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Cole Masten. Abandoned by his superstar wife, Hollywood's perfect husband is now Hollywood's sexiest bachelor: partying hard and screwing even harder. Watch out Los Angeles, there's a new bad boy in town. Summer Jenkins. That's me, a small town girl stuck in Quincy, Georgia. I cook some mean chicken and dumplings, can bluff a grown man out of his savings in poker, and was voted Most Friendly my senior year.

You might be asking yourself why I’m waving an inflatable penis in the air and screaming at the top of my lungs. If I took time to explain, Declan Moss would get hit by a bus. Let me back up. I didn’t ask for this. I was perfectly happy - and perfectly sane - before I stumbled into the role of Declan’s guardian angel. It was a thankless job until the moment that my panties dropped and his delicious smirk found his way in between my thighs. Hello, toe-curling ecstasy. Good-bye, professional boundaries. And suddenly, there’s a new danger to avoid: the falling of my heart.

In Vegas, there was one man who was off-limits. One man...and I fell for him. I knew there were risks. Still, I played the game. When Dario Capece called, I answered. When he beckoned, I came. When he broke all my rules, I looked the other way. I knew there were risks. I just never realized they included death.

Sometimes it only takes a minute. A connection of eyes across a room, a quickened heartbeat, and everything changes. I was a cocktail waitress with a fondness for partying and meaningless sex. He owned half of Vegas, with the reputation to match. I should have turned away. Instead, I stepped closer. Then, the lies started. Rumors spread. Stalking commenced. And someone died. None of it stopped me from falling in love.

I hired her to fix my company, to bring Marks Lingerie back to life. I didn't expect her to become my friend. I didn't expect to fall in love with her. The first rule of business is to never touch your employees. I think there is another rule about not falling for your best friend - a rule against imagining the curves of her body, or the way her breathing would change if I pulled down her panties and unzipped my pants.

Layana Fairmont ha tutto: bellezza, ricchezza, un fidanzato perfetto. Cresciuta tra lusso e rigide convenzioni sociali, ha sempre saputo quale fosse il suo destino, ma il suo cuore non ha mai seguito le regole. Brant è brillante, affascinante, miliardario già a vent'anni e suo compagno ideale da tre. Le ha fatto la proposta quattro volte, ma Lana ha sempre detto di no: sa che la perfezione non esiste. Lee è l'opposto. Selvaggio, sensuale, un giardiniere che usa le mani con maestria. In ogni situazione. Lana lo desidera da anni, lo insegue, lo provoca.

Sei ragazze in fuga da se stesse e da un’implacabile aguzzina. Un viaggio dal Nord al Sud dell’Italia per dimenticare il passato, salvare il presente e sognare il futuro. Un meraviglioso romanzo noir sulla speranza, il dolore e l’amicizia, scritto a dieci mani da cinque grandi autori italiani. Veneto, una cascina tra le verdi colline coltivate a prosecco ospita un gruppo di ragazze. Sono tutte minorenni e in fuga. Dalla famiglia, dalla polizia, da se stesse. Anna ha sedici anni ed è incinta, e assieme a sua sorella Claudia nasconde un terribile segreto.

Married life is about to get a lot kinkier...We thought we could branch outside of the norm and explore my sexual fantasies. But you can't have sex with your husband's best friend in front of him without consequences. Once I crossed that boundary, everything changed. And now, I'm faced with diving in deeper or trying to pretend that it never happened. They say that three is a crowd, but what about four? What about more?

Would you tell your husband everything? Every torrid thought? Every twisted fantasy? The forbidden images that slink into your mind in your most vulnerable moments? I shouldn't have. I hesitated to. But I did. And my husband? He gave them all to me.

A billion-dollar fashion empire, and it's about to be mine. I've worked a decade for this. I've sold my soul and my reputation. I've lived a lie, smiled for the cameras, and hated myself, all for this fortune. And then she pops up. A mysterious heir with a rap sheet, combat boots, and a mouth that I want to pin shut with my - it doesn’t matter. I've played this game for a decade. I can continue the charade a little longer, keep my hands to myself and her body out of my mind.

Everyone in Nashville knows Nathan Dumont. Four years ago, his fiancée disappeared. Last night, he proposed to me. I'd wanted to escape my life, the seedy strip club, and the mountain of bills. I had seized the opportunity to live in a mansion, fill my days with country clubs and caviar, my nights with romance and sex. Maybe I should have done my homework first.

The summer that Chase Stern entered my life, I was 17. The daughter of a legend, the Yankees were my family, their stadium my home, their dugout my workplace. My focus was on the game. Chase started out as a distraction. A distraction with sex appeal poured into every inch of his six-foot frame. A distraction who played like a god and partied like a devil. I tried to stay away. I couldn't. Then, the team started losing. Women started dying. And everything in my perfect world broke apart.

Chloe Madison. That's me. A former NYU princess who just fell from grace, right off my pampered Manhattan throne and onto the unforgiving steps of Nicole Brantley, socialite and queen bitch. Now, I walk her dog and mix her smoothies. Try to navigate my own problems while fixing all of hers. I want what every New York girl wants. A career, an apartment, and true love, preferably in a smoking hot package. It turns out I'll have to fight for all of it.

He thought I owned him. He thought he loved me, that I was enough. But this animal, this sex god who could drive me crazy and steal my heart in the same breath, he would never fully be mine. It was impossible. No one ever owned a God.

In some ways, I was so ordinary. Waking up in bed with my Paul, my surfer boyfriend, our life filled with sandy toes and tan lines. I stocked books during the day and danced with him to Bob Marley at night. In other ways, I was unordinary. I'd dust off the sand and step into Stewart's limousine. Zip up my evening gown and slide into my other life. Champagne and maid service. Orgasms and my businessman. My life was a tide, pulling me back and forth between the two men. Soothing. Peaceful. Then the undertow came, pulling my lives together, my men colliding.

Mladé Candy se každý měsíc zoufale nedostávají peníze na nájem. Jejího pohodlného muže to netrápí, Candy proto přijme práci v místním striptýzovém klubu. Tanec u tyče, v kterém je hodně dobrá, musí občas zpestřit i jinými službami. Nathana Dumonta okouzlila tak, že jí nabídl lákavou smlouvu s příslibem bezstarostného života. Nezaváhala ani na okamžik.