Résultats pour "Rue" dans Érotisme

L'érotisme est au coin de la rue. Un candidat à la présidentielle, une beurette des cités, un chef d'atelier, une directrice de recherche... On ne saurait imaginer personnages et vies plus dissemblables. Tous sont pourtant soudainement percutés par la brûlante irruption du désir et du sexe dans leur quotidien. C'est souvent inattendu, insolite, et toujours excitant. Journaliste, auteure de plusieurs essais sur les amours plurielles, Françoise Simpère s'est imposée comme une auteure de littérature érotique de premier plan.

The Lords never expected Story Austin to walk back into their life. They certainly never thought she’d rise to be their Queen. But they aren’t the only Royals in Forsyth. The Dukes are known for winning with their fists, but transforming Lavinia Lucia from the Kings’ captive to their unwilling Duchess will be their biggest match yet.

Three new royals are called to deliver the fraternity’s greatest duty—creating an heir. First, they'll have to find the perfect princess who can handle the demands of the position.

Jack Landon's bittersweet caress still lingers on Abigail's lips. He haunts her dreams and blinds her to reality. She now finds herself at a crossroads. One road could lead to safety. The other to uncertainty and heartbreak. Life could be easy, as easy as breathing. But we all know that love should leave you breathless.

Curiosity can be a dangerous thing. In Abigail Watson's case, it nearly ended her life.After a brush with death, Abigail is reminded of just how short life can be... then she meets Jack Landon, the mysterious heir to the Landon fortune and her savior from a certain death. Jack's tastes are very defined, and his ability to seduce with ease draws Abigail into his dark world.

Seeking refuge, Abigail Watson returns home to mend a broken heart, abandoning the city that she has grown to love and the job she worked hard for years to attain. Life allows for distraction, but it can't bury the past.

Love. The worst of all four-letter words. Nothing trumps it, but loyalty. Just as treacherous. Just as devastating. Both have ruled over me for as long as I can remember. Love. I stared down at my hands and spotted the slight tremor. He always does this to me. Always. My name is Dorin. I'm a vampire. I'm a slayer of the king of all vampires. Dracula or as I knew him, Vlad the Impaler. But before I killed him, I loved him. More than anything. More than salvation. For that, I traded my soul.

Scarlet had become a powerful witch. She also had beauty and brains, but what she was missing was a grand house and some wealth to her name, so she sought George. He blubbered his way through their marriage until he was as annoying as a bug, or an overripe houseguest. That didn’t take long. She had plans for him though, big plans. When Scarlet invited Arianna, her secret love, over to her new husband George's mansion, the girl's night she had promised turned out to be quite decadent indeed.