Ergebnis für "Little Deaths" in Erotik

Something is hunting Reyna Alvarez, and though she knows what it is, it doesn’t make it any easier to deal with. When she contacts the Court of Chains for help, she is confined to a secluded forest cabin for her protection. But hiding and submitting isn't in the nature of a Pride fiend.

Mercer Bentley Palmerston is an outcast—the pariah of his family—so what better source to get dirt on the Palmerstons than their black sheep? Intrigued by his lingerie, Blake sees an opportunity to get closer to Mercer, but he has no idea how much trouble he's invited into his life by taking him in. Mercer might be a brat, but Blake has no interest in taming him. He's a sly demon with ever-changing rules, a larger-than-life personality, and covers his weaknesses with sharp wit. There's more to Mercer than his outright refusal to behave, and Blake is the only one who realizes why.

Ever wondered why theres no female voice as bold, erotic, unflinching, and revealing as Norman Mailer, Henry Miller, or Philip Roth? There is. It belongs to Susie Bright. Big Sex Little Death is an explosive yet intimate memoir that's pure Susie: bold, free-spirited, unpredictable, larger than life, yet utterly true to life.

These five bizarre and stimulating tales of sex and horror are graphic, bloody, disturbing, and downright salacious. Prepare yourself to be drawn into the strange world of vengeful vampire ghosts, a bloodthirsty succubus, a doctor-stalking pain freak, a drug-addicted dreamer, and a female serial killer with a voracious appetite for pleasure and pain.

The day you get married, is supposed to be the happiest day of your life. Dreams are made of such things. But I forgot. I could blame the witch if I wanted to – in fact I did, for quite a while after – but the fault can only lie with me. Being with him made me so happy – so very, very happy – that I chose to forget. I chose amnesia. If I had had any foresight into how my flippant choice would ruin him, I would have saved him the heartbreak. I would have forfeited my knowing him, my own selfishness, lived forever in the pain of unfulfillment, if it meant he could be spared....

Bria had just one wish, one desperate desire, and the only place she would be able to have it come true would be at the annual Midnight Fantasies Masquerade Ball. It would be interesting to see if the hosts truly granted everyone’s wildest fantasies, as they promised, or if it was just meaningless hype. After all, how many women attending were wanting to die at the automated "hand" of a sex machine?