Des Ross is working her way through college, sweeping up trash on Mackinac Island, until the day when Adam Trenton jumps from a carriage and asks her out to dinner. One of the hottest actions stars on the silver screen... Des knows that guys like this don't fall in love with girls like her. But Adam is persistent: the fact that she's closed off and impossible to figure out only makes the pursuit that much more intriguing. He's not going to let her go... no matter what it takes.
New York Times bestselling author Jasinda Wilder presents the second novel starring the mysterious Madame X. My name is Madame X. My life is not my own. But it could be... Everything Madame X has ever known is contained within the four walls of the penthouse owned by her lover—the man who controls her every move and desire. While Caleb owns her body, someone else has touched her soul. X’s awakening at the hands of Logan’s raw, honest masculinity has led her down a new path, one that is as exciting as it is terrifying. But Caleb’s need to own X completely knows no bounds, and he isn’t about to let her go. Not without a fight that could destroy them all...
Love is never easy. It's especially difficult when you love a Marine. I knew the risk when I said "I do," but I chose to love anyway. In a flash, he was taken from me, and now I'm alone. Struggling and desperate. There's no hope, no future. Just the endless cycle of day-to-day survival. But a letter returned could change all of that. Hope and love often come from the last place you'd think to look, when you least expect it. * * * I was a lost, broken soul, tortured by the memories of what I'd endured. When I visited that old farmhouse in rural Texas, all I wanted to do was return the letter. Keep a promise to a friend. What I got was healing. Understanding. The chance to find a measure of peace when all I've ever known is war. We both lost everything. But in each other, we found something worth fighting for.
Ever, I don't know who I am anymore. I'm a castaway. Lost. Drowning. I love you. That's the only true thing I know, and it's all I have to hold on to. I love you. I'll love you forever. Until the day I die, and I'll love you in whatever world comes after this one. I love you so much, Ever. I miss you. Dear Jesus, I miss you. Come back to me. For forever, and after forever, Caden
I've done everything right, my whole life. I never snuck out, never partied, never drank, never even had a high school boyfriend. Got all the best grades, got into all the best schools. I received not one, but TWO Ivy League University degrees. Had the paper-perfect fianc , the paper-perfect life. And then it all fell apart. My fianc cheated on me with my boss. I quit my job, left my fancy, upper-crust Boston condo, dumped my cheating fianc ...quit my entire life, basically. Took to day-drinking and bingeing Netflix.And then my younger sister Lexie calls me in a panic. She needs me to come rescue her, but won't say from what, just that I need to come get her...at her university...in New York. Which leads Lexie and I on road trip across the country.We form the no-bra man-hating day-drinkers roadtrip club...membership two.And then I...ummm...overindulge just a little bit, at a country music festival. Get harassed by assholes. Have to be saved by tall, dark, and handsome man named Crow. Crow turns my whole world upside down. He shows me what real pleasure is. Shows me what I've been missing my whole life...what a man can and should do to make a woman feel really, really good. He's bad. Dangerous. Wild. He has a bad mouth, hard fists, and a dark, mysterious past. And a talented tongue. And hands I find myself wanting all over me, in a desperate way I thought was only real in the romances I read. And now, suddenly, I find myself wanting a wild mustang of a man, an untamable force of nature...and wondering if there's room in my safe, orderly, good girl world for him. Or if maybe I can learn how to be...not so good.* * *She's everything good and sweet and innocent in the world, and I'm a hard-fisted brawler, an outlaw with a bloodstained past. I'm the exact, polar opposite to everything Charlie Goode is. I want her-I want her quick mind and her soft skin, her sexy curves and her sharp tongue. I want her body, and I want her soul. But I can't have her. When she finds out about the bloody, violent truth of my past, she won't want anything to do with me. She'll run away as fast and as far as she can, because I'm not meant for a sweet, innocent thing like her.Until then, though, I plan on getting her a little dirty. Showing her some of the wild side where I live my life. Take what I can get, and enjoy the ride, and worry about the state of my heart later.You know what they say about the best laid plans, though.
Enjoy all four of the Big Girls Do It stories in one volume, with special expanded scenes available only in this collection! Big Girls Do It Better Gorgeous, rock-star guys like Chase Delany don't go for girls like me. They go for supermodels and actresses, skinny-girls who never eat and spend all day working out. I'm not that girl. So when he locked his fiery brown eyes on me for the first time, I couldn't quite believe it was really happening to me. It was the second night I spent with him that I'll never forget. Big Girls Do It Wetter Chase went to New York...without me. It was only one night, one delicious, sinful night, but it awakened something within me, and now, with him gone, I have no one to satiate my sudden, ferocious hunger. Then I woke up one day and looked at someone near and dear to me in a whole new light. And my world was rocked once again. Big Girls Do It Wilder I'm going. Going to New York City to be with gorgeous, mysterious, rockstar Chase Delany seemed like a crazy dream, a fantasy come true. The bright lights and music, and his tight, sexy leather pants called to me...and I answered. Chase might want more and I just might give it to him, if I could only forget what I started with Jeff back in Detroit. I thought I had my love life all figured out, I thought I knew what I wanted, and then things went and changed on me all over again... Big Girls Do It On Top I fled New York with my heart breaking and a million questions. Foremost in my mind was whether Jeff would even see me after the colossal mess that New York turned out to be. I discovered the answer, but that only spawned even more questions, many of the yes or no variety...
Ever and Cade, Sorry I vanished like I did. I'm not sure I can even explain things. I don't know when I'll be back. IF I'll be back. I'm not sure of anything, except that I love you, Ever. You're my twin, my best friend, and leaving you was the hardest thing I've ever done. I know you don't understand. Maybe you never will. I hope you don't, honestly. It would be easier that way. That's cowardly, I'm sure. Cade, take care of her. Love her, the way she deserves. The way you always have, for forever and always. If I could ask you anything, it's that you remember me as I was, and forget me as I am. I'm sorry, and goodbye, and I love you. Eden
War has taken everything from me. My family. My home. My innocence. In a country blasted by war and wracked by economic hardship, a young orphan girl like me has very few options when it comes to survival. Thus, I do what I must to live, to eat, and I try very hard to not consider the cost to my soul. My heart is empty, and my existence brutal. The one impossibility in my life is love. And then I meet HIM. *** War is hell. It takes a chunk out of a man's very soul to do the kinds of things war demands of you. You live with fear, you live with guilt, and you live with nightmares. If you haven't been through it, there's no understanding it. War leaves no room for love, no room for tenderness or softness. You gotta be hard, closed off, and ready to fight every moment of every day. Lose focus for a split second, and you're dead. Now the only thing that can save me is HER.
RYDER: You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, Laurel. And if that's all of you I ever get to see, I'll be the luckiest man in the world for having seen it. I swallow hard. He wasn't supposed to make it sweet. He was supposed to leave it dirty and inappropriate, so I could tell myself all he wanted was sex. That all he cared about was getting me naked, or if not that, then at least seeing me naked.Instead, he turned it sweet. And I couldn't tell myself any lies to keep me on my high horse.
La trilogie en un seul volume ! Te succomber " Je n'ai pas toujours été amoureuse de Colton Calloway ; j'ai d'abord été amoureuse de son petit frère, Kyle. Kyle fut mon premier amour... " À 18 ans, Nell est inconsolable. Kyle, à la fois son meilleur ami et l'amour de sa vie, l'a quittée. Elle sombre dans un chagrin fou dont personne ne semble pouvoir la tirer. Deux ans plus tard, la jeune femme croise le chemin de l'insaisissable Colton, le frère aîné de Kyle. La douleur est toujours vive, mais une irrésistible pulsion l'attire vers lui. Passion ? Fureur de vivre ? Un lien unique les unit et les consume au plus profond d'eux-mêmes. Colton pourra-t-il redonner à Nell le goût d'aimer ? Avertissement : Ce roman pour jeunes adultes comporte des scènes explicites de sexe. Il s'inscrit dans un nouveau genre appelé le " new adult ". "Véritable phénomène de l'année 2014 qu'il ne faudra pas manquer !" Melty.fr " Jason Dorsey était la dernière personne sur terre que je m'attendais à avoir au téléphone... " Nous succomber Rejeté par Nell, Jason, la star de l'équipe de football du lycée, se rabat sur la timide et bégayante Becca. Celle-ci a du mal à croire qu'elle va passer la soirée avec le garçon qui obsède ses pensées depuis toujours. Il est si populaire, et elle, si transparente... Aucun d'eux ne se doute encore qu'ils s'apprêtent à vivre une romance des plus torrides. Mais les années d'insouciance sont bientôt rattrapées par l'alcoolisme du père de Jason et la schizophrénie du frère de Becca. Entre la fièvre des premiers émois charnels et les épreuves de la vie, leur passion résistera-t-elle ? Lui succomber " Toi et moi ? Ça finira sans doute mal. Je vais certainement souffrir. Mais tu sais quoi ? Je m'en fous. C'est un risque que je suis prête à prendre. " À dix-huit ans, Kylie vient d'entrer à l'université. Mais malgré son caractère bien trempé, l'adolescente reste fragile. Lorsqu'elle tombe sous le charme ténébreux d'Oz Hyde, un garçon au passé trouble et à l'avenir plus qu'incertain, la catastrophe semble inévitable. Les deux adolescents se jettent pourtant à corps perdu dans la passion brûlante qui les unit. Sauront-ils s'arrêter avant d'être brisés à jamais ?
Roth and I are on an open-ended tour of the world. Roth being Roth, this means missionary in Morocco, reverse cowgirl in Calcutta, bent over the bow of a houseboat in Hanoi, slow and sleepy on St. John. Anywhere and everywhere, in every conceivable position, and some I didn't know were possible. Life was pretty incredible. Until I woke up in his chateau in France, alone. On the bed next to me was a note. There were only four words: He belongs to me.
Ever, These letters are often all that get me through week to week. Even if it's just random stuff, nothing important, they're important to me. Gramps is great, and I love working on the ranch. But... I'm lonely. I feel disconnected, like I'm no one, like I don't belong anywhere. Like I'm just here until something else happens. I don't even know what I want with my future. But your letters, they make me feel connected to something, to someone. I had a crush on you, when we first met. I thought you were beautiful. So beautiful. It was hard to think of anything else. Then camp ended and we never got together, and now all I have of you is these letters. S**t. I just told you I have a crush on you. HAD. Had a crush. Not sure what is anymore. A letter-crush? A literary love? That's stupid. Sorry. I just have this rule with myself that I never throw away what I write and I always send it, so hopefully this doesn't weird you out too much. I had a dream about you too. Same kind of thing. Us, in the darkness, together. Just us. And it was like you said, a memory turned into a dream, but a memory of something that's never happened, but in the dream it felt so real, and it was more, I don't even know, more RIGHT than anything I've ever felt, in life or in dreams. I wonder what it means that we both had the same dream about each other. Maybe nothing, maybe everything. You tell me. Cade Cade, We're pen pals. Maybe that's all we'll ever be. I don't know. If we met IRL (in real life, in case you're not familiar with the term) what would happen? And just FYI, the term you used, a literary love? It was beautiful. So beautiful. That term means something, between us now. We are literary loves. Lovers? I do love you, in some strange way. Knowing about you, in these letters, knowing your hurt and your joys, it means something so important to me, that I just can't describe. I need your art, and your letters, and your literary love. If we never have anything else between us, I need this. I do. Maybe this letter will only complicate things, but like you I have a rule that I never erase or throw away what I've written and I always send it, no matter what I write in the letter. Your literary love, Ever
I've always been a good girl. I grew up in a small town, dated my high school sweetheart all the way through college, and married him. I even waited until our wedding night for my first time. Yeah, that kind of good girl. Finding my husband in bed with the church secretary came as quite a shock, needless to say. Finding out he'd slept with just about every female in town was an even bigger shock. Discovering those dirty little secrets is what sent me on a journey that I will never forget. Includes the titles A SEXY JOURNEY, LA VITA SEXY, and A SEXY SURRENDER.
***Enjoy the first three Biker Billionaire stories in one volume, with a special bonus story*** A WILD RIDE The night I met Shane Sorrenson started off as the worst one of my life. I had just broken up with my fiance, John, after a huge fight. I decided I would rather walk home in the rain than drive with him another minute. Then Shane pulled up next to me on his Harley. He was huge, sexy and dangerous. Everything I'd never even dared fantasize about. I should have made him take me to a hotel, or a friend's house, or anywhere. Instead, I let him take me to his condo where he turned the worst night of my life into the most erotic, sensual experience I never would have imagined in my wildest dreams. THE MILE HIGH CLUB Well, I went with Shane. Crazy? Yes. But it was the ride of a lifetime. The things we did on his private jet...my god. It turned out, however, that I'd gotten myself into way more than I'd bargained for. I didn't even know he had a private jet, for starters. There's quite a lot I don't know about Shane Sorrenson, I discovered. I find myself faced with yet another last-minute decision that will change my life all over again. In a world of turbulent change, the one constant that I can rely on is hot sex with Shane. RIDING THE HEIR I jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire, it seems. I had a feeling there were some things about himself Shane Sorrenson was keeping from me. I mean, I knew his family was wealthy, but it turns out he is too. And now I've found my life, both day and night, becoming far more than I'd ever imagined it could be. Along the way, I've discovered a whole new side of Shane...
I was finally fulfilling my life-long dream of studying at Oxford University in England. I had a thesis. I had an apartment. The one thing I didn't have was time for a man. Especially not one as sexy and intriguing and distracting as Ian Stirling. Okay, I mean, maybe I did have a little time for a man. After all, it's not every day a ripped British sex-god sweeps you off your feet and does dirty, delicious things to you. Again and again. And again. For days. The problem is, Ian was just supposed to be a hunky distraction, but now my heart is craving him like my mouth craves cupcakes.
Chase Delany is a rock star. Rock stars are expected to rock hard onstage and party even harder offstage. Chase is living up to those expectations, and then some. He leaves everything he's got onstage, and drowns the ache in his soul at the bottom of a tequila bottle. And then there are the girls. They throw themselves at him nonstop, a never-ending train of hot girls who want in his signature tight leather pants. The problem? Nothing, no amount of booze and no amount of backstage sex can heal the cracks in his heart left by Anna's rejection. And then he runs into Jamie. Anna's best friend. The one girl in the whole world who is off limits to him. The one girl who happens to be the one thing that seems to soothe the hurt inside him. Forgetting her proves to be impossible. Jamie Dunleavy has always been an enthusiastic practitioner of the sexual arts. She's never apologized for it, and she owns it. She's been known to admit--to her best friend Anna Devine, at least--that she's a bit of a slut. Her deep, dark secret? She's tired of it. She doesn't want to be that girl anymore. She wants love, now more than ever, having watching Anna find her own happily-ever-after. So who does she find herself falling for? Chase Delany. Anna's very recent ex. A rockstar, and the one guy she knows she can't ever, ever be with. You don't bang your best friend's ex. You just don't. It's the one hard and fast rule of best friendship. Except, no matter how hard she tries to forget him, she can't seem to shake the image of his dark eyes and sexy tattoos and those lips she wants so badly to kiss and kiss until neither of them can breathe. She can't forget him, and she can't ever have him.
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