst torture imaginable. Nothing knocked me off my feet...until the beautiful lioness they threw in my cage. We shared one night before our captors ripped us apart. Denali - They took me from my home, they killed my pride, they locked me up. and forced me to breed. They took everything from me and still I survived. But one night with a lion shifter destroyed me. Nash took the one thing my captors couldn’t touch - my heart.

Sam - I was born in a lab, fostered out to humans, then tortured in a cage. Fate allowed me to escape, and I know why. To balance the scales of justice. Right the misdeeds of the harvesters. Nothing matters but taking down the man who made me what I am: A monster driven by revenge, whatever the cost. Then I meet Layne. She thinks I’m a hero. But she doesn’t understand...if I don’t follow this darkness to its end, it will consume me. Layne - I’ve spent my life in the lab, researching the cure for the disease that killed my mom. No late nights out, no dates.

When a beautiful human slave steals Rok's ship and leaves him stranded on an abandoned planet, he's furious. Discovering her sister is the mate to the prince of his species only makes him more determined to find her and punish her thoroughly for her crimes. Yet when he captures her, he finds her impossible to resist. Punishment becomes exquisite pleasure as he teaches her to submit.

They'll punish. Claim. Teach. Three Zandian warriors. One female assigned for reconditioning.

Cambry doesn't believe the aliens' propaganda for one minute. The Zandians may have saved her from one death, but they planned to send her to another. She bides her time, waiting for her chance to get away and find her brother, enslaved by a different species. The only thing she didn't count on was Lundric, the tempting Zandian warrior who, for some reason, decided she was his female.

Taramina could survive slavery, even as a pet in Prium’s Intergalactic Lounge. She always knew she’d escape. She just didn’t know escape would come in the form of a powerful, handsome male of her own species. Especially one whose rough handling incites a fever in her she hasn’t felt before. But she intends to make a fresh start, which means severing ties with the dominant Zandian who once held her collar and a leash. The male who knows just how to master her. No, she can’t be his pet. Not after what she’s been through. So why does she keep coming back for more?

The Zandians have taken back their planet. Now they need brides. All human females have been assigned to mates. Yes, mates, multiple. I've been given to three handsome males - cousins. Huge, purple and horned, they act like they want to eat me for breakfast. After what I've been through with...

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Humans lie. I learned that lesson once before. I thought I found a mate, but she betrayed us all. I won't let that happen again. Not even when I find Sia and four other females nearly dead on a defunct planet. Not when the lovely female is remanded to my custody. She's not being honest about what she knows. But with a little pressure, a little punishment, I might get her to talk. Teach her to obey. Find out all her secrets. Because every human needs a master. And I won't allow any other being to be hers. Sia belongs to me now.

Elle est ma captive. Ma prisonnière. Je la ferai parler. La bratva m’a mis un flingue dans la main quand j’avais treize ans. Elle m’a donné la liberté, un sentiment d’appartenance, et la famille que je n’ai jamais eue. Aucune chance que je laisse ce petit bout de femme attirer des ennuis à mon chef. Même si elle est sublime. Ensorcelante. Et terriblement fragile. Mais faire du mal à une femme m’est impossible. Alors je trouverai d’autres façons de la torturer. Des façons bien plus agréables. Et ma petite prisonnière finira par me révéler tous ses secrets. Elle finira par devenir mienne.

F*&% me. Maisy is human. Too young. Too sweet. Too breakable. I’m a Bad Bear. Ten years older. And I play rough. I’m an animal–in bed and out. She walks into my clinic, and my bear growls mine. But I can’t claim her. So I take Moon Cure to keep my beast caged. Tell myself I’ll wait. Then her scheming father tries to sell her future. F*&% that. I marry her on the spot—a fake wedding to save her from a real nightmare.

Mon Alpha m’a dit de me débarrasser d’elle. D’être aimable et de découvrir si elle comptait vendre sa propriété. De l’empêcher d’amener d’autres humains à proximité de nos terres. Mais avant même de la rencontrer, j’ai humé son odeur. La pleine lune était là, et j’étais obligé de m’y conformer. Je n’ai pas pu m’en empêcher. Je me suis précipité en plein territoire humain, sur sa propriété. Je l’ai découverte en train de se baigner nue au clair de lune, et je lui ai montré mon loup.À présent, tout est possible.

Règle numéro 5 de la Meute : Femelle heureuse, destin heureux. Le destin m'en veut. Il m'a envoyé un vétérinaire humain pour rester dans le dortoir. Avec moi. Je n'ai peut-être pas l'odorat du loup, mais j'en ai l'ouïe. J'apprends qu'elle est vierge. Je lui offre deux semaines. Deux semaines où je lui montrerai un grand animal. Un auquel elle ne pourra pas résister. Ou au moins un qui ne pourra pas lui résister. Je lui prouverai qu'elle ne sait pas tout sur les bêtes à quatre pattes. Surtout pas les plus féroces qui traquent leurs proies la nuit.

Un coureur, ça court après les femmes. Flynn Taylor, idole du rock, prend tout à la légère. Il rentre avec des filles différentes tous les soirs. Oui, des filles au pluriel. Sur le point de devenir une icône, pas seulement à Chicago, mais dans toute l’Amérique, il est tout ce que je devrais éviter. Mais après tout, cela n’a peut-être pas d’importance. Je suis tellement brisée que je ne suis même pas capable d’être en couple. Flynn est peut-être le parfait antidote. La tentation dont j’ai besoin pour m’attirer de nouveau vers le monde des vivants.

Réunis le temps d’une soirée au Cody’s bar. La jolie infirmière en avait envie, alors je le lui ai donné. Je l’ai fait crier avant de la raccompagner chez elle, repue. Elle a tu les conséquences. Elle a bien gardé son secret. Pendant des mois. Mais ce qu’elle ignore peut tout changer. Le bébé qu’elle porte n’est pas humain. Et un loup ne devrait jamais s’éloigner de son petit. Elle ne veut peut-être pas de moi dans sa vie, mais il est trop tard. Je me montrerai—pour la protéger et m’occuper de ma famille.