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My innocence was ripped from me one fateful night under the starless sky. Resulting in an unwanted teenage pregnancy and a secret the Camorra must bury. My father decided to hand me off to the highest bidder. The lucky winner? Tiernan Callaghan, psychopath extraordinaire. The Irish mafia prince wants me for all the wrong reasons. Alliance. Money. Prestige. War. I am but a pawn in his twisted game. The man who sits on a throne of his enemies' skulls thinks I'm a weakling. Little does he know, in this chess game, the underdog wins. Because the thing about bad bishops? They protect good pawns.

Cruel. Coldblooded. Hades in a Brioni suit. Cillian Fitzpatrick has been dubbed every wicked thing on planet earth. To the media, he is The Villain. To me, he is the man who (reluctantly) saved my life. Now I need him to do me another small solid. Bail me out of the mess my husband got me into. What’s a hundred grand to one of the wealthiest men in America, anyway? Only Cillian doesn’t hand out free favors. The price for the money, it turns out, is my freedom.

Conceited, unattainable, and downright delicious, renowned Michelin-starred chef Ambrose Casablancas has one passion in life: food. Women are a distraction, and he doesn’t do those. Especially Cal Litvin, his baby sister’s best friend. Her entire existence is a complication; she’s awkward, eccentric, infuriating… And, much to his chagrin, hotter than his kitchen. Ambrose has a lot on his plate: a new restaurant to open, a multi-million-dollar property deal to execute, and a violent stalker to tame. Then Cal shows up at his doorstep.

C’était censé être une étreinte inoffensive lors d’un somptueux bal des débutantes. Un baiser volé avec un bel inconnu. Mais contrairement à son homonyme, mon Roméo n'est pas mû par l’amour. C’est la vengeance qui l'anime. Pour lui, je suis un pion sur un échiquier. La fiancée de son rival. Pour moi, c’est un homme qui mérite le poison. Un prince ténébreux que je refuse d’épouser. Il pense que j’accepterai mon destin. Eh bien, j’ai l’intention de le réécrire.

Dylan Casablancas is a forbidden fruit, Undeniably delicious, but one bite just might kill you. She’s my best friend’s baby sister, a single mom, and a royal pain in the ass. When Little Miss Baggage moves downstairs to house-sit her brother’s Manhattan apartment, my potential business partner mistakes us as a couple. He wants a family guy. I want access to his billions.

It was supposed to be a harmless kiss at a lavish debutante ball. A clandestine moment with a handsome stranger. But unlike his namesake, my Romeo isn’t driven by love. He’s fueled by revenge. To him, I’m a chess piece. Leverage. His rival’s betrothed. To me, he is a man deserving of poison. A dark prince I refuse to marry. He thinks I’ll accept my fate. Well, I plan to rewrite it. And in my story, Juliet doesn’t die. But Romeo? He perishes.

The monster from my nightmares crawled into reality, masquerading as my boss. Tatum Blackthorn is Lucifer personified. When he discovers my weakness, he makes me an offer I cannot refuse, and I become his wife. I always knew he was depraved, but as his twisted vendetta unfurls, so does my darkest secret. Now we're both the targets of very nefarious people… They're about to find out no one matches my husband's wrath.

I don’t usually trap women with amnesia into marriage. But I guess there’s a first time for everything. When the woman of my dreams falls into my lap, I can’t help but wonder what else she can do in that position. She’s here. In my house. At my mercy. And she thinks we’ve been lovers the entire decade we spent apart. Briar and I have always been unfinished business. Now it’s time to seal the deal.

Je n'ai pas l'habitude de piéger les femmes amnésiques dans le mariage. Mais je suppose qu'il y a une première fois pour tout. Elle est ici. Dans ma maison. À ma merci. J'épouse un monstre magnifique. Un escroc. Le célibataire le plus riche d'Amérique.

The task was simple. Sneak into Potomac's most heavily guarded manor. Steal back my pendant. Slip out. Problem number one? America’s most unattainable bachelor caught me. Problem number two? He decided to keep me. As the help. Zachary Sun’s winter may be the coldest I’ve ever felt, but he makes my skin burn. Reserved, calculated, and savagely cruel, he thrives on the weaknesses of others. Little does he know, he just met his match. He may be American royalty. But this peasant will rise to become queen.

Vaughn Spencer. They call him an angry god. To me, he is nothing but a heartless prince. His parents rule this town, its police, every citizen and boutique on Main Street. All I own is a nice, juicy grudge against him for that time he almost killed me. Between hooking up with a different girl every weekend, breaking hearts, noses, and rules, Vaughn also finds the time to bully little ol' me. I fight back, tooth and nail, never expecting him to chase me across the ocean after we graduate high school.

They call him The Mute for a reason. Hard, cold, and calculated, he rarely speaks. When he does, it's with disdain. When he does, his words aren't meant for me. When he does, my stomach flips and my world tilts on its axis. He is 33. I am 18. He's a single dad and my father's business partner. I'm just a kid to him and his enemy's daughter. He's emotionally unavailable. And I am...feeling. Feeling things I shouldn't feel for him. Trent Rexroth is going to break my heart. The writing isn't just on the wall, it's inked on my soul.

Devious. Un nom synonyme de danger, de désir, de décadence. Le nom de celui qui lui a brisé le cœur. Rosie n'avait que dix-huit ans lorsque Devious l'a trompée avec sa sœur. Cette expérience l'a détruite, et elle s'est juré de ne plus jamais avoir affaire à lui. Mais voilà que, dix ans plus tard, Devious revient dans sa vie, encore plus sexy et surtout plus déterminé que dans ses souvenirs. Car, s'il est revenu, c'est pour une raison bien précise : obtenir une deuxième chance.

I didn't mean to star in a sex tape, okay? It was just one of those unexplainable things. Like Stonehenge, Police Academy 2, and morning glory clouds. It just happened. Now, my ball-busting father is sentencing me to six months of celibacy, sobriety, and morbid boredom under the roof of Boston's nerdiest girl alive, Sailor Brennan. The virginal archer is supposed to babysit my ass while I learn to take my place in Royal Pipelines, my family's oil company. Little does she know, that's not the only pipe I'll be laying....

There’s a bullet with my name on it. And Achilles Ferrante is the man who’ll pull the trigger. I’d always known one of us would kill the other. I’d just hoped to do the honor. Twice I betrayed him. First, I broke his heart. Then, I sold him out to the Feds. Even if I hadn’t, I doubt he could spell mercy, much less spare me any. The Camorra prince promised he’d make a spectacle of my death when he caught me. Let him try. He could chase me until the end of Earth. I will always run faster.

Luna Rexroth is everyone’s favorite wallflower. Underneath the meek, tomboy exterior everyone loves (yet pities) is a girl who knows exactly what, and who, she wants - namely, the boy from the tree house who taught her how to curse in sign language. Who taught her how to laugh. To live. To love. Knight Cole is everyone’s favorite football hero. This daredevil hell-raiser could knock you up with his gaze alone, but he only has eyes for the girl across the street: Luna. But Luna is not who she used to be. She doesn’t need his protection anymore.

Vicious. Le nom qu'il s'est choisi parle de lui-même. C'est un homme froid, cruel... et immensément riche. Ce qui veut dire qu'il a le monde à ses pieds. Millie ne fera plus jamais l'erreur qu'elle a commise dix ans plus tôt, quand elle a cru qu'elle pouvait se mesurer à lui, répondre à ses provocations, lui rendre coup pour coup. Ils n'étaient que deux adolescents, et pourtant il a détruit sa vie, l'a forcée à l'exil, loin de sa famille et de tout ce qu'elle connaissait.

It should have been easy. I needed the money. He needed a babysitter to keep him from snorting himself to death. I was cherry-picked especially for him. Responsible. Optimistic. Warm. Innocent. The worst part is that I should have known better. Alex Winslow. British rock star. Serial heartbreaker. Casanova with whiskey eyes. “Don’t get near the devil in a leather jacket. He’ll chew you up and spit you out.” Guess what? I didn’t listen. I signed the contract. World tour. Three months. Four Continents. 100 shows. My name is Indigo Bellamy, and I sold my soul to a tattooed god.

They say love and hate are the same feelings experienced under different circumstances, and it's true. The man who comes to me in my dreams also haunts me in my nightmares. He is a brilliant lawyer. A skilled criminal. A beautiful liar. A bully and a savior, a monster and a lover. Ten years ago, he made me run away from the small town where we lived. Now, he came for me in New York, and he isn't leaving until he takes me with him.

Il est l'homme de ses rêves... au cœur de son cauchemar. Lev Cole devrait être comblé : il est capitaine de son équipe de football américain, quaterback adulé, celui que toutes les filles veulent séduire et l'homme à qui on prédit une carrière fulgurante. Pourtant, dans le secret de son cœur, là où personne ne peut les deviner, Lev dissimule deux rêves : devenir pilote, et pouvoir aimer Bailey. Il sait que ce ne sera jamais pour lui : il est enfermé dans une toile d'araignée géante faite de mensonges et de faux-semblants, tissée par sa famille brisée.