Novedades

Dante Swanson is my whole world. He doesn't know my true feelings for him, and he's my best friend. I thought, as long as I had him in my life, it would be better than not having him at all. Now he's saying he doesn't want to be friends with me anymore. My entire soul feels like it's just been crushed. Then again, maybe this is for the best. Maybe we both need to move on. He and Liz deserve to be... happy. And I'm just in the way. Book 3 of the I’m Not Dante’s Series

I came here seeking sanctuary, I never meant to fall for the broody single dad next door. I've spent my life hiding in plain sight, burying my past beneath layers of carefully constructed lies. Moving to Sparrow Falls was supposed to be a fresh start. A place to lay low. But when I end up living next door to the single dad who just happens to be one of my brother’s best friends, everything changes. Trace Colson sees too much, asks too many questions, and his protectiveness is as infuriating as it is alluring. And when danger comes calling, it’s Trace who stands between me and the darkness.

Before I found a love I was willing to die for, I had to survive one I had to kill for. Chapel Crest wasn’t a place of solace. It was made for suffering. I would know. I’d been locked inside ever since my mother tossed me away like I didn't matter. In my suffering though, I found her. Isabella. The girl who made me believe I mattered. The girl I gave everything to. The girl I loved. The girl I would do anything for, even kill for. Or just plain kill. Because you don’t betray a watcher and live to tell about it. This is the prequel to Chapel Crest and is best read AFTER book one.

At Bloodwing Academy, blood is currency, but a dragon's legacy is priceless—and as dangerous as fire. I thought surviving my first year in Bloodwing's deadly halls would be enough. I was wrong. I accidentally woke a dragon—a creature of myth, of death, of fire. Now, every highblood house wants control over me and the dragon's legacy I carry. But here's the truth: I have no control. I'm bluffing my way through every encounter, trying to keep everyone from realizing that I'm not the one pulling the dragon's strings.

In the streets of Houston, loyalty is currency, and betrayal can get you buried. Kamal “Prince” Waters is every bit the street king they whisper about, ruthless when he has to be, cold when he wants to be, and powerful enough to make a man disappear by sundown. Love? That’s the one thing he’s never trusted. Not until a caramel-thick bombshell with too much sass and a heart bigger than her insecurities comes barreling into his world. Ensi Fields has built her own lane, a plus-size boutique owner with a backbone, a mouth that cuts deep, and curves that don’t ask for permission. ...

The river was chaos—blood, shouting, and the splash of bodies hitting water. In the midst of it all, I reached out to Cedric, certain he would come for me. But he didn’t. His gaze slid past mine as he pushed me aside, swimming straight for the Lady Eleanor who had drifted farther away. Pain exploded across my face as I struck floating debris, my vision stained red. When I sank, choking and desperate, he never once looked back. And even as I—Jane, his wife—waited, he didn't look back. He still carried Lady Eleanor in his arms, as if she were the only thing that mattered.

The four Celestial Heirs will stop at nothing to destroy the lives of me and my sister. But they haven't figured out yet that we're the strongest creatures they've ever known. And when that secret comes out, we need to be ready to face them as well as any other cruel Fae who rises against us. It’s us or them. And it damn well won’t be us.

Just when you think it can’t get any worse, the universe seems to take that as a personal challenge. The Devil’s Backbone Society has their fingers everywhere. It’s more than a secret society―it’s a leash and a prison sentence. The elders insist it’s about making connections that will help you for the rest of your life, but what they don’t tell you is how long―or, in this case, short―your life might be.

Jack Bradford is the oldest of the Bradford siblings, my best friend’s brother, and my son’s football coach. He’s six-two, dark hair, ocean-blue eyes, broad shoulders, and a square jaw that’s perpetually flexed. He’s a hero in our small town, and the gentle way he cares for his young daughter will melt your… everything. I’ve done my best to show my interest, even walking down the aisle on his arm four times (in his younger siblings’ weddings). Everyone in Newhope ships us, but he always keeps me at arm’s length.

Skylar spends her days working nonstop, taking care of her little brother and sick grandmother, all while tolerating her alcoholic mother. Feeling like the weight of the world is on her shoulders, she starts to reach her breaking point. However, when a surprise visitor comes to town, her life takes a one-eighty. Skylar doubts this change in her life will turn things for the better; especially when she crosses paths with her father’s best friend, Caleb Wright – a retired NBA star. Caleb has it all. The money, the cars, the house, and the perfect wife who stands by his side during his ...

My new neighbor, Ben Stirling, is a beautiful, famous ex-player. A living NHL legend. A single dad with sad eyes and a smile I feel in my knees. I’ve never met anyone like him. He’s what would you’d get if you squeezed masculinity through a sieve. He’s the grit. The pulp. The hard stuff that leaves a sweet taste in your mouth. On top of that, he’s kind and funny, and did I mention he’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on?

After a phone call, secrets about Aspen’s life are unveiled. Between the discovery of her past and the complications that arise in her small Oklahoma hometown, the single mom finds herself suddenly moving to New York to start a new career and a new life with her ten-year-old son.

Whoever said life begins at forty must have been heavily medicated, drunk, or delusional. Three funerals without the deceased present? Crisis. One wedding run by drag queens with questionable taste in music? Semi-crisis, but doable. Dead showing up on my porch who have already crossed over? This is what forty looks like for me. But now I have an even bigger problem. The Higher Power wants my daughter. It’s not happening. Period.

Kade’s loyalties are tangled in something far more treacherous than any of us realized. Reese seems desperate to make amends, and I hate to say, he’s growing on me. And Artemis…. Well, she won’t wake up. According to Gabriel, she might not ever. There has to be a cure—but only if I keep a level head. Grief and anger crash inside me, and if I lose my cool, I might lose her, too.

I am not a dancer… I am not a bartender… I am not a s*x worker… I do not work the house… I own the house… And, everything that goes on in my house remains in my house. We service the wealthiest clients in all of Clarke. They come for a good time, not a long time. But, then there are those who don’t come for the fun itself. They come for the community. The connection. The Chemist.

Event planner Valerie Peng never planned on spending her summer sipping champagne at a lakefront estate, dodging suspicious socialites, or pretending to be anyone’s long-lost daughter. But when a very public, deeply mortifying mishap lands her in hot water—and her career in a hot mess—her uber-wealthy older client makes her an offer she can’t refuse: come to his glamorous summer home and pose as the long-lost daughter he believes his conniving family has hidden from him. In exchange? Time away from her actual life ... and the chance to help uncover a long-buried secret.

Tatyana Vorona has no idea that she just made a deal with a vampire. When the naïve human bookkeeper offers to help locate embezzled funds for a wealthy CEO, she doesn’t realize she’s being set up as bait. Oleg Sokolov is a fire vampire as ancient as he is vicious. It’s bad enough that his daughter stole money from him, but now she’s sought refuge with one of his bitter rivals. He wants her back under his control, and he doesn’t mind using Tatyana to draw her out.

Claire Bennett and Jordan Hayes have only met twice since their marriage: once to sign the marriage license, and once at their wedding. After that, they lived separate lives—she with her Hollywood career, he with his corporate empire. Each kept their distance, content to let the other exist in peace. Standing outside the city clerk’s office, divorce papers in hand, Claire shakes Jordan’s hand with a curt, “Let’s never cross paths again.”

Redemption isn’t a word Jim Heron knows much about—his specialty is revenge, and to him, sin is all relative. But everything changes when he becomes a fallen angel and is charged with saving the souls of seven people from the seven deadly sins. And failure is not an option. Vin diPietro surrendered himself to his business—until fate intervenes in the form of a tough-talking, Harley-riding, self-professed savior, and a woman who makes him question his destiny.

Everyone has trauma therapy can't fix. Nothing can save me from what I am. Nothing can save... them. I'll always be a... FREAK... just ask Mother.