Hinovel
Sweet
One night stand: Sweetie, you'll be mine
Experiencing a passionate one-night stand with a handsome stranger named Joel, Primrose happens to know that he is her fiance, also one of the richest billionaires in the world. She tries to run away from him and the bizarre marriage but is gradually approached and held by Joel. "Want to escape from me? Sweetie, don't do this. You're mine." Joel smiled softly, gently taking Primrose's chin and placing a soft kiss. From the moment he first met Primrose, he planned to keep her by his side for the rest of his life. In the end, can they be together forever?
1.0KLove Wins
Tess replied, "Well, absolutely!" The answering machine's father's voice woke her up. "Girl, you better be here. Please come home—I can't take it anymore. Call me. Communication stopped. Tess blinked and breathed. She wished she could return to the warmth of the dream instead of the complete solitude she faced as she opened her eyes. She was moving towards something other than her greatest dreams in that dreadful black hole of unnameable impulses. She awoke staring at her enormous stuffed gorilla. before she left with mum. He sadly urged her to take anything to prevent nightmares, even though she was an adult. Nightmares plagued Tess. Tess often thought she should have stayed. She might select as a college freshman. Her mother needed her. Tess assumed so. She no longer knew if her mother needed her or sought to dominate her.
228Her
"Isn't that almost enough to make you believe in the wonderful institution of marriage?" The words were spoken by Ryan Beardsley as he watched his close buddy Raphael de Luca perform the dance. accompanied by his glowing new bride, Bryony. A reception was being held inside the modest municipal building on Moon Island, which did not stand out in any way. Ryan had a hard time picturing any of his other friends holding a wedding reception there, but he guessed it was appropriate that Rafe and Bryony would get married on the island where so much of their love had been developed. The pregnant bride absolutely radiated beauty, which was accentuated by the rounding of her stomach. They stood in the midst of the impromptu dance floor with Bryony curled into Rafe's protective grip, and they were so concentrated on each other that Ryan was beginning to question whether or not the world around them ever existed. Rafe gave off the impression that he had been given the universe, and it's possible that he had.
48Rebel
Theron Anetakis mumbled curse words under his breath as he hurled letters in every direction while sorting through the avalanche of paperwork that his secretary had put on his desk for him to peruse. On occasion, one might receive more attention than a passing glance, and after that, he'd go on. move it to the side where the other objects that need his attention are stacked. Others, he tossed into the garbage can that was located at his feet. His takeover of the Anetakis International headquarters in New York hadn't been without their share of challenges and difficulties. Theron and his brothers had completely reorganized the business after it was discovered that one of the employees had been providing hotel designs for Anetakis to a rival business. They had also hired new employees. A plea deal put the person responsible for the crime, who had previously worked as Chrysander's personal assistant, behind bars. They were hesitant to replace her because doing so would give another worker unrestricted access to critical company information; nonetheless, in the end, Theron decided to bring in his secretary from the London office. She was of a more mature age, secure, and most significantly, devoted. However, after the fiasco that occurred with Roslyn, none of the Anetakis brothers were eager to place their complete faith in any other employee.
52The kept woman
Pregnant. Despite the warmth of the summer day, an uncomfortable chill settled over Marley Jameson’s skin as she settled on the bench in the small garden just a few blocks from the apartment she shared with Chrysander Anetakis. She shivered even as the sun’s rays found her tightly clenched fingers, the heat not yet chasing away the goose bumps. Stavros wouldn’t be happy over her brief disappearance. Neither would Chrysander when Stavros reported that she hadn’t taken proper security measures. But dragging along the imposing guard to her doctor’s appointment hadn’t been an option. Chrysander would have known of her pregnancy before she could even return home to tell him herself. How would he react to the news? Despite the fact they’d taken precautions, she was eight weeks pregnant. The best she could surmise, it had happened when he’d returned from an extended business trip overseas. Chrysander had been insatiable. But then so had she.
17Ravishing a Lass
"No, brave fighter. You will not perish under my watch. The gentle movement of lips across his brow was followed by a lingering kiss at his temple. He pulled his face away from her because he wanted her mouth all to himself. If she didn't kiss him one more, he was afraid he would pass away. Before eventually putting her lips to his, there was a moment of uncertainty that seemed to him like an eternity had passed. Simply a straightforward and childlike act that a kid might perform for you. He let out a quiet grunt from deep in his throat. He couldn't even be bothered to give me a simple peck. "Kiss me, angel." He felt more than heard her voice of aggravation, but then her breathing hitched, and it blasted warm air over his mouth. He felt more than heard her cry of exasperation. He was able to pick up her scent. While she was pressing up against him, he could feel her vibrations. The minuscule puff of air was a warning sign that she was getting closer. This is very, very near. It took all of his power, but he managed to lift his arm and bury his hand into her hair while simultaneously grabbing her nape in order to keep her from moving. He raised his head, and their lips met in an intense kiss that left them both gasping for air. Oh my goodness, she was very kind. Her flavor flooded his mouth and flowed over his tongue like honey on a warm summer day. He demanded that she open up to him and pushed impatiently at her lips to get her attention. She let out a sigh before granting him his request. Her mouth opened wider, and he pushed his way in, exploring and tasting every part of her mouth as he went. Indeed, it was a paradise. Because if this place was really hell, there wouldn't be a single man in all of Scotland who would ever choose to walk the straight and narrow. He had lost all of his strength, and he sagged backward, his head slamming into the cushion with a thump. Her tone was harsh as she admonished him, "Warrior, you've put too much strain on yourself." He mumbled, "That was well worth it," as he left.
5A highlander's experience
Will you tell me what I need to know at this time? he pleaded. He was a fair man, so he waited for her to reveal her true identity before sharing what he knew. She shook her head and stuck out her chin in the defiance he was surely expecting. “Nay. I won't do that. If you demand my trust, I will not give it to you. To put it mildly, that is the silliest thing I've ever heard. He could tell she was getting ready to launch into an extended rant, so he did the one thing he knew would stop her. Quickly, he filled the gap between them, wrapped his hands around her upper arms, and hoisted her to her feet. His mouth slammed into hers, smothering her shocked gasp.
38Tangled Alliances
In the bustling corporate world, where power and ambition reign, Emily Collins finds herself caught in the grip of an impossible predicament. As an efficient and dedicated employee, she has learned to navigate the challenging waters of her workplace, facing demanding deadlines and ambitious colleagues. But there is one person who makes her life especially difficult—the infuriatingly rude and condescending CEO, Logan Gregory. From the moment they crossed paths, it was clear that Logan had a penchant for making Emily's life a living hell. His sharp tongue and constant criticism became a daily routine that she couldn't escape. Yet, despite his abrasive demeanor, Emily's unwavering determination remained untouched. But everything changes when a sudden turn of events forces Emily and Logan to work closely together. Forced to collaborate on a high-stakes project, they find themselves entangled in a professional alliance that demands trust, teamwork, and the igniting of dormant emotions. As Emily delves deeper into Logan’s world, she uncovers layers of complexity hidden beneath his rough exterior. Their constant clashes evolve into a fiery chemistry that both intrigues and frightens her. Burdened by the realization that she might be falling for her infuriating boss, Emily must navigate the thin line between love and professionalism, risking everything she has worked for.
9VENGEANCE DUE
Risking It All by Anna J. Evans Catalina and Anthony are best friends and coworkers at Fantasies Unlimited where they act as fantasy dates helping their clients live out their most secret desires. But when Catalina hits a rough patch in her personal life, Anthony suggests he plan her a fantasy night she'll never forget. His secret plan? To seduce her into sharing not just a night, but all the nights in her foreseeable future with him and his lover Chris. So Catalina thinks he's gay not bisexual, is nearly fourteen years his senior and has never given the slightest indication that she'd be into a mnage trois. So what? Anthony refuses to let anything stand in the way of having the two people he loves in his life and in his bed. And if that means risking it all, so be it.
5For Your Love
Street of Happiness. Claire halted at the entrance to the secret meeting room, her eyes widening as she was compelled to remain silent and still by what she saw. She turned a blind eye to the burning pangs of guilt and the green, searing jealousy and instead stared in awe and wonder as her Cadan Gaelan, a buddy of my brother's, dropped his trousers and let out the beast in his cock. As a result, she was drooling. It was long and thick; so thick, in fact, that not even his large hand could encircle it. The head was bulbous and purple, and it dribbled pre-cum as he directed it at the enticing pussy on the floor in front of him. Bliss cast an obscene glance at Marissa Delareaux before returning her attention to the stalk of male flesh that vanished between the woman's thighs. As he started to stroke his cock inside of Marissa, she was almost yelling, but Bliss could not take her eyes from Cadan's expression.
46Forbidden Pleasure
The Club is private, exclusive and only for those men whose fantasies run to the more forbidden side. The Club is located just outside Washington DC, where men go when they want to indulge the desire to share their women with a carefully selected male partner. Former FBI agent, Mac resigned his membership from The Club when he married Keiley who is tempting and innocent, sweet and sexy, she would never accept Mac’s desires to share her with another man. However, Keiley’s growing curiosity and Mac’s own fantasies of sharing his wife haunt his dreams. And his passions. Unable to wait any longer, Mac invites his best friend, Jethro Riggs, to their home with the intention of drawing Keiley into the pleasures that can only be achieved when two men love the same woman. Passion and pleasure, danger and desire combine as the forbidden becomes an addiction none of them can escape.
6.0KWild Card
"Ride me, Sabella," he bit out again. "Oh yeah, baby, rub against me." He was rubbing against her, his hips thrusting against her, digging his flesh harder between her thighs. _____ It was supposed to be simple. All Navy SEAL Nathan Malone had to do was rescue three young girls from a Colombia drug cartel, then allow himself to be captured just long enough to draw out a government spy. That was before his mission went disastrously wrong and before his wife, Bella, was told that Nathan was never coming home. Bella’s mourned her husband’s death for three long years. But she has no idea he’s still alive. Forced to assume a new identity, Nathan was is now dead. If he can get back to his wife, can he keep the secret of who he really is even as desire threatens to consume them? And as danger threatens to tear Bella from Nathan’s arms once more?
1.0KMy Special Wolf
There was Serin, arriving before him. Talen watched as his sister climbed carefully from tree to tree, maintaining a steady pace and breath. But not cautious enough, not as in control as she needed to be to avoid the Genetics Council and the soldiers they would send out to get her if they ever found out she was still alive. Serin, along with her other five "siblings," was a human/nonhuman hybrid. Biogenetically fusing Cheetah DNA with human cells, she was born a new species that the Genetics Council thought would evolve into the ideal killing machine. Talen had taken Serin and the others from the identical facilities after a fiery explosion that he believed had camouflaged their escape more than sixteen years after he and his mother had escaped from just such a lab. Since that night, they'd lived in constant fear that the Council's regular army ordered to track down Talen would eventually catch wind of their existence.
40Reliving in the Pasts
He ruined her new white heels. He tore her sundress strap and scraped her calf, making her cry. Anna brushed her hair, frowning at the odd curls. Her hair flowed down her shoulders and back without the clip that held it at the nape of her neck. The night-blue linen dress was torn, but a tight fit over her breasts kept the sundress in place. She hated night and had painful, scratched feet. She had irrational nighttime fears as a child. She wiped her nose as more tears fell, cursing herself for being so scared. Anna was pleased she never wept. She was barefoot, angry, and crying on a lonely country road. Her question was why. She hated the pampered brat. Her father pressured her to date him since he worried she didn't like boys. She sniffled pitifully. She liked men. Men. Charlie Austin, a tiny pip, did not match her strict standards. She cursed Charlie, her parents, and all men while hobbling home on the country road. She would arrive to no one. Her parents went earlier that day for another long weekend in the mountains, leaving her alone in the house. She froze.
12Enchanted love Tales
Sentmar rested long ago. Aeons before Cauldaran and Covenan. The Wizard Twins and their Consorts governed the land and Magick alone. Wizard Twins and Sorceress Consorts ignored the hierarchy's most crucial duty in their pursuit of power, rank, and forgetting. That love triumphs, strength and weakness can unite, and the heart is the final battleground. Reason cannot determine power. The strongest men have limits. Power will fade without love to stoke patience and kindness above lust. It happened. When union strength mattered. From Wizard Twins to Sorceress Consort, these unions are about getting what you want. Joy is now pain. The merger of two souls and brains becomes a test of will, fuel for hatred, and frost. Years passed until Wizards and Sorceresses forgot why they had worked so hard to settle in the same lands or where their internal turmoil had begun. Sorceresses reported love in the air. Wizards craved power. Daughters were legally forced to join before birth, but sons were told to base their decision on money rather than personal beliefs. Witchcraft failed, and castles grew violent. In a last-ditch effort to cure the blind, the Sentinel Select snatched their children. The Sorceress Select's daughters, powerful, compassionate, and intuitive, were lured to Covenan. The Wizard Select gave the Wizard Twins Cauldaran's war-torn kingdoms. Because Select parents assumed their kids were smart, kind, and would eventually come around. Instead, the Cauldaran attacked the Covenan, further dividing their peoples and making it difficult to unite their magical traditions. As Secular population grew, the planet calmed, crying out for its lost children. The Select's two moons were projected to weaken. Conflict is inevitable. A wicked combination would destroy witchcraft, causing war and death.
5Erotic Shadows
There is an old tale that even the most experienced memory has trouble recalling. A myth that has never been written down yet is forever ingrained in the minds of warriors. The tale of the Earth Mother and the Shadow. There are several legends, most of which are so mysterious that they are only mentioned in hushed voices. There are tales of a hero who was granted immortality and unfathomable strength and power by the gods. And here is the story of a daughter of the earth, whose kindness and warmth mended a warrior's heart before seeing it devastated and torn asunder by a bargain met and made for the shaky promise of victory on another day. The guardians had given this man, whose honour and heart were both courageous, unimaginable strength and power. A brave fighter endowed with sight, marked by innumerable battles, and able to live forever. His entire being is dedicated to one thing: destroying Jo Nar and his evil. A malignancy from another world, another place, one that seeks to enslave human souls and destroy all that Mother Nature has worked to create, preserve, and guard. Mother Nature made her own selection, too. A beautiful and wise daughter, her kindness could soothe the anger of a warrior. Whose supernatural abilities would benefit him in battle and help him recover from wounds. She handed the very planet to her daughter. An unknown, mysterious entity whose secrets are only hinted at. The Earth Crystal he fashioned and fashioned for her safety and his power. The earth's beating heart, entrusted to the warrior's brave soul. Power in plenty, with yearning and ardour heightened by absolute dedication. The Shadow's soul was taken, protected, and honoured by mortals and angels alike. But, the agreement was already finalised. The laws were whispered by Fate and Destiny because the moment was not yet right. Such rewards were meant to be received after the war, as a token of affection in exchange for the work already done and not in anticipation of any future struggles. Men who are truly passionate and emotionally invested are paralysed with dread by the prospect of imminent death, destruction, and conflict. A monetary settlement is required. Tragedy and violence, loss and betrayal. The memories were like chaff in the wind, the spirit suspended in limbo, the heart chained by the unknown pain. Dreams filled with screams, and thoughts filled with the intensity of whispers, are both terrifying. A brave warrior chained to someone who, despite their honest front, has a soul as dark as the depths of Hades. A woman reborn with her soul whole and her true desire revealed. A soul in search, huddled together in quiet preparation for the day of waking. And the Earth's beating heart has been returned to its guardian, unleashing unfathomable power. A lady who is honest in appearance and spirit, but whose magic, memories, and emotions have all been broken by treachery, loss, and greed, and who must now overcome these obstacles. After a long separation, the Shadow Warrior and the Mistress of the Ground Crystal will be brought back together. There will be an outpouring of power, the exposure of long-held secrets, and the confrontation of treachery with dignity and honesty. Jo Nar, you'd better watch out; the hour is nearing. Watch out, evil doers, because the truth is about to roam the earth. Awaken, you who hold the keys to power, truth, and love. Dominance in fervour, strength in honesty; a warrior conceived in anger, grief, and anguish. Touch submission, passionate existence, devoted soul. A talented woman, your moment has come. Lady of the Earth, awake! Your secrets have been revealed. Visions of crystal, blood, and death. Get some rest, sweetie, the bill has been paid.
85Cowboy and the Captive
Luc Jardin knew Miss Maria Catarina Angeles was going to be trouble the minute she stepped into the small hangar where he and his friend and partner, Jack Riley, were waiting to see if they could pick up a last minute job flying out of the small South American airport. This job was looking too good to be true. He never did like the ones that were too much of a good thing, and this woman could be described no other way. She was slender and graceful, her skin a bit pale, but otherwise appearing as soft as satin. Her green eyes were vacant, but he had recognized her right off the bat. A spoiled little rich girl with too much time and money on her hands. It wasn’t exactly the demeanor Luc had glimpsed the few times he had been forced into the social circles she moved in, but it wasn’t the first time he had been wrong about a beautiful woman. He was sure it wouldn’t be the last.
466Sheilas passion
Vengeance. It had been so long coming. So many years waiting, searching. Hating. Ah God, the hatred. It was like a wound festering deep within the soul, growing more tender by the year, refusing to release the acrid bitterness that filled it. And it all centered on one man. On a monster who had destroyed countless friends and family. Who had, with a single, thoughtless decision, caused centuries of traditions to be wiped out. Destroyed as though they had never been. And there had been no price extracted for the betrayal. There had been no punishment, no atonement; there hadn’t been so much as an “I’m sorry” or a sprig of flowers on the gravesites of those who had died because of the choices he had made. And many had died. A son had begun the slaughter as his father, the one so many followed, stood by, helpless, his loyalty centered on the daughter he had adored. The daughter’s life had meant more to that father than the traditions that had sustained a people for so long.
74Yesterday
He had caused her to break the heel on her brand-new white heels. He had ripped the strap of her sundress, left scratches on her leg and he had made her cry. Anna ran her fingers through her long-tangled hair, grimacing at the shape the once neat locks had been brushed into. Her hair fell down her shoulders to the middle of her back now, the clip that had once held it at the nape of her neck long gone. The sundress was held on one side by the snug fit over her breasts, but the midnight blue linen dress would never be the same again. Her feet were scratched and sore, and she hated the dark. She had always hated the dark. She sniffed as more tears fell from her eyes, and she hated herself for being so frightened that they fell. Anna prided herself on never crying. But here she was, walking down a deserted country road, barefoot, pissed and crying. Why she wasn't certain. It wasn't as though she really liked the little jerk. She had only gone out with him to satisfy her father who was becoming increasingly worried that his little girl didn't like guys at all. She sniffed miserably. She did like guys. Well, one guy. Besides, she had standards, and that pip squeak Charlie Austin didn't hardly measure.
183Secret Sins
She couldn’t stand it. She couldn’t stand being around him. Watching him, wanting to rub against the hard corded strength of his body, desperate to taste a kiss from the controlled line of his sensual lips. He looked like a pirate. Like a desperado pretending to be a sheriff, and he made her want to run even as he made her want to cling to him. She couldn’t stand it.
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