Enemies To Lovers

Debut author Raeesah tells the story of two individuals certain they hate each other but are forced to view things in a new light when problems arise. Nyx just can't seem to escape her eternal night, the very darkness she was named after. Angry at the world, her hatred is ravenous for none other than Beckham Hunt, captain of the ice hockey team. Beckham loathes Nyx Taylor, that much he is certain of. Nobody boils his blood as she does and when she's hired to assist his team during championship season, he discerns that there's more to her than meets the eye. She was always the villain in his story. But, suddenly she's the plot twist he never saw coming. Each glare and scowl and insult piles up, put under tremendous pressure by their mutual hatred. Yet, peeking through their fury-clouded vision, they find the centre of their relationship blazing. Like two rival stars gravitating towards each other, Nyx and Beckham can do nothing when the law of attraction forces them to accept that passion doesn't always mean hatred, but perhaps something more.

You don’t really know a guy until you’ve vacationed with him… When Drew Wilson’s ex-boyfriend Joel “Six” Bailey asks her to go on his family trip to Hawaii with him just as her life is falling apart, she decides it's the perfect time to give him another chance. The hitch? The Bailey family includes Six’s rude older brother, Joshua—a hot-nerd doctor who has hated Drew since the moment they met and once suggested she’d steal the family silver. Drew is determined to win the Baileys over and give this thing with Six a fair shot…but Joshua is making that difficult. Not simply because he is in her way at every turn, but because—as one tropical adventure leads to the next—she’s beginning to wonder if obnoxious, odious Joshua might be the brother she actually belongs with.

The first time I met Merrick Crawford was during my job interview. Well, technically, I’d met him twenty minutes earlier when he’d barged into a fitting room a few doors down from my appointment. I yelled. He yelled. After an argument while standing in my bra, I proceeded to smash the door into the gorgeous jerk, trying to yank it shut. As you might imagine, I was freaked out when I discovered that the rude guy was my potential new boss. Yet he didn’t seem to recognize me. Or so I thought… Until we wound up bickering again during my interview and he told me to go sniff my armpit. Okay, so maybe I hadn’t exactly been changing when he walked in on me. In my defense, I’d been stuck on a hot train for two hours and wanted to make sure I didn’t smell. I obviously didn’t expect to get the job. But somehow an invitation to a second interview arrived in my inbox. Before I left, I asked to see Merrick. I needed to know why I was even in consideration after our disastrous start. Turned out, Merrick only wanted to hire me because I was the least competent candidate. It seemed his board was making him fill the position, against his wishes. I didn’t really want to work in a place where my boss expected me to fail. But I figured maybe I’d enjoy proving him wrong. It was a little thing I dubbed the boss project. What I wasn’t prepared for was that there would be other things I’d enjoy doing to Merrick Crawford. Getting involved with the boss wasn’t the smartest choice. But you know what they say about choices: Some we regret, some we are proud of. I just had no idea where this one was going to land.

She fears the dark. He rules it. Her dresses are too tight, her heels too tall. She laughs too loudly, eats without decorum, and mixes up most sayings in the book. Little do most know it’s just a sparkly disguise, there to hide one panic attack at a time. Nobody can crack Gianna’s facade . . . no one anyway, until he comes along. Most see a paragon of morality; a special agent upholding the law. In the New York underworld, others know him as a hustler, a killer, his nature as cold as the heart of ice in his chest. Christian Allister has always followed the life plan he’d envisioned in his youth, beneath the harsh lights of a frigid, damp cell. With a proclivity for order and the number three, he’s never been tempted to veer off course. But perhaps one should never say never . . . One winter night and their lives intertwine. She hates him—his stone-cold demeanor, his arrogance and too-perceptive eye—but over the years, even as their games consist of insulting each other’s looks and intelligence, she begins to live to play with him. Nowhere in Christian’s plans had he ever prepared for Gianna. She’s chaos embodied, not his type, and married, but none of that can stop his eyes from following her wherever she goes. All along, she doesn’t even know that she’s his—his frustration, his fascination. His maddest obsession.

There’s a devil on my shoulder, and every Monday morning she announces herself. She’s this delicious flame in my chest, a flurry of whispered suggestions in my ear. Suggestions I ignore…because every single one of them is about Ben Tate. Ben—Stealer of Clients, Evicter of Homeless Women, Nemesis. Sitting across from me every damn Monday with his lovely, smug smile and his too-perfect teeth, the living symbol of everything I hate. It’s been my policy to avoid him, but when a case comes into the firm—one that could change his career and mine—I make an exception. It means weekends and evenings by his side. It means enduring his smirk and his smart mouth and never taking the bait. Until the night Ben says, “Beg.” And that devil on my shoulder decides to make a few demands of her own.

I wanted him. He wanted to ruin me. It was the blood I noticed first. Running down the neck of the man on the ferry. Then his bruised knuckles, dark eyes, and arrogant smirk. The handcuffs came last. No one else paid him attention, but I couldn’t look away. Or deny my instant lust. I had no idea he was being imprisoned on the remote, dark Scottish island I knew well. Or that he’d been kidnapped, not arrested. I went from that naïve girl on the boat, dreaming of stolen kisses, to the one who held the key to his prison cell. When heat turns to hate, all that’s left is ruin. — Ruin (Dark Island Scots, #1) is a new adult romance with dark themes, including angst, lust-to-hate-to-love, and lost innocence. This series will be deeply interconnected, so expect the occasional wicked cliffhanger (and McRae cameo). It'll be well worth the heart palpitations. Lose yourself in Ruin.

Daniel Kerrington is a multimillionaire's son. He's got the whole package: blonde hair, piercing blue eyes.. killer lips. He's absolutely swoon-worthy. Too bad his personality is so full of shit. Daniel Kerrington is arrogant. Cocky. Insufferable. A walking one nightstand. Ever since our horrible encounter two months ago, we have pretty much established the fact that we hate each other. So there's no reason for the both of us to cross paths anymore, right? Wrong. Now that my parents' company has gone bankrupt, they have to turn to his father for help. Harry Kerrington offers to help the company and my parents on one condition: I'm to be engaged to his son. So basically I'm thrown together with the guy I loathe for the next three years of my life. Daniel and I have to push our feelings of mutual hatred aside and play our own part in making our fake engagement believable. We've got a lot to do if we want to make this work. But little did we know that we would be so wrapped up in our very own perfect illusion.

"Newsflash. You don't buy me, a$#%^\*e. You earn me." The bride is a doll. The groom is the perfect gentleman. But the rest of the wedding party? They're the stuff of nightmares. Rich? Check. Vapid? Double Check. Entitled? Not enough checks in the world. And the Best Man? More like the Worst Man. But Maid of Honor Franchesca takes her duties seriously. Kidnapped groom? She's got this. Rude attendees? You just watch her handle them. So a Best Man with a big attitude and an even bigger...checkbook? Yeah, there's no way she's going to let that pretentious, judgmental jackhole ruin her best friend's wedding. No matter how sexy he is. (Well, that's the plan anyway...) Aiden Kilbourn doesn't do long-term relationships. He's busy ruling the business world, and has yet to find a woman he can tolerate for longer than a month, two at the outside, anyway. Conquering the unconquerable is basically his bread and butter. And he hasn't met a challenge that he can't win. But Franchesca Baranski? This smart-mouthed girl from Brooklyn may just be his downfall.

Once upon a time, there was a guy who got so fed up with life that he resorted to murder and mayhem just to feel alive. Lorenzo Gambini is bored. So fucking bored. Most people either annoy him or avoid him, afraid to face him. Figuratively. Literally. With his face partially disfigured, scarred, he looks every bit the monster the stories make him out to be: the notorious menace they call Scar. They say he's a sociopath. Maybe he's a psychopath. Whatever path he's on, people tend to stay far away from it. Until one day, a young woman bumps right into him—a woman just as fed up with life, but for much different reasons. With a Scarlet Letter inked on her wrist and secrets buried deep in her soul, Morgan Myers is running from something... or maybe somebody. Lorenzo isn't quite sure. You can bet your ass he's going to figure it out, though.

From New York Times bestselling authors Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward comes a love story about taking chances, and the surprises that come with them. My love story all started with a letter. Only it wasn’t from the man I’d eventually fall in love with. It was from his daughter. A sweet little girl named Birdie Maxwell who’d written to the magazine that I worked for. You see, once a year, my employer fulfilled a few wishes for readers. Only that column didn’t start up again for months. So I fulfilled some of her wishes myself. It was harmless…so I thought. Until one day I took things too far. While anonymously granting yet another of Birdie’s wishes, I got a look at her father. Her devastatingly handsome, single dad father. I should have stopped playing fairy godmother then. I should have left well enough alone. But I just couldn’t help myself. I had a connection to this girl. One that had me acting irrationally. Like showing up on their doorstep.

Od bestsellerové autorky L. J. Shen přichází nový samostatný román o lásce mezi nepřáteli. Célian Laurent. Manhattanská smetánka. Nechvalně proslulý playboy. Dědic mediálního impéria. …A můj nový šéf. Mohla jsem na něj udělat dojem, nebýt nezapomenutelné známosti na jednu noc z minulého měsíce. Odešla jsem z ní s víc než jen orgasmy a příjemnou vzpomínkou — konkrétně s jeho peněženkou. Teď si mě měří pohledem, jako bych byla špína pod jeho italskými mokasíny, a já to mám snášet. Ale na tom, že jsem Judith „Jude“ Humphryová, je to, že nemám co ztratit. Holka z Brooklynu. Nechvalně proslulá podivínka. Dědička hromady účtů za lékařskou péči a potrhaného gauče. Když se na mě podívá přes místnost, vidím záblesk v jeho očích, a to z nás dělá soupeře. On to ví. Já taky. Každý den v redakci je bitva. Každá noc v jeho posteli válka. V sázce je však moje srdce a bojím se, že nakonec vytáhnu bílou vlajku.

Von der New-York-Times-Bestsellerautorin Kristen Callihan kommt eine kluge, gefühlvolle zeitgenössische Liebesgeschichte darüber, wie man bei den unwahrscheinlichsten Menschen Liebe findet. Als Kinder hassten sie einander. Macon Saint war wunderschön, aber trotz seines Namens wusste Delilah, dass er der Teufel war. Dass er mit ihrer leicht bösartigen Schwester Samantha zusammen war, machte die Sache auch nicht gerade besser. Als sie sich trennten, ging für Delilah ein Traum in Erfüllung: Sie musste ihn nie wiedersehen. Zehn Jahre später schreibt ihr alter Feind eine Nachricht. Delilahs Schwester hat Macon, inzwischen ein aufstrebender Hollywoodstar, ein wertvolles Erbstück gestohlen, und er will sich holen, was ihm zusteht. Es gibt nur ein Problem: Sam hat sich aus dem Staub gemacht. Zwischen Macon und Delilah sprühen noch immer die Funken, nur fühlt sich diese Hitze beunruhigend nach unerwünschter Anziehung an. Doch Delilah will unbedingt verhindern, dass ihre zartbesaitete Mutter vom Diebstahl ihrer Schwester erfährt. Also schlägt sie einen Deal vor: Sie wird die Schuld begleichen, indem sie Macons persönliche Köchin und Assistentin wird. Das ist ein Rezept für eine Katastrophe, aber Macon kann nicht anders, als zuzustimmen. Obwohl Delilah ihn eindeutig hasst, ist da etwas an ihr, das sich wie Zuhause anfühlt. Außerdem sind sie keine Kinder mehr, und aus der einst bitteren Rivalität könnte etwas Süßeres werden. Etwas wie für immer.

I never should have gone commando in that dress. I'm almost positive the rest of it wouldn't have happened if I hadn't been dangling off a hotel balcony with my lady parts in the breeze. And of course the one person to witness my mortification had to be HIM. Camden Cox. Sure, today he's gorgeous and wealthy, and fine, I can admit he has a great sense of humor. But once upon a time, he was the boy who loved to make my life miserable. He no longer pulls my pigtails, but I know his type. He wants one thing, and one thing only. A chance to get in my pants. Nope. Not happening. Not even with that sexy Southern drawl. But I'm Sophie Abbott, and if there's one thing I'm good at, it's making a mess. Only this isn't just a mess. It's a disaster. A Sophie disaster. Because after a wild night in Vegas, I wake up naked in his hotel room. And I'm pretty sure we got married. Author's note: An adorkable hot mess who throws a cocky charmer completely off his game. Plus a salty dad playing matchmaker, laugh-out-loud banter, a couch scene that will melt your Kindle, and the swooniest of swoony happy endings. Marrying Mr. Wrong can be read as a stand alone.

FOSTER “Look out for Zach and don’t hit on him.” My brother’s request sounds easy enough. Keep an eye out for his best friend on campus and keep my hands to myself. Easy. Even if Zach is a quintessential nerd, who I’ve always thought was cute, I don’t have the time to think with my … stick. There’s only one stick I should be focused on this year, and that’s my hockey stick. My goal once I graduate is to get an NHL contract. The last thing I need is a distraction. On or off the ice. Only, keeping to the rules is harder than I thought it would be. ZACH People confuse me. And no one more than Foster Grant. I’ve barely spoken two words to him in the whole time I’ve known him, but the second I step foot on campus, he’s impossible to shake. I can never anticipate his next move. And whenever we’re together, my next move is a total mystery as well. I want to give in to him, but that might mean coming clean about something I’ve never been bothered about before. I’m still carrying my V-card. And I think it’s time to turn it in.

I shouldn't have been out in that storm. I knew it the second my feet hit the ground, and my flip-flops slid in the mud. Unfortunately, I had no idea what in the world I was doing. Not with my kids, or the three horses in my barn...and definitely not in the small, country town we'd recently moved to. Being told all these facts, while being reluctantly rescued by my brand-new neighbor didn't help matters either. Arrogant, bossy, and rude—and okay, impossibly sexy—Reid was easily the most infuriating person I’d ever met. I had zero plans to ever speak to the recluse again after that night. Unfortunately, he happened to be the only local horse instructor and the only hope I had at getting my kids in a saddle. Desperation had me creating an alliance with him. Envy had me craving the connection he built with them. Distracted by his gentle touches, and his smooth smiles, I missed how close his demons danced to my ghosts. While I was slowly letting him into my heart, I didn't even realize he’d already stolen it once before. \This is a complete standalone book, with no cliffhanger and no cheating.\

“Until death do us part, darling. This is my solemn vow.” Niko Vanyin. Mogul. Dirty talker extraordinaire. Crime boss? And my brother’s best friend. He broke my heart fifteen years ago, I thought that was the end of our story, But he's been playing the long game. Recently divorced and raising my sons, He was supposed to be an ego boost—a fun rebound. What I got was a dance with the devil … all the way to the altar. He has more secrets than the Medicis, And I'm pretty sure I should be terrified by him. Because he’ll scorch the earth to protect me, Ruin those who get in his way, But when he looks at me with those cool blue eyes, the world just melts away. Ours is a story of three parts. Before. Now. And what comes after I'm forced to marry him.

Alessio… Cold. Ruthless. Killer. I am respected and feared by all. I wasn’t put on this earth to love or be loved. I was put here to wipe out every last member of the damn Abandonato mafia, to pay them back for my mother’s death. When I find a strange girl hiding, beaten, under my bed, I don’t let her live out of compassion. She’s a trinket, my plaything. Ayla… I thought Alessio was only one more man who wanted to use me, hurt me, and throw me away. I don’t know what it is to trust anymore. I can’t find my heart under the pain. Alessio found it. He touched it, and brought it alive again. But if he discovers just how dangerous I am to him…I’ll lose my life.

I’ve worked for men all my life, been enslaved by them. But my new boss is different—he buys me designer handbags to ensure I’m on time. But scowls at me when he hands them over. He’s intoxicating. Dangerous. All the things I should stay away from. The thing is… when his hands touch mine, I’m not disgusted, and I should be. Because he owns a scandalous club, and I work there… He’s the villain in everyone’s story except mine. In fact, it would classify me as the villain in his story. And that’s okay, I’m fine with that title. A Villain's Lies is a Enemies to Lovers, workplace romance novel. This book can be read as a standalone as the first book is his brothers.

He'd never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she'd say every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She'd never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find that, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. ~~~ "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk.

JACOBS For the last three years, I’ve lived and breathed hockey with one goal: team captain. There’s only one thing standing in my way. TJ Beckett. Beck is irresponsible and immature, and I’ve hated him since the moment we met freshman year. Yet, the coaches see something in him I obviously can’t, and they refuse to choose between us. The captain spot is going to a team vote, and the team thinks that what we need are a bunch of challenges to prove our worth. Challenges that have nothing to do with hockey. Challenges that are throwing me and Beck together. And he’s still as infuriating as ever. BECK I have no idea why Christopher Jacobs hates me, and I can’t say I care. I like pushing his buttons, but the guy needs to loosen up. I’m going to win these stupid challenges easily and spend my senior year as hockey king on this campus. Tormenting Jacobs at the same time will just be a bonus. Even if I’m getting confusing feelings toward him, I won’t let it hold me back. When it comes to competing, I’m all in, and nothing will get between me and the W.

Hockey goalies are known to be obsessive—but none more so than my ex’s brother. I just didn’t expect to be on the receiving end of his dark possessive streak. After a mortifying public break up with his older brother and teammate, Miles Whiteshaw declares me as his. That I’ve always been his, minus my year-long lapse in judgment. The only problem? I’ve sworn off of two things: Whiteshaw boys and love. But Miles will go to any length to prove that we belong together—and I’m not sure we’ll survive the fall out if he’s wrong.

“I thought if I could crack the code to falling in love, maybe someday it would work for me.” Corban Nash is a self-proclaimed data nerd with a sexy half smile and a set of abs that leave girls drooling. He developed a theory he claims will make two people fall in love. And after numerous tests on friends and family, it’s been successful for everyone who’s tried it. The problem is, it’s never worked on him. And he doesn’t know why. Still, he’s determined to prove his theory. The only thing standing in his way? His nemesis, Hazel Kiegen. Hazel refuses to be distracted Corban’s adorable awkwardness or his temptingly muscular body. He claims to have cracked the code to falling in love, and she’s going to prove him wrong. From the moment these two rivals meet, their chemistry is irresistible. And what’s wrong with a little sex between enemies? But when they put Corban’s theory to the test for themselves, the results are deliciously unexpected. Author’s note: Stand-alone romcom featuring a sexy nerd with a great big... heart. Tons of tension and witty banter. Super hot frenemies with benefits. Badass lady friendships with a widening circle of trust. And a romantic HEA that will leave you swooning.

All I wanted was a break–two weeks off from being Pixie Hart, country music sensation, and fourteen days of peace, privacy, and solitude as plain old Kelly Jo Sullivan. But thanks to some overzealous paparazzi, my family refuses to let me go anywhere alone, and I’m stuck sharing this tiny cabin with a tall, dark, and bearded stranger. And guess what? There’s only one bed. Well, he can couch it. Xander Buckley might be hotter than a stolen blow torch, and I get that he’s a former Navy SEAL and all, but the man gives new meaning to the words overbearing, overprotective, bossy alpha male. I can’t even post a photo on social media without him warning me it’s not safe, or take a morning jog without him following behind. But he’s made it clear that what he says goes, and if I don’t like it, I can kiss my vacation goodbye. Instead, I end up kissing him. I don’t even know how it happened–one minute we were at each other’s throats, the next we were at each other’s mercy. What’s even more shocking is how good we are together. He understands my need for freedom, and I understand his need for control. But emotional trust doesn’t come easily to me. And we’re on two completely different paths. Without question, I’d put my life in his hands. Just don’t ask me to give him my heart.

When my parents took me to a hockey camp as a kid, they never dreamed it would take me off the path of becoming a doctor, like everyone else in the family. Unfortunately for them, the moment I stepped into that arena and onto that ice, there was no going back. Fast\-forward to my junior year at Brooks University, and I’ve got one shot to make it to the pros. It’s now or never. Because if I don’t? Hello, medical school. Good\-bye, skates. The season gets even harder when the hockey team is forced to work with the dance team for a fundraiser, and I’m paired with the daughter of my family’s sworn enemy. As much as I hate to admit it, Sutton Savage is hard not to notice with her dark hair, big blue eyes, and angelic face to go along with those mouthy lips. Soon, it’s damn near impossible for me to hate her. And before I know it, I’m striking up a deal with her for her to be my girlfriend. My fake girlfriend. Since we were kids, I’ve found Sutton to be an entitled brat, someone I couldn’t stand, but suddenly, I’m looking at her differently. And when no one is around, I still want to kiss her … and I realize things are becoming a lot more complicated than I ever imagined they would. Romeo and Juliet were forbidden to be together, and look how well that turned out for them. The thing is, I’m beginning to see Sutton is worth drinking the poison for. She might not be the one I’ve always wanted. But now, she’s the only one I see.

From USA Today & Wall Street Journal bestselling author Michelle Heard comes a new standalone, full-length romantic suspense novel. My father is the head of the Bratva, but being born out of wedlock, I’ve never been a part of that world. Until a hit is taken out on me. I’m kidnapped in the dead of night and waking up, it’s to come face to face with Demitri Vetrov. Dangerous and heartless, Demitri is the most feared man in the world. I’ve heard whispers of what he’s capable of. I’m thrown into a nightmare where I don’t know who I can trust, and fear for my life is my only constant companion. I’m forced to be at Demitri’s mercy, I’m just not sure he has any. It also doesn’t help that he’s disarmingly attractive. Tall, dark, and deadly. Knowing this, he uses it against me like a weapon, breaking down my walls faster than I can put them up. There’s a war coming, and I’m right in the middle of it. The only question is, will Demitri be the one to save me or kill me? STANDALONE: Romance Suspense full-length novel. WARNING: This book contains subject matter that may be sensitive for some readers. There is dark and triggering content between these pages. 18+ only. Please read responsibly.

She'll save Christmas just to spite him... When a late season hurricane hits Merry, Connecticut, city manager and single dad Noah Yates has to inform the already devastated residents that there won't be a Christmas Festival this year. No festival means no tourism dollars. A disaster of epic proportions for his hometown. But when home renovation expert slash smoking hot reality TV star Catalina King shows up with a camera crew and a budget big enough to put the town back together again, Noah balks. Hard. The last time Cat was in town she stirred up trouble everywhere she went. (Residents are still talking about the town's first and only bar fight.) Noah doesn't need a TV diva capitalizing on his town's tragedy or filling his daughter's head with glitz and glam. Cat is ready and willing to put Merry back in Christmas mode with a holiday special that will leave everyone believing in miracles and get her friends back in the home they love. But there's one big problem standing in her way. And his name is Noah Yates. He's wrong about her and she can't wait to prove it. Ring those jingle bells because it's on.

\PART ONE OF A DUET\ No good ever comes from a red-head in a stolen dress with her worldly possessions at her feet. I should have known she was trouble when smoke and sin followed her into my bar and she challenged me to a game. She may have won my watch, but she started a war. As she slipped my Breitling off my wrist and onto her own, she gleefully announced she was the luckiest girl in the world. Yeah, lucky to everyone but me. Because the moment her muddy boots stomped down the stairs and up my spine, my empire started to crumble. My cashmere charm is wrinkling. My gentlemanly facade is cracking. My enemies are closing in. Maybe the gypsy was right: The Queen of Hearts will drag me down to hell. At least it’s wonderfully warm among the flames. DARK MAFIA ROMANCE - ENEMIES TO LOVERS - AGE GAP - SLOW BURN \\\* SOMME’S NOTES: Sinners Condemned is part one of a duet, and because of this, it ends on a cliffhanger. Rafe & Penny’s story continues in Sinners Consumed, which will be out September 7. For a better reading experience, please read Sinners Anonymous before reading Sinners Condemned. You should know that I write dark romance, and my stories–including this one–aren’t for the faint of heart. They contain several triggers, so aren’t suitable for everyone.

Von der USA-Today-Bestsellerautorin Rina Kent kommt eine neue düstere Mafia-Romance. Ich will Rache. Er will die Welt beherrschen. Kirill und ich sind so verschieden wie Tag und Nacht. Wir hätten nicht im selben Bild oder Universum sein sollen. Doch wir begegnen uns unter den seltsamsten Umständen. Er ist mein Vorgesetzter beim Militär und der Mann, der mich mit dem Blutbad bekannt machen wird. Sein Charme und seine äußerliche Perfektion hätten mich nicht verführen sollen. Hinter der Rauchwand lauert ein manipulativer, gefühlloser Monster. Und dieses Monster könnte all meine Geheimnisse herausfinden, einschließlich des Grundes, warum ich so tue, als wäre ich ein Mann. Er könnte mich auch bis zum Punkt ohne Wiederkehr locken. Dieses Buch ist Teil einer Trilogie und kein eigenständiger Roman.

The most brutal don in the city has a weakness: me. I never wanted the life my parents tried to force on me, so I vowed I’d never marry a mobster. Yet here I am, walking down the aisle toward mobster of the century, all to save my sister. Rafaele Messero. Cold, ruthless, and irritatingly handsome. Not that I’ve noticed. After all, this marriage is the end of all my hopes and dreams. And for him, it’s nothing more than a calculated business move. At least that’s what I think, until he snaps at the priest to hurry up so that he can kiss me. He’s known as the ice prince, but when his lips crash down on mine, all I feel is searing heat. That’s when I know I’m in serious trouble. My plan was to keep my distance from Rafaele, but he’s not interested in that. He’s interested in me. Now that I know what he craves, I vow to never give it to him. I will never submit to my husband, no matter how relentlessly he tries to conquer me.

Oran Lina Schultze is a pawn. A shiny piece of plastic I’ll use in my plan for revenge. I’ll seduce her. Claim her. Then flaunt my acquisition in front of her ex, Lawrence Wellington—The man I plan to destroy. Once my mission is complete, I’ll send Lina packing. She’ll be the easiest and most … pleasurable part of my vengeance. Charming her away from a man old enough to be her father won’t be an issue. And if it comes down to it, I’m not above using force. Lina Oran Byrne has made his intentions clear—He’ll stop at nothing to have me. But he’s just like every other rich, entitled asshole. He doesn't know me. All he sees is a pretty object to be possessed and discarded. They all underestimate me. I’ve come back to the Olympus Club for a reason, And I won’t let anything stop me, Least of all a smooth\-talking criminal with arsenic on his tongue. If Oran expects me to fall into his open arms, He’s in for a world of disappointment. \*Vicious Seduction is the fourth book in The Byrne Brothers series. Each book in the series features a different couple and can be read as a standalone with a happily ever after, but for maximum enjoyment, follow the recommended reading order. A dark romance with adult themes, Vicious Seduction may not be suitable for sensitive audiences. A Note from the Author: Rivals to lovers has never been as deliciously seductive as Oran and Lina’s story. Bold, determined, and ruthless, these two go head\-to\-head, and the result is explosive in the most delectable way. Get ready for sexual tension dripping from every captivating page! For those of you who are new to me, I write what I'd call "mafia lite." My heroes are hardened criminals with soft spots for their heroines. There may be violence and cruelty in my books, but never between the main characters. Enjoy!

Butting heads leads to knocking boots in this wildly sexy enemies\-to\-lovers, grumpy/sunshine, small town cowboy romance by Jessica Peterson. My dad and I have been estranged for years. But as his only living relative, it’s no surprise I inherit his massive cattle ranch when he dies. Something that is a surprise? The stipulation in his will, which requires me to live on the ranch and actively manage it for a year before I can access my inheritance money. I haven’t stepped foot in Hartsville, Texas, population one thousand, since my parents split when I was six. Now a city girl through and through, I never imagined having to move back to cowboy country. But I need the money to invest in my company, and a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. There’s just one giant roadblock to my plan: the ranch’s foreman, grumpy cowboy Cash Rivers. I don’t care how good he looks in his Wranglers and chaps. He’s rude, he’s growly, and he wants me gone. I’d fire him in a heartbeat, but I need this cowboy to teach me the ropes of running a ranch. We’re enemies from the get\-go. But turns out, Cash is really good at this ranch thing. He’s got strong hands, an intelligent mind, and let’s just say everything really is bigger in Texas. Working alongside him leads to conversations beneath the stars. Throw in some cheek\-to\-cheek dancing at the local dive bar, and it all feels so right that I start to fall in love with life on the ranch. And maybe with him, too. But my stay in Hartsville is only temporary. And you know what they say about cowboys: they may break horses, but they also break hearts. If only Cash hadn’t already lassoed mine… CASH is the first standalone book in the brand new steamy, interconnected Lucky River Ranch Series.

Knives Out gets a holiday rom\-com twist in this rivals\-to\-lovers romance\-mystery from New York Times bestselling author Ally Carter. The bridge is out. The phones are down. And the most famous mystery writer in the world just disappeared out of a locked room three days before Christmas. Meet Maggie Chase and Ethan Wyatt: She’s the new Queen of the Cozy Mystery. He’s Mr. Big\-time Thriller Guy. She hates his guts. He thinks her name is Marcie (no matter how many times she’s told him otherwise.) But when they both accept a cryptic invitation to attend a Christmas house party at the English estate of a reclusive fan, neither is expecting their host to be the most powerful author in the world: Eleanor Ashley, the Duchess of Death herself. That night, the weather turns, and the next morning Eleanor is gone. She vanished from a locked room, and Maggie has to wonder: Is Eleanor in danger? Or is it all some kind of test? Is Ethan the competition? Or is he the only person in that snowbound mansion she can trust? As the snow gets deeper and the stakes get higher, every clue will bring Maggie and Ethan closer to the truth—and each other. Because, this Christmas, these two rivals are going to have to become allies (and maybe more) if they have any hope of saving Eleanor. Assuming they don’t kill each other first.

On the run, I never expected Archer Sin—reclusive, arrogant, and tattooed—to be the doorstep I landed on. Even though he hates me too, Archer agreed to keep me safe from the man who left me broken and bruised. It should be easy to stay out of each other’s way when we’re complete opposites. He wants nothing to do with me and I want nothing to do with him, other than the haven he’s providing. Archer is always glued to his computers anyway, brown hair falling over his eyes as his inked fingers dance across the keyboards. But as I try to start over in this new city, my reluctant protector is stalking me, ruining every date I go on. I should hate how Archer watches me, eyes tracking me, but I don’t. One drunken forbidden kiss alters everything. You can’t outrun the past forever. Our fate was sealed before we ever began. Set in the Sinners and Angels universe, can be read as a standalone. Meant for mature audiences.

Jasper Devereaux: The Reapers’ golden boy, my ex\-boyfriend, and the first man to truly break my heart. Oh, and now he’s my fake boyfriend. He insists a fake relationship is the best solution to our problems. My persistent ex will back off, and his mom will stop trying to set him up on blind dates. The rules are straightforward: act like we’re in love in public only, don’t let the lines blur, and whatever we do, don’t fall for each other. Again. Every touch feels too real, every kiss reminds me of what we once had, and sticking to our rules becomes nearly impossible. Our little charade is the hottest gossip in Avalon Falls, but as the sparks between us reignite, a chilling string of murders rocks our town, adding danger to the mix. Pretending to date Jasper was supposed to be a temporary fix. But as the danger closes in, I realize my heart—and maybe even my life—might be on the line. tropes: fake dating small town forced proximity black cat \& golden retriever who hurt you? one mf bed

Lucia Moretti dedicated seven years to her fiancé’s NFL journey, carving out a life alongside him as an analyst. But when Max Clark’s cheating leads to her public humiliation and unemployment, what better place to go than to the team of his arch-nemesis? Although rival quarterback Colton Beaumont infuriates her, she knows working with him will help her advance to her dream career—becoming head analyst of an NFL team. Colton may be coming off a Super Bowl win, but he can’t seem to find his rhythm this season. He’ll do whatever it takes to improve his game so that he can return to being the Charleston Sabertooths’ adored first-string quarterback. Even if that means working with Lucia—the woman who helped crush his college championship hopes and nearly married the enemy. When Lucia’s morals come into question in a very public way, Colton makes her an offer she’s too desperate to pass up: he’ll help boost her reputation, if she helps him get back at his least favorite person, and her ex-fiancé, Max. Only, now that their deal is forcing them to spend more time together, neither is sure what’s real and what isn’t. As the lines of their agreement begin to blur, they discover that they may have been completely wrong about each other from the start.

Jeden měsíc s Vincem Tanevem: horká nováčkovská hvězda Tampy Přístup 24 hodin denně, 7 dní v týdnu, na ledě i mimo něj. Titulek říká vše a moji šéfové jsou v sedmém nebi, když mi do klína spadne životní příležitost. Samozřejmě netuší, že jsem už Vince Coola potkala na galavečeru hvězd — a celou dobu jsme si šli po krku. Nevadí, že je tak přitažlivý, až to dokazuje, že Bůh má své oblíbence — rozcuchané hnědé vlasy, žhavé oříškové oči, úšklebek rockové hvězdy a jizvu nad obočím, která přivádí každou ženu do varu. Je to bohatý, arogantní playboy — typ, který až příliš dobře znám a kterému jsem odhodlaná se už nikdy nepřiblížit. Jenže poté, co moje reportáž z galavečera vzbudí rozruch, uzavřou generální manažer týmu a můj generální ředitel dohodu. Aby pomohli zaplnit arénu při domácích zápasech, budu mít Tampinu novou naleštěnou hračku pěkně zblízka. Ať už bude na tréninku, hrát zápas, pařit, nebo pít kávu napůl nahý ve svém bytě — u všeho budu. Vince mi leze pod kůži jako nikdo jiný. Netrvá dlouho a ta papírově tenká hranice mezi nenávistí a touhou se rozmaže; být s ním každou bdělou minutu dne mi nedává šanci uniknout jeho ďábelskému pohledu. Vzduch mezi námi jiskří. Napětí je dost žhavé na to, aby rozpustilo mé zábrany. Ale vím, jak tenhle příběh skončí. Už jsem si tím jednou prošla. Ať se sebevíc snažím chránit své srdce, moje tělo je zrádce — a pokud na mě ten muž položí ruce, vím, že podlehnu touze. Myslela jsem si, že jeden měsíc s Vincem Tanevem je hra, kterou snadno vyhraju. Ale možná jsem právě potkala sobě rovného soupeře.

From \#1 New York Times bestselling author Alex Aster comes her adult debut novel Summer in the City—a swoony, fast\-paced rom\-com set in New York City in which a screenwriter and a sexy tech CEO go from lovers to enemies and back to lovers again… Twenty\-seven\-year\-old screenwriter Elle has the chance of a lifetime to write a big\-budget movie set in New York City. The only problem? She’s had writer’s block for months, and her screenplay is due at the end of the summer. In a desperate attempt at inspiration, Elle ends up back in the city she swore she would never return to, in an apartment she could never afford (floor\-to\-ceiling windows, skyline views, and a new coffee shop to haunt included). It’s the perfect place to write her screenplay…until she realizes her new neighbor is tech “Billionaire Bachelor” Parker Warren, her stairwell hookup from two years ago. It’s been a lovers\-to\-enemies situation ever since. When seeing him again turns into a full night of hate\-fueled writing, Elle realizes her enemy/twisted muse might just be the key to finishing her screenplay... if she can stand being around her polar opposite. She writes anonymously, and he’s on the cover of every business magazine. He frequents fancy red carpeted events, and she doesn’t like leaving her emotional support five block radius. One summer. One wall apart. He needs to fake a buzzy relationship during his company’s precarious acquisition. She needs to write a movie around a list of NYC locations. Both need a break from their unrelenting schedules, and a chance to rediscover the skyscraper glimmering, pizza crusted, sunlit charms of the city. Summers always end, and so will this agreement. It’s all pretend. Promise. Until it isn’t.

Climbing Kilimanjaro? No thank you. Climbing it with Miller West? Absolutely f\\\ing not.* A full week without showers, a real bed or Internet was bad enough. Spending it with my family’s sworn enemy—the unbearably smug, indecently handsome Miller West—is a bridge too far. I’m determined to remain enemies, even if sparring with him is my favorite thing in the world. Even if he’s hell-bent on protecting me, whether I need it or not, and surprisingly kind, no matter how awful I am to him. But eight days is a long time to hate someone you’re sleeping next to. Especially when you suspect you never hated him at all. And what happens on Kilimanjaro stays on Kilimanjaro...right?

He’s cocky. Infuriating. And irresistible. I can’t decide if I want to kiss him or kill him. When I stepped into the courtroom this morning, I intended to fight for my client’s life. I never expected to run for my own. Now the courthouse is in lockdown, and I’m trapped in a tiny room with my nemesis—the West Oaks PD cop who hates me most. He’s a single dad with a growly attitude. And he’s the star witness against my client. But it turns out Detective Sean Holt and I do have something in common. This threat against us is personal, and the maniac behind it wants us both dead. We have one week to catch whoever’s trying to kill us, assuming we don’t off each other first. But as we hunt down leads, I start to suspect I don’t hate Sean Holt after all. I might even like him. And all this hostility is really turning me on… Get ready for action, scorching steam, and plenty of swoon! Attorney Janie Simon and Detective Sean Holt go from enemies to lovers in this heart-pounding and heartwarming romantic suspense.

Only the devil can save me from hell. I just have to marry him first. Michael Hart is sin in a suit: dark blond curls, icy blue eyes, and tattoos etched in secrets. By day, he’s a billionaire tech mogul. By night, a mafia king. Our paths were never meant to cross—until I’m promised to one of his brutal underbosses. Obviously, I run. Guess who tracks me down? The devil himself. I expect punishment. Pain. A cage. Instead, I’m offered a way out: marry Michael and live under his protection. Safe. Untouchable. It’s a lie, of course. Nothing about him is safe. One night is enough to see the truth. He doesn’t want to protect me. He wants to own me. Worship me. Break me. And if I’m not careful… I might let him. Devil’s Tulip is a standalone, dual pov dark mafia romance featuring a possessive, ‘touch her & I’ll unalive you’ type anti-hero and a feisty, smart heroine. No OW drama, no cliffhanger, and a hard-won HEA.

This is Connor Walsh & Ryan Henneman's book. Date is just a placeholder. I’m falling for my husband, and that’s worse than anything the ruthless titan can threaten me with, because love—family—well, they never last. Grab your copy of this steamy MM featuring an over the top possessive hockey player and his teammate. This is a forced marriage college hockey romance with a bi-awakening, two broken MCs, and first times.

He offered me a crazy deal I couldn’t refuse. Even if I knew I made it with the devil within him. Antonio All I wanted was a nanny, until she walked in and breathed a need into me. I craved her as my wife even if it was only a marriage of convenience. I would make sure she would never leave me even if I had to tie her to my bed. As long as she stayed with me. Divya I went to him to fulfil my financial needs. I didn’t know he would disrupt my world. Then I discovered the darkness within him and knew he wasn’t the type to walk the moral line. Yet, I stood and watched… even as he burned me. Can Divya forgive Antonio’s secrets and accept him, even though his darkness is far greater than any of her nightmares? Nanny to the Mafia, the standalone first book in The Shadows of Cosa Nostra Chronicles, is a Mafia, forced marriage, enemies to lovers, interracial romance featuring a possessive consigliere and his innocent British-Indian nanny. While this spicy, dark mafia romance promises a HEA, readers may find some themes concerning. Use the preview feature for details. Please note: This book is written in British English.

Elizabeth My brother was getting married. At Christmas no less. The holiday I hated the most. Let me list all the reasons why this will be the worst season yet: One would be my luggage not arriving. Two would be being told I had to find somewhere else to sleep since my room was occupied by family members. Oh, and now I am forced to stay with my brother's best friend. The man who broke my heart seven years ago. Nate My best friend was getting married. I was happy for him. Until I had to offer his sister my spare bedroom. It'd be fine, two weeks and she'd be out of my hair. But the thing with Elizabeth was that she pushed every single button I have. She gets under my skin in the best ways. All we have to do is survive the wedding and the holiday. Then she'll be gone yet again. Unless maybe, just maybe, my wish of having her comes true.