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Der Plan ist denkbar einfach: vor Gericht gegen die Köpfe des Mezcal-Clans aussagen, ins Zeugenschutzprogramm gehen und sehr alt und sehr glücklich werden. Als ich jedoch den Mann kennenlerne, der bis zur Verhandlung auf mich aufpassen soll - einen Typen in beigefarbener Stoffhose -, überschlagen sich plötzlich die Ereignisse. Jetzt geht es nicht mehr nur um mein Leben, sondern auch um das meiner besten Freundinnen Jordyn und Sara. Tja, und, ich mag es kaum zugeben... ohne diese grauenvolle Hose ist der Kerl gar nicht so übel.

Ich kenne wirklich viele Formeln, aber keine gegen Dummheit. Was hat sich Allegra nur dabei gedacht, gegen unseren Chef und einen der schlimmsten Drogenbosse an der Westküste auszusagen? Er wird annehmen, dass ich das Gleiche vorhabe. Ich bin so gut wie tot! Ich muss untertauchen. Sofort! Eine kleine Chance auf ein langes Leben ist besser als keine. Bis mich ein rothaariger Barbar findet und allen Ernstes behauptet, er sei hier, um mir zu helfen. Für wie dumm hält er mich? Natürlich vertraue ich ihm nicht!

I always thought of Silas Rush as my biggest rival on the track and a stuck-up loner off of it. He and his fancy pro career left our crappy hometown in the dust before high school even finished, and then I didn't think of him much at all. I was too busy trying to keep my little sisters from turning into addicts like our mom, and myself from turning into a rage-junkie like our dad. All while keeping food on the table. Now he's back, reminding me of all the things I don't have, just like he always did.

Habe ich davon geträumt, als Buchhalterin für einen Kriminellen zu arbeiten? Nein, ganz sicher nicht. Aber der Job bezahlt die Miete, und niemand krümmt meiner Familie und mir ein Haar. Das ändert sich, als meine beste Freundin Allegra beschließt, gegen unseren Boss auszusagen. Entweder ich bringe sie davon ab, oder mein Bruder geht drauf. Was für prickelnde Aussichten! Notgedrungen spiele ich mit. Leider habe ich die Rechnung ohne diesen blonden Hünen gemacht, der mich keine Sekunde aus den Augen lässt - und der meinen Puls aus noch ganz anderen Gründen in die Höhe treib... Wie zum Henker soll das bitte nicht in einer Katastrophe enden?

Als Judith Humphrey sich aus dem Bett ihres unglaublich guten One-Night-Stands schleicht, ist sie fast ein wenig enttäuscht, dass sie den attraktiven Unbekannten niemals wieder sehen kann. Hat sie doch beim Verlassen der Wohnung sein gut gefülltes Portemonnaie mitgehen lassen. Aber Jude läuft ihrem One-Night-Stand schneller wieder über den Weg, als ihr lieb ist. Und er ist niemand anderes als Célian Laurent: bekannter Playboy, Erbe eines millionenschweren Medienunternehmens - und Judes neuer Boss.

Love—on the rocks…. The last thing Vaughan Hewson expects to find when he returns to his childhood home is a broken hearted bride in his shower, let alone the drama and chaos that come with her. Lydia Green doesn't know whether to scream or cry in a corner. Discovering the love of your life...

I’d never forgotten him - a man I’d yet to meet. Griffin Quinn was my childhood pen pal, the British boy who couldn’t have been more different from me. Over the years, through hundreds of letters, we became best friends, sharing our deepest, darkest secrets and forming a connection I never thought could break. Until one day, it did. Then, out of the blue, a new letter arrived. A scathing one - one with eight years of pent-up anger. I had no choice but to finally come clean as to why I stopped writing. Griffin forgave me, and we were able to rekindle our childhood connection.

Seth Brothers had it all: the hottest album in the world, more money than he’d ever dreamed of, and Dirty - the band he loved like family. But as Dirty hit the big time, Seth hit bottom. Now all Seth’s got is the guitar on his back, a heart full of regrets, and one last chance to get it all back...including the one thing he never expected. Her. Elle Delacroix has it all - talent, money, fame...except the one thing that truly matters. Love...the only thing Seth has left to give.

Dirty rich one night stand. That's all it was supposed to be. He's the powerful attorney, now world-renowned after coming off the trial of a century which was publicized across the country. And I'm one of the reporters that sat in his courtroom. I watched him, studied him, got to know him from afar which isn't hard since I know his exact brand of confidence, arrogance, and wealth. I know his type. I've dated his type. Which is why when I happen to come face to face with him, when sparks fly and heat simmers between us, I know what happens if I say yes to Reese Summer.

Dominic Valetti is only interested in two things: getting paid and getting laid. He's a bookie for the Valetti crime family, and he knows his shit. Dom's busy doing business, no time to dabble in social niceties. The women that chase after him wanting more than a dirty, hard f--k are only gonna get their hearts broken. That is, until Becca stumbles into his office to pay off her ex's debt. A hot brunette who's just as guarded as he is and has a body made for sin...and for him.

It's been 12 years since I've seen him, but loathing Emmett Hoult still runs in my blood. Thanks to the hell he wreaked on my teenaged life, I've avoided the prick like the plague. But desperate times call for desperate measures, and after a fire destroys my apartment during the most important week of my life, I'm suddenly as desperate as they come. Hence the roommate situation. It's his summer home. His family said he wouldn't be around. They said I'd never run into him. But oh, did I run into Emmett Hoult. And in the worst way possible.

Get ready for Cat and Reese’s story to continue in this novel that will test Cat and Reese’s relationship. Reese is preparing and trying the second hardest trial of his career when the past comes back to haunt him and Cat, just as their lives are getting ready to change irrevocably.

After how this season has gone so far—don’t ask—the last thing I need is a distraction. Like, say, my spring training one-night stand showing up in my dugout. If it’s not annoying enough that the hot new shortstop with the heart-stopping smile has been traded to my team, the golden guy now needs a place to stay. When one of my bigmouthed teammates suggests the new star player shack up in my spare room, I’ve got myself a helluva problem—and it’s getting bigger with my eager, interested, and too-sexy teammate sharing my kitchen, my shower, and then, late one night, my bed.

Greer Karas has been mine since the first day I saw her. I walked away because she deserved better than I could offer, but I always planned to come back and stake my claim when the time was right. But true to form, Greer wasn't willing to wait. She threw down a challenge, and I'm meeting her head-on. I'm not walking away this time, because sometimes you have to fight dirty for love.

The forest is my happy place. A chance to get away from my stifling apartment, the sweat of the city, a job I hate. A Sunday morning spent hiking in the woods with my dog is a dream come true...until it becomes a waking nightmare. I don't see the hole until it's too late. Then I'm at the bottom of it, staring up at the ground 12 feet above me. A stupid accident. Or was it? Because soon, someone's bringing me food and water. Someone who doesn't want me to see his face. Someone who knows what I did.

The Dirty Duck is a pub in Shakespeare’s beloved Stratford, and in this pub Miss Gwendolyn Bracegirdle of Sarasota, Florida, fresh from a performance of As You Like It, takes her last drink. A few minutes later she is slashed ear to ear, the only clue: two lines from an unknown poem printed...

Célian Laurent. Manhattan royalty. Notorious playboy. Heir to a media empire...and my new boss. I could have impressed him, if not for last month's unforgettable one-night stand. I left it with more than orgasms and a pleasant memory - namely, his wallet. Now he's staring me down like I'm the dirt under his Italian loafers, and I'm supposed to take it. But the thing about being Judith "Jude" Humphry is I have nothing to lose. Brooklyn girl. Infamously quirky. Heir to a stack of medical bills and a tattered couch.

Was pretending to sleep with tons of men to keep my crush from hooking up with them a Dirty Trick? Sure. Do I regret it? Not one bit. Telling Boston I have a thing for him would’ve been the logical thing to do. Unfortunately, logic hasn’t always been my strong suit. I decided to go the—“get under his skin until hostility turns into affection”—route instead, and I think it’s finally working.

Im Zeitalter des Internets und der elektronischen Überwachungsanlagen ist Wyatt kaum noch konkurrenzfähig. Er muss die Ansprüche zurückschrauben und sich mit Klein-Klein begnügen. Ein Juwelenjob erscheint da ganz nach seinem Geschmack - nichts Extravagantes, nichts Undurchschaubares, bis auf die Tatsache, dass es Eddie Oberins Job ist und nicht nur Oberin darauf besteht, bei dem Überfall mitzumischen, sondern auch seine Exfrau Lydia Stark, von der das Insiderwissen stammt. Wyatt arbeitet lieber allein, gibt aber grünes Licht, denn sein Plan ist wie immer akribisch vorbereitet.

He'll dig her out of debt...if she agrees to his terms. Kat Wilder is struggling. She waits tables to support her little sister, but the money never goes far enough. She needs help, fast, or she's going to lose their home. Enter Blake Sterling. The tech billionaire offers Kat a lifeline. A million dollars for her hand in marriage. A million dollars to don designer dresses, smile at paparazzi, stare into his eyes like she's madly in love. As long as she keeps up the ruse, she secures her family's future.