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Mon Alpha m’a dit de me débarrasser d’elle. D’être aimable et de découvrir si elle comptait vendre sa propriété. De l’empêcher d’amener d’autres humains à proximité de nos terres. Mais avant même de la rencontrer, j’ai humé son odeur. La pleine lune était là, et j’étais obligé de m’y conformer. Je n’ai pas pu m’en empêcher. Je me suis précipité en plein territoire humain, sur sa propriété. Je l’ai découverte en train de se baigner nue au clair de lune, et je lui ai montré mon loup.À présent, tout est possible.

I crave her scent. I can’t stay away. Nothing can keep me from claiming the new waitress at the diner. Except for her other mate, the scent match I didn’t know existed. He’s a stranger to me and our pack, but now we must work together.

In the middle of the 20th century, the music of the Mississippi Delta arrived in Chicago, drawing the attention of entrepreneurs like the Chess brothers. Their label, Chess Records, helped shape that music into the Chicago Blues, the soundtrack for a transformative era in American history. But for Leeba Groski, Chess Records was just where she worked. Leeba didn't exactly fit in, but her passion for music and her talented piano playing captured the attention of her neighbor, Leonard Chess, who offered her a job at his new record company.

The Family killed my father. Destroyed my mother’s life. Now its crown prince wants me. I grew up in The Family, but I’m no mafia princess. I’m the castaway they threw crumbs to after my father’s murder. Now Joey LaTorre shows up at my door and won’t take no for an answer. He’s the bad boy I crushed on as a teen–Dangerously handsome. Deliciously dominant. But I can’t fall for a man like him. I won’t.

I'm the Don's daughter. A mafia princess. He's my father's right-hand man. When Carlo catches me taking my clothes off in a strip club, he wants to haul me into my father's office. I suggest an alternative–one more pleasurable for both of us. He can handle my punishment. Dominate me the way he's always wanted. Take care of my needs and, most importantly, keep my secret. But we're playing with fire. Every day, I fall a little more for the underboss - and if my father finds out...

I didn’t want to be paired with her. The perfect, crushable blossom who looks like she will safe-word after one stroke of my cane. The former roommate of my bratva brother’s new wife. I won’t fall for her eagerness to please. Her steady submission. But when she takes all, I dish out, it becomes increasingly clear: she belongs to me now.

Nobody knows my secret, the secret that must be kept for me to mate. I've hidden my condition... until she showed up. The delicious-scented human who drives my wolf insane. Being near her makes it a hundred times worse... but I can't resist. I stalk her at school. At home. In bed. If I don't master her soon, my control will snap. But if I don't leave her alone... I'll lose everything.

My bear is wild. Totally uncivilized. Savage. I’m not the nice bear. That’s my twin, Teddy. I keep my bear caged. Until I meet Paloma and my bear goes wild. She’s beautiful and talented, but something’s rotten in this mansion in the Hamptons. Her foster father keeps her locked in a tower, surrounded by guards. There are whispers of an auction–a virgin auction. My bear’s about to break free and go on a rampage. But I can’t let him out.

Notre gentille voisine aux cheveux blond vénitien n’est pas aussi innocente que nous le croyions. Elle a ramené un flic en notre sein. Mon frère jumeau s’est pris une balle.À présent, elle va payer. Je l’ai chargée de soigner mon frère. S’il meurt, elle meurt. C’est ce que je lui ai dit, en tout cas.

Once a respectable young governess, Louise Small tumbled from society's grace after her employer forced himself on her. She wound up at The Red Petticoat playing Little Lapis Lazuli, a submissive who dresses like a girl and offers her bottom up for frequent spankings. She enjoys her new identity, so far removed from the prim governess she'd been, but she longs for a real daddy - one who is kind and caring, yet willing to administer real discipline.

Règle N°2 de la meute : Protéger son partenaire à tout prixJ’ai protégé mon pays, protégé ma section. Et maintenant c’est elle que je veux protéger. Dommage que ce ne soit pas une option. Impossible de succomber à ce magnifique petit bout de femme. La petite sœur de la nouvelle compagne de mon frèreBien trop jeune. Bien trop humaine. Encore à la fac. Et quelle intelligence exceptionnelle. Elle a toute sa vie devant elle. Et les Bérets Verts qui veulent que je rempile. Mon loup… la désire. Et si je la laisse partir sans la conquérir,Je ne survivrai pas à la prochaine pleine lune…

C’est ma faiblesse, mon obsession. Et désormais, ma prisonnière. J’ai passé douze longues années dans une prison sibérienne. Depuis que j’ai été relâché, plus rien ne m’intéresse. Sauf elle. Semaine après semaine, j’assiste aux concerts de son groupe. Elle me fascine. Lorsque mon passé me rattrape, elle devient une cible. La seule façon de la sauver, c’est de l’enfermer. De la garder prisonnière jusqu’à ce que les choses se tassent. Elle ne pourra plus jamais me pardonner, à présent, mais je ne peux pas lui donner d’explication. Je suis muet.

They'll punish. Claim. Teach. Three Zandian warriors. One female assigned for reconditioning.

For centuries, I've suffered under a curse, and searched tirelessly for the woman who can break it. Now I've found her in a dark alley, walking home at night. She tries to fight, but there's no escape. She's my prisoner. I'll keep her until she figures out how to free me.

Quand "Mad Men" rencontre "Le Diable s'habille en Prada". Ode à la féminité et à l'affirmation de soi, un roman d'apprentissage inspirant et savoureux qui rend hommage à l'une des icônes féministes les plus fantasques et les plus glamour du XXe siècle. En acceptant le poste de secrétaire de la toute nouvelle rédac' chef de "Cosmopolitan", Alice n'imaginait pas qu'elle allait faire la rencontre de sa vie. Petite provinciale de vingt et un ans tout juste débarquée de son Ohio natal, elle se retrouve ainsi face à une figure du New York des sixties.

Sunny Hines is the most infuriating female I’ve ever met. Long hair, big sunny smile, cute little freckles, yoga-tight body. Delicious scent. My wolf wants to mark her, but there’s no way in hell I’m falling for a human. This pretty little hippie human is driving me crazy. Two years ago, I had her beneath me, howling my name, until she left. Now she’s back, but she’s not going to put me on a leash. But when I see her with another man, I can’t stop myself from marking my territory and making it clear: Sunny is mine.

Two Zandian Warriors. Their Feisty Human Captive. I can fly a fighter jet in my sleep and kill with the fingers of one hand. I work alone. No being in the galaxy can challenge me - until I tangle with two Zandian warriors. They say I stole their cargo, and they plan to take me to their planet. Make me theirs. Nobody owns me. I’m not going to let these Zandians master me, no matter how sexy and appealing they are. Because I have a secret mission. And if they find it out, my entire life could be over. My name is Mirelle, and this is my story.

Relax to Riches is about taking the VIP entrance into your desired life with rapid transformation. It is possible to manifest with greater ease–to relax into it, trust the process, and pull in everything you desire faster. Manifesting your desires slows or stops when you’re functioning from inner dissonance–when part of you wants to hit the target, but some secret, shadowy part of you (that you might not even be aware of) holds you back. It can feel like you’re taking two steps forward, one step backward, or that you have to strain and effort to reach your dreams.

She killed to escape her former slave master. Stowed away on my ship. Injected me with poison. Now she’s been remanded to me for probation. It’s my job to watch her. Rule over her. Discipline her. It’s up to me to decide if she’s worthy of asylum on our planet. And I’m dragging my feet on the decision. Because stars know, I like her right where I have her. In my home. In my bed.

She made a big mistake. You don’t blackmail a Tacone. Coming to me with a threat? Unacceptable. If she needs money, she’ll have to ask nicely. But once I give it to her, we both know what it means: She belongs to me. I do my best to hold back. Give her respect. Trouble is, I can’t keep my hands off her.