Résultats Éditeur "Insatiable Press" dans Horreur

I sit amongst the presidents, royalty, the captains of industry, and the wealthiest f--ks in the world. We own Spiked Roses - an exclusive, membership-only establishment in New Orleans where money or lineage is the only way in. It is for the gentlemen who own everything and never hear the word no. Sipping on whiskey, smoking cigars, and conducting multi-million dollar deals in our own personal playground of indulgence, there isn’t anything I can’t have...and that includes her. I can also have her if I want. And I want.

Frederic d'Estang, a stage performer with Byronic dark good looks, is famous for playing villains that women adore - the Phantom, Claude Frollo, Mr. Hyde. Facing a distressing premature end to his career due to developing Reinke's edema, a chronic voice disorder, he recalls how someone took a chance on him when he was just starting out, which launched him into stardom, and desires to do the same before his power and influence wane.

Nicky just wants to save her brother. She showed up with an envelope full of cash and a smart mouth and found herself in a den of monsters. I wish I could say I was the best of them, I wish I could protect her - but I’m far from perfect.

Falling for a man like Bryant Holbrook is just begging for heartbreak. Rich boys don’t look twice at waitresses from the fog, at least...not until now. One smart-mouthed taunt and his turquoise eyes are all over her. That cocky, bad-boy grin tempting her with the impossible. Now, it’s too late. Phee is pulled into a world of danger and corruption where Bryant must put everything at risk to keep her safe or risk losing her to keep his father’s dream alive.

My life is one long fevered dream, balancing between being killed or killing. The name Harley Crow is one to be feared. I am an assassin. A killer. The villain. I own it. I choose this life. Hell, I crave it. I hunger for it. The smell of fear makes me hard and is the very reason the blood runs through my veins. Until I meet her… Marlowe Masters. Her darkness matches my own. In my twisted world of dancing along the jagged edge of the blade… She changes everything. No weapon can protect me from the kind of death she will ultimately deliver.

Lucien, a centuries old vampire, lives a solitary life, with his mind and heart blocked to the past. But all that changes when he meets Eve, a witch who not only stirs an ancient power within him but who also teaches him to love again. This new life is threatened, however, when a powerful vampire who calls himself the Dark Prince vows to unleash a plague upon the earth. And he's after Eve to help him do it.

Lucien, a centuries-old vampire, lives a solitary life, with his mind and heart blocked to the past. But all that changes when he meets Eve, a witch who not only stirs an ancient power within him but also teaches him to love again. This new life is threatened, however, when a powerful vampire who calls himself the Dark Prince vows to unleash a plague upon the earth. And he's after Eve to help him do it.

Love isn't easy for a man raised on hate. Plain and simple. When David took Lianna Mercier to destroy her, he didn't know that he’d fall for her. A mistake he'd happily make again...because now she's his entire world. But he's not the only monster at her door. She's still heir to a family name steeped in blood and violence, a criminal family that she's too innocent to face alone, and they're coming for her. He'll die before he lets her go, because losing her will only end one way - with him eating a bullet. The only problem is...can he even ask her to choose him after all he's done?

Lianna Mercier has everything. She’s beautiful, well-educated, her father is rich, powerful - and she works for him. The perfect little princess, raised to be just like daddy. But it’s all a lie. A bloody, screwed up lie, and David Gethen is about to tear it all down and destroy Lianna in the process. He wants revenge, he wants to finish the plan his father started years ago - but after he takes her, after he tortures her, he begins to realize just how wrong he may have been.

I'm a collector of dolls. All kinds of dolls. So beautiful and sexy, they become my art. So perfect and flawless, my art galleries are flooded by the wealthy to gaze upon my possessions with envy. Normally I share my dolls for others to play with or watch on display. But not my special doll. No, not her. Ivy is the most precious doll of all. She's mine. All mine.