In public, the werewolf prince is my bodyguard. But in private, I'm his slave. Calys Adelardi has made two promises for the good of her pack. One is to marry Pasquale, a boring but well-respected panther prince. Second is to follow everything her bodyguard says in the bedroom. The werewolf prince may be a notorious playboy, but he's also the fiercest fighter she knows. In truth, her bodyguard would have also made great husband material, f only he didn't hate her so much. Alejandro Moretti is determined not to fall in love with Calys, the princess also known as the "human monster". But then a serious threat to her life emerges, and Alejandro realizes he has to make a decision once and for all: give in to his feelings…or turn his back on Calys to protect his heart. Views: 28
FROM THE BESTSELLING LOUISE BAGSHAWE, NOW WRITING AS LOUISE MENSCH Blend it. Sculpt it. Shape it. Use it... There isn't a woman on earth who doesn't have her beauty secrets. But for Dina Kane, beauty is more than just business. It's power. And it is the secret. She's dragged herself up from poverty to Park Avenue. She's rolled with the punches. And she's learned how to win. Now someone is out to destroy her, and all she's built. They've underestimated Dina Kane. She's staying at the top - and she's happy to wait for the perfect moment to exact her revenge... Views: 28
Raising CaneAbigail Timberlake Washburn understands the antiques game is a gamble — so she doesn't know what to expect when she wins the bidding for the contents of an old locker that has been sealed up for years. It's a delightful surprise when she discovers inside a collection of exquisite old walking sticks — and a not-so-delightful one when she pulls out a decrepit gym bag containing . . . a human skull!The last thing the diminutive South Carolina antiques dealer needs is to be suspected of foul play. So she grabs her chatty assistant (and future sister-in-law), C.J., and heads out to search for a killer they can stick it to. But this cane case will be no walk in the park — with its arcane clues hinting at poaching, counterfeiting, smuggling . . . and homicide, of course. And when a fresh corpse turns up, things are about to get really sticky for Abby and her staff of one. Views: 28
It’s been four years since twenty-year-old Jessica Hayes has been home, but when she discovers her father is dying, she must return to her hometown in South Carolina and face her past. Jessica thought patching up her relationship with her father would be her biggest challenge, but when she runs into Ryan Dawson—the catalyst of all her problems—she wonders if coming home was a mistake.Ryan knows he screwed up. Hell, he paid the price…with interest. But when he runs into his best friend’s little sister, Jessica, he’s reminded that his debt will never truly be paid. He may have turned his life around, but he can’t undo the damage. So, he does what he should have done all those years ago. He stays away from Jessica, and all the other personal demons that still haunt him.Jessica thought she wanted nothing to with Ryan, but something is different about him and she needs to know why. When she discovers the truth behind his change, she puts her troubles aside and tries to help him. But is putting her heart back in the line of fire worth disrupting her stable life back in Ohio, or will the past repeat itself, leaving her brokenhearted once again? Views: 28
I held the Colt .45 pistol in my right hand and pulled her leg with the other. “Wake up bitch!” I yelled rudely rousing her from her sleep. She moved around and mumbled something that I didn't understand. The snake wasn't up yet, so I shot the gun in the air. Peaches sprang up and huddled near the headboard when she saw me standing there with the gun pointed at her. “What the...?” She asked groggily wiping the sleep from her eyes. “Nope, you ain't dreamin’! I ain't dead! I’m alive as hell and I’m right here in your face, so wake the hell up!” The look on my face told her why I was there. There was fear on her face, but there was no mistaking the evil in her eyes. It was probably always there, but I was too naive to notice it. Either that, or I was so evil that I didn't recognize the look at first as a threat. Maybe the look just reminded me of the look in my own eyes. As I sat down on the bed, she cowered closer to the headboard. “Don’t be scared now,” I taunted her. “You wasn't scared when you decided to set up my best friend, almost got my man killed and murdered the only real female friend I got.” “What the hell? I thought your ass was dead.” She sneered at me before letting out a cackle of a nervous laugh. “Just my damn luck.” “Luck?” My laugh was way more menacing than hers. “Sorry to break the bad news, but your luck ran out a long time ago.” “If you gon’ kill me go ahead and do it Zero. You got the gun in your hand. Don’t torture me with a guilt trip like your ass is so perfect.” She rolled her eyes at me like we were having a simple quarrel in juvie. If only she knew. “It ain't goin’ be that easy. I figured with this gun in your face you’ll finally tell the truth. I got some questions for you before I kill you.” The gun was pointed right under her rib cage. I had the barrel right there and she couldn't move without getting some hot steel in her vitals. Views: 28
