Persephone is the Goddess of Spring by title only. The truth is, since she was a little girl, flowers have shriveled at her touch. After moving to New Athens, she hopes to lead an unassuming life disguised as a mortal journalist. Hades, God of the Dead, has built a gambling empire in the mortal world and his favorite bets are rumored to be impossible. After a chance encounter with Hades, Persephone finds herself in a contract with the God of the Dead and the terms are impossible: Persephone must create life in the Underworld or lose her freedom forever. The bet does more than expose Persephone’s failure as a goddess, however. As she struggles to sow the seeds of her freedom, love for the God of the Dead grows—and it’s forbidden.Leggi tutto
Leon. Ho guadagnato la mia reputazione tra i maghi per un motivo: una mossa sbagliata e sei morto. Mi hanno chiamato Killer, e uccidere è ciò che so fare meglio.
Quella che avrei dovuto prendere, quella che avrei dovuto uccidere, non l’ho fatto.
La setta che una volta mi controllava la vuole, e non ho intenzione di perdere il mio nuovo giocattolo per loro.
This can’t be happening. Not to me.
It was supposed to be fun. A spring break trip to Tijuana with my friends. A margarita in each hand while we danced the night away.
Then I saw him in the club. He was too perfect to be true—an impeccably tailored suit, a sculpted body. Ice-blue eyes that seared with desire. I thought everything about him was right. But I was dead wrong.
A gun to my head.
A collar around my neck.
Jessica Martin is not a nice girl. As Prom Queen and Captain of the cheer squad, she’d ruled her school mercilessly, looking down her nose at everyone she deemed unworthy. The most unworthy of them all? The “freak,” Manson Reed: her favorite victim.
But a lot changes after high school.
She doesn’t know it, but she’s already mine.They all are.They cry. They scream. They beg for their lives.Truth of it is, they’re all wearing masks. Even me. I’m just the only one who’s not afraid to look at what lies underneath. My hands are tied behind my back. Even if I could get loose, I’m locked inside the plastic surgeon’s library. He’s in the next room. Killing someone. And if I said I wanted him to let me go, I’d be lying.Leggi tutto
I never meant to be here: tied up in bed next to a serial killer.
When I followed him home, I was just playing Nancy Drew. Trying to find out his secret. His kiss was intoxicating, and I thought he was harmless.
I was wrong.
Nancy Drew never ended up in a basement, handcuffed to a radiator, teased to the edge of insanity, begging to be let go.
Soon, I stopped begging to be let go.
Soon, I started begging to be his.
He was my foster brother.
He swore to protect me.
They all failed.
I’m an open box of passé photographs, snapped in chaste daylight, but filtered in sepia. I’m the past that he tried to forget, and he was the future I needed. When he left six years ago, I screamed for him every night. But then it all stopped. My screams were suddenly muffled by cruelty, and further coaxed by pain.
But he has come back. He’s not the cute big brother I had a furtive crush on, or the bad boy, rich brat that I hated to love.
He’s the ruthless vice president of Wolf Pack MC, and he doesn’t answer to Royce Kane anymore.
He answers to Sicko
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.
Now I’m the eldest Fitzpatrick brother’s little toy.
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…
Usa: 2020 Pagine: 160 Protagonisti: Kitty, Seven, Declan Genere: Dark Romance Casa Editrice: Inedito Data di Uscita: 15 luglio 2020Leggi tutto