Titres dans Littérature et fiction

They're supposed to be enemies. It takes one night with a masked man to change that all. They crave the next touch of the person they hate the most. Desperate for that next taste of the person they can't stand. Waiting for that anonymous text message to accelerate their heartbeats. The thrill of the chase with the forbidden fruit is enough to blur the lines and the world around them. The first problem? They both have girlfriends. The worst problem? They're stepbrothers.

Born with all the vampire weaknesses and none of the gifts, I have little to offer my family—until my father, the prince, is poisoned. Only dragon tears will heal him, and the dragons are desperate for female mates. So, I'm offered as a sacrifice. Dumped in dragon territory in the Scottish Highlands, I'm quickly captured by Bram McGregor and Fergus Devlin. It's my body in exchange for the tears, and it doesn't matter how I feel about the trade. But as time passes, I feel a lot more than I expected.

They were my entire world, then everything fell apart. I didn't get to say goodbye, I didn't get to explain to them that my dad had finally gone off the deep end. Of course, they wouldn't have understood anyway—we were only eight and I never told them how bad it had gotten. Maybe if I had I wouldn't be in this fucked up situation.

Amidst political unrest, evidence of corruption and fraud, and a life-threatening medical issue, four men figure out what and who they are to each other.

I’m late for curfew once and my stepfather decides to spank me. The kicker? I’m 18...way too old for a spanking. Also, he’s hot when he’s angry, and he’s been angry a lot since Mom started screwing around on him. His demand is so irritating I snap at him. “Fine, you old bastard! Have at it!” And I drop my pants and bend over his knees. When the first smack hits hot against my behind, I’m not prepared for my reaction. It hurts. But it also feels good.

Ivy Noelle Winter is content with being a thirty-one-year-old unbonded omega with no prospects of a pack. She adores teaching fifth grade, she has wonderful friends—and that baking show marathon isn't going to watch itself. Until a snowstorm and power outage traps Ivy in her classroom after hours… with three men. Rome, the new alpha music teacher. James, the flirtatious beta vet he's bonded to. And Logan, the town's grumpy alpha electrician. Their scents call to Ivy and her body answers, setting off her first-ever mini-heat.

Julie meets Mitch, a sexy, passionate, and caring man, at her mother's engagement party, and sparks fly. She is shocked and devastated when she soon learns that Mitch is going to be her stepbrother. Still, the sexual tension between Julie and Mitch only seems to grow stronger even though they know it's wrong. Will Julie and Mitch be able to control themselves, or will they give into their desires and have to face the consequences?

In the once-quiet town of Willow Creek, my life was a steady beat, a rhythmic routine, until the carnival stormed in, a whirlwind of chaos and danger. Under the neon lights and haunting melodies, Cade's eyes found mine—piercing, intense, sending shivers through my soul. He was a dark storm, a looming shadow over my every move. Cade's obsession was relentless, his desire a madness that knew no bounds. Like a predator, he stalked me, every step a calculated move in his sinister dance.

The Bratva rule Las Vegas. The Cosa Nostra rule New York City. What happens when they merge their families? A new King and Queen of the Mafia are born. Illayana Volkov and Arturo De Luca have a long road ahead, with enemies around every corner. They'll have to protect and trust in one another to survive. With a brutal betrayal and danger lurking in the shadows, who can they really trust?

We are told God will punish the wicked; that sinful men will reap what they sow. We are told to scourge our souls with prayer and pain to become clean once again. Well, here I am. Wicked and sinful. Desperate to become clean - even though it feels so good to be dirty. But even I never expected what came next. Even I never expected my punishment to come so soon.

I’m a monster DNA experiment and she’s everything my beasts want. I escape the hell that tortured me for months. I’m turned into something so dangerous and brutal; I don’t recognize myself. And when I feel a pull in my chest, I follow it not understanding why. I see her and possession takes over. Her beauty is addiction. And her smell? God…her scent….mmm… It drives me insane.

She belongs to me...Just a glimpse and I know she was mine. She isn't like any other omega I've met, I hadn’t anticipated this need for her. I should have stayed away...Yet, I can't leave without her. There's a twisted, yearning, full of fear and anger inside me. For her...No one can stop me, from breaking her. From making her mine...She belongs to me...This is the prequel to the Knotted Omega Series. It traces Zeus' first inkling of the omega who will turn his life upside down, and the events leading to his rise to power as the General of London.

August Mulvaney has always been exceptional. As the genius son of an eccentric billionaire, his off-putting behavior is often blamed on his high IQ. They say there’s a thin line between genius and madness. August is both - a brilliant professor loved by his students and a ruthless, obsessive killer tasked with righting the wrongs of a failing justice system. And he’s just found his latest obsession: Lucas Blackwell.

Since the Final War, I’ve been doing just fine. I have a lovely cave, a darling vegetable patch, forest views . . . and if loneliness sometimes squeezes my aching heart, well, my books have always kept me company. That is, until a pack of hunters chase me from my home and right into the arms of several rather large, rather brutish ex-Army Rangers. And those brutes have the nerve to make me the rudest offer I’ve ever heard. Their protection—for my body.

When shy and secluded author Sara Fielding ventures from her country cottage to research a novel, she inadvertently witnesses a crime in progress—and manages to save the life of the most dangerous man in London. Derek Craven is a powerful and near-legendary gambling club owner who was born a...

They tricked me into a dark and unholy union. Three bastards in witch hats, leather pants, and iron masks. These supernatural stalkers have claimed me for their coven. They won't go away. These assholes will. not. leave. All because I fell for an urban legend: touch the Witch's Tree on a moonless night and discover magic. Wholesome magic like: kinky rituals, blood sacrifice, and jizz potions. Oh, and a forest god who eats people—while they're still alive and screaming. Send help, and I'll send cupcakes.

My newest obsession is nothing like any of my past hookups. A perma-scowl and general leave-me-alone attitude? Yeah, that's the kind of thing I usually stay away from. But the most shocking part about all of this is that the person who's got me all out of whack . . . isn't a girl. Bash is a six-foot-four-tatted personal trainer who seems to want nothing to do with me. Until I'm naked, that is. As soon as I'm dressed, he's more than ready to say goodbye. But if there's one thing getting a taste of Sebastian Crawford has taught me, it's that one taste just isn't enough.

He’s working at the same clinic with Chow. She’s engaged, but she still wants to please Joe.

I’ve always felt safer in the night. When a handsome stranger appears at my local pub on the eve of Yule, something in me recognizes him. Intense and guarded, Niklaus Night watches the room with stoic presence, but the banter flows easily, and his quiet smolder draws me in. The connection is wild and intoxicating, enough to have me considering taking a chance and being a little reckless, for once. Until a fight breaks out and he leaves me on the middle of the dancefloor without so much as a word of explanation.

Dear Santa: For Christmas, I want my boyfriend to come home from his mission safely. Of course, that’s what I told everyone when they asked. But deep down, I was struggling with the knowledge that I would probably never get what I truly wanted—what I craved to experience more than anything. That was until the annual Marine Corps toy donation, where I sat in Santa’s lap and made my wish. The love of my life surprised me with his presence, and even more so with his promises. I just didn’t think it would take sharing me with his best friend to achieve it.