Résultats Éditeur "Harlequin Books S.A." dans Littérature érotique

All her life Melody Evans has wanted to marry a plain, average man who doesn’t take risks. But when the foreign embassy is taken over by terrorists and she’s rescued by a daring Navy SEAL, Melody blames the extreme circumstances for their ensuing passion. When it comes to ordinary, Harlan “Cowboy” Jones is anything but, and their encounter leaves Melody with a little more than just memories.

One in a million - that's what widow Stephanie Wynne figured her chances were of finding a man who could help her raise her kids instead of acting like one himself. After experiencing that with her late husband, she was happy to finally be in control of her own life. Sure, it could get a little lonely, but there were ways around that…. FBI negotiator Nash Harmon was trained to be cool and detached in every situation. But when he came to Stephanie's B&B, there was something about her lively family that drew him in.

This is what happened: I met him at the candy store. He turned and smiled at me and I was surprised enough to smile back. This was not a children's candy store, mind you, this was the kind of place you went to buy expensive imported chocolate truffles for your boss' wife because you felt guilty for having sex with him when you were both at a conference in Milwaukee.

After Nina Cormier was jilted at the altar, the empty church exploded. Then someone tried to run Nina off the road, and she realized someone wanted her dead--but who? That's what Detective Sam Navarro needs to find out...fast. With a nightmare unfolding around them, Sam and Nina decipher the stunning truth. Now they're at the mercy of a brilliant madman who plays for keeps.

Being a Navy SEAL is more than a career to Alan “Frisco” Francisco—it is his whole world. So when a bullet wound threatens his future in the Navy, he is determined to achieve a full recovery…all on his own. But his lovely neighbor Mia Summerton has other plans for him. She can’t mend his wounded body, but can she heal his heart?

Laurel Scanlon has the gift of sight, an ability passed down to the eldest daughter of each generation. It is this gift - curse, perhaps - drove her own mother mad and has left Laurel unwilling to trust in love...except in her dreams. Anxious for a new beginning, she decides to retreat to Mimosa Grove, an old estate outside Bayou Jean, Louisiana. Mimosa Grove belongs to Laurel now, bequeathed by her maternal grandmother. Laurel feels the history and tragedy here, and she senses something...unfinished.

Alexia Scott only wants a peaceful vacation in Mexico, far away from her hectic Wall Street job. But sexy-as-sin resort owner Carlos Rivera has a more energetic plan for her in mind. The captivating stranger makes Alexia forget all about her work with his skilled seduction - all without saying a word.

But as their passionate encounters continue, Alexia becomes determined to hear him speak - by making him scream her name.

There's nothing like a man in uniform...or out of it! Especially when he's as hot as former Ranger Jamie Flanagan. After their last assignment went horribly wrong, he and his buddies needed to get out of the military for good. There was only one catch, that he and his pals promise their commanding officer one favor. Any favor.

Brandi really means it when she says “Oh, you shouldn’t have” to her sister’s outrageous birthday gift—a five-day dream vacation to a lovers’ retreat…lover included. Just what is she going to do in paradise with sexy stranger Sebastian Sinclair? Anything and everything she wants.

Their romance was a modern-day fairy tale: handsome older millionaire falls for struggling young waitress. Robert swept Elsie off her feet - and into his bed - put a huge diamond on her finger and spirited her away in his private jet destined for happily-ever-after. Eight years later, Elsie Kolstadt realizes the clock has struck midnight. The five-star restaurants, exclusive address and exotic vacations can no longer make up for Robert's desire to control everything.

Lily Pierron: In sultry New Orleans any sin can be had for a price. For Lily, a legendary madam, that price is her daughter, Hope. Hope Pierron St. Germaine: By day, the elegant and pious wife of a wealthy hotelier, and devoted mother to Glory. By night, she succumbs to the unholy passions that threaten to destroy her. Glory St. Germaine: Unaware of her family’s shameful secrets, Glory suffers the consequences of a darkness she doesn’t even know exists. Headstrong and reckless, Glory finds forbidden love - with the one man who knows everything about the Pierron women....

In Victorian England, vice of every kind can be purchased, and Matthew, the Earl of Wallingford, makes certain he avails himself of every possible pleasure. Bored and jaded, he is as well-known for his coldness as for his licentious affairs with beautiful women.

On Solstice Eve long ago, a Druid priestess and Norse warrior succumb to forbidden, erotic desire. Their passion is one that neither death, decree - nor time - can tear asunder. Now three women of later centuries begin their own sensual journeys, awakened by the ancient power of the priestess's words: "Burn bright of winter's desire."

The fabled desert kingdom of Zulheina was Tariq’s birthright, and he was a man who held tightly what belonged to him. And that meant he had to reclaim a very special woman - the woman who had broken his heart years before in New Zealand. And once he had lured her to this distant land, he meant to keep his new bride here forever.

To the rest of the ton, Lord and Lady Atwood seem to have the perfect marriage. They wed for love and their marriage bed doesn't lack for passion - but Imogen is haunted by the memory of her first marriage, while Charles harbors secret thoughts and desires he's been unable to confess to his wife. Then Charles's ex-lover Alexander arrives in town, throwing Charles into a tailspin - and awakening a surprising attraction in Imogen. Now, both have to face the possibility that they need more than each other.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not in the habit of reading other people's mail, but it was just a piece of paper with a few lines scrawled on it, clearly meant for the apartment upstairs. It looked so innocent, but decidedly - deliciously - it was not."

They were only watching.... The mysterious lovers the three girls spied on were engaged in a deadly sexual game no one else was supposed to know about. Especially not Andie and her friends, whose curiosity had deepened into a dangerous obsession.... Now, 15 years later, someone is watching Andie. Someone who won’t let her forget the unsolved murder of “Mrs. X” or the disappearance of “Mr. X”. Suddenly Andie doesn’t know who her friends are...because loyalty can be murder.

"My name is different every month: Brandy, Honey, Amy. Sometimes Joe doesn't even bother to ask, but he never fails to arouse me with his body, his mouth, his touch, no matter what I'm called or where he picks me up. The sex is always amazing....My real name is Sadie, and once a month, over lunch, Joe tells me about his latest conquest. But what Joe doesn't know is that, in my mind, I'm the star of every one-night stand he has revealed to me, or that I'm practically obsessed with our imaginary sex life."

Twenty years ago she had her whole life spread out before her. She was Bess Walsh, a fresh-scrubbed, middle-class student ready to conquer the design world. And she was taken. Absolutely and completely. But not by Andy, her well-groomed, intellectual boyfriend who had hinted more than once about a ring. No. During that hot summer as a waitress and living on the beach, she met Nick, the moody, dark-haired, local bad boy. He was, to put it mildly, not someone she could take home to Daddy.

I pay strangers to sleep with me. I have my reasons....But they're not the ones you'd expect. For starters, I'm a funeral director taking over my dad's business. Not exactly the kind of person you'd expect to fork over cash for the lust and urgency only live skin-to-skin contact can create. Looking at me, you wouldn't have a clue I carry this little secret so close it creases up like the folds of a fan. Tight. Personal. Ready to unravel in the heat of the moment. Unsurprisingly, my line of work brings me face-to-face with loss.