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My name is Melody Greene, and I have a confession to make. I slept with my student, a senior in high school. Multiple times. I had multiple orgasms. In multiple positions. I slept with my student and I enjoyed it. I slept with my student and I'd do it all over again if I could turn back time. My name is Melody Greene, and I got kicked out of my position as a teacher and did my walk of shame a la Cersei Lannister from the principal's office, minutes after said principal threatened to call the cops on me.

Elle est son désir le plus doux... et son secret le plus sombre. La tâche était simple : m'introduire dans le manoir étroitement gardé de Zachary Sun. Récupérer mon pendentif. M'éclipser. Problème n°1 : Le célibataire le plus inaccessible d'Amérique m'a attrapée. Problème n°2 : Il a décidé de me garder… et de m'embaucher. Zach Sun a beau être l'homme le plus froid que j'aie jamais connu, il me brûle la peau. Réservé, calculateur et sauvagement cruel, il se nourrit des faiblesses des autres. Mais il est loin de se douter qu'il vient de rencontrer son égal.

Célian Laurent. Manhattan royalty. Notorious playboy. Heir to a media empire...and my new boss. I could have impressed him, if not for last month's unforgettable one-night stand. I left it with more than orgasms and a pleasant memory - namely, his wallet. Now he's staring me down like I'm the dirt under his Italian loafers, and I'm supposed to take it. But the thing about being Judith "Jude" Humphry is I have nothing to lose. Brooklyn girl. Infamously quirky. Heir to a stack of medical bills and a tattered couch.

Adam Mackay. Local legend. My brother’s best friend. The world biggest movie star...and my major, epic, unrequited crush. He needs a cat-sitter in sunny L.A., and I need a place to live after a bad breakup. Perfect, right? Sure, if you possess any type of self-control. Spoiler alert: I have none. This arrangement has trouble written all over it, but warning signs are meant to be ignored. Kind of like clicking on the "I have read and agreed" no one actually reads before clicking. Problem is, I never did agree to fall so quickly back into love.

They say that life is a beautiful lie and death a painful truth. They're right. No one has ever made me feel more alive than the guy who serves as a constant reminder that my clock is ticking. He is my forbidden, shiny apple. The striking fallacy to my blunt, raw, truth. He is also my sister's ex-boyfriend. One thing you should know before you judge me: I saw him first. I craved him first. I loved him first. Eleven years later, he waltzed into my life, demanding a second chance. Dean Cole wants to be my bronze horseman. Hopefully, he isn't too late.

They say your first kiss should be earned. Mine was stolen by a devil in a masquerade mask under the black Chicago sky. They say the vows you take on your wedding day are sacred. Mine were broken before we left church. They say your heart only beats for one man. Mine split and bled for two rivals who fought for it until the bitter end. I was promised to Angelo Bandini, the heir to one of the most powerful families in the Chicago Outfit. Then taken by Senator Wolfe Keaton, who held my father’s sins over his head to force me into marriage.

The most important thing I’d ever read was scribbled on the door of a portable restroom, engraved into plastic at a carnival on the outskirts of Boston. Lust lingers, love stays. Lust is impatient, love waits. Lust burns, love warms. Lust destroys, but love? Love kills. Maybe it was always my destiny to fall in love with a monster. When other kids stayed awake at night fearing the pointy-toothed beast hiding in their closet, I longed to see mine.

Arrogant. Provocateur. Irrésistible. Dans la vie, Hunter Fitzpatrick a trois priorités : le sexe, l'alcool et le sexe. Certes, il a peut-être manqué de vigilance en apparaissant dans une sextape qui a été diffusée dans tout le pays. Mais, déjà, on devrait le féliciter pour sa performance. Ensuite, est-ce vraiment grave que l'un des héritiers de la Royal Pipelines Company ait offert au monde le spectacle de sa – sublime – nudité ? Selon son père, oui.

Sexy, indomptable, torturé... Sera-t-il sa perte, ou sa seule chance ? Elle : reine de lycée déchue, rescapée d'un incendie, déteste son reflet dans le miroir, West et la vie en général. Lui : bad boy le plus populaire du campus, addict aux combats clandestins, écrase tous les cœurs sur son passage. Depuis que West St. Claire, le mec le plus populaire du campus, a été embauché pour travailler avec elle dans ce minuscule food-truck, Grace a de plus en plus de mal à garder son sang-froid.

They say revenge is a dish best served cold. I’d had four years to stew on what Daria Followhill did to me...now my heart was completely iced. I took her first kiss. She took the only thing I loved. I was poor. She was rich. The good thing about circumstances? They can change. Fast. Now, I’m her parents’ latest shiny project. Her housemate. Her tormentor. The captain of the rival football team she hates so much. Yeah, baby girl, say it. I’m your foster brother. There’s a price to pay for ruining the only good thing in my life. She’s about to shell out some serious tears.

Trent Rexroth. Insensible, froid et calculateur. Et c'est l'homme qui va me briser le cœur. Il a trente-trois ans. Moi, dix-huit. Autant dire qu'à ses yeux je ne suis qu'une gamine. Pire, l'enfant gâtée de son ennemi juré, celui qu'il rêve de faire tomber. Je ne me fais donc aucune illusion : si aujourd'hui Trent s'intéresse à moi, c'est uniquement pour parvenir à ses fins. Alors oui, si j'étais raisonnable, si je voulais éviter un scandale à ma famille, je garderais mes distances. Mais ce n'est pas le cas.

Grace doesn’t know much about anything beyond her town’s limits, but she does know this: She is falling in love with the hottest guy in Sheridan U. And when you play with fire - you ought to get burned.

I landed in hot water with the tabloids one too many times. What can I say? My nipple wanted to come out and say hi to the paparazzi. After that, my father presented me with an ultimatum—either he cuts off the gravy train and stops paying for my lavish lifestyle or I agree to have a live-in bodyguard. And by bodyguard, I mean a sexy, formidable, out-of-this-world babysitter who just happens to be good at breaking spines. Ransom Lockwood, ladies and gentlemen.

When she was young, Arya Roth became best friends with her housekeeper’s son. Soon, friendship turned to young love, and when Arya dared him to kiss her, a chain reaction of disastrous events led to the boy being sent away and out of Arya’s life. Now, two decades later, Arya is an on-the-rise publicist with her beloved father as one of her biggest clients. So when her father is sued by a former employee, Arya sets out to prove that her father is not the monster he is accused of being. The only problem is the attorney who is determined to destroy her father’s good name.

Letters from your favorite leading men, addressed to your deepest fantasies. This audio-only anthology features love letters from some of your favorite book boyfriends, speaking directly to you - performed by voices you already love. Sometimes the letters are sweet, sometimes they're emotional, sometimes they're just plain filthy. This sultry collection of audio-only shorts is written by best-selling contemporary romance writers and performed by audiobook stars.

Même les monstres ont des failles... Elle pourrait être la sienne. Troy Brennan. À Boston, tous connaissent ce nom et le redoutent. Celui d'un assassin, un tombeur aux yeux bleu acier, capable de vous faire disparaître sans laisser de trace. Sparrow, la première, a toujours pris soin d'éviter son chemin… Pourtant, c'est à lui qu'elle vient de dire " oui ", dans une robe immaculée, à l'église. Troy a acheté sa liberté, lui a coupé les ailes et l'a jetée en cage, tel un oiseau maudit. Savoir qu'elle passera le restant de ses jours mariée au monstre de la ville la pétrifie.

Bane. Un homme dangereux, impétueux, sans limites. Tout le monde le sait, même Jesse qui, depuis qu'elle s'est fait violemment agresser, s'est complètement coupée du reste du monde. Alors, le jour où elle le croise en sortant de chez son médecin, elle est immédiatement sur ses gardes. Car, elle en est persuadée, cette rencontre n'est pas un hasard. Bane la cherchait. Mais qu'est-ce qu'un homme comme lui, capable d'avoir le monde à ses pieds, peut bien vouloir d'une femme brisée comme elle ?

Sometimes you meet people who are out of this world, so you make them a part of yours. A one-night stand born from vengeance in a foreign land. An explosive chemistry neither of us could deny. We signed a contract on the back of a Boar’s Head Pub napkin that said if we ever met again, we would drop everything and be together. Eight years and thousands of miles later, he’s here. In New York. And he’s America’s music obsession.

It was supposed to be a temporary thing. A gig in Paris while I tried to find my dad. Then I met him. Ho. The man. The suit. The professional escort...? I mean, he did go on two consecutive dates during one of my shifts - and I ended up being the third. It was supposed to be a one-night stand, but it turned out to be forever. Here was what I wasn't ready for - Ho held more than just my destiny and my heart. He held the key to unravel the mystery of my dad, too.

Bailey Followhill is the perfect daughter. Sweet. Charitable. Pretty. Control freak. Not a hair out of place, not an inch out of line, she is everything her troublemaking sister Daria isn't. But when her A game turns out to be a lukewarm C- at Juilliard, Bailey's picture-ready life starts fraying faster than the worn satin ribbons of her pointe shoes. She's becoming a piece of gossip. The troubled child. A drug abuser. No longer the girl her best friend once knew.