Resultado narrado por "Isabelle Turner" em Todas as categorias

They're trying to steal my daughter. My fake husband and his depraved brother—the two men conspiring to ruin my life. I did the only thing I could do: I took my baby girl and ran like our lives depended on it. But you know what they say: out of the frying pan and into the fire. I thought my fake marriage was a nightmare. Little did I know… The things my husband intends to do next are far, far worse.

My fiancé is screaming at me in public. I'm used to it. My role here is to look pretty on his arm and to play nice so he doesn't hurt my sick daughter. What I'm not used to is the man who comes to my rescue. Adrik Tasarov is a tall glass of gorgeous. He's got a jawline that could cut glass and eyes that could melt steel. Best of all: my fiancé is absolutely terrified of him. So when Adrik asks me to dance, I say yes. When he asks me to do a little more than that, I say it again. Then comes the make-or-break moment. Adrik offers me a fake marriage to get me out of my real one.

As owner of an occult shop in downtown Salem, Massachusetts, she's accustomed to all things odd and otherworldly. But when a bloody animal sacrifice is left as a warning outside her place of business, the police seem to think Gwen might be the target of some truly evil-doers. Suddenly, her sunny existence is riddled with danger in the form of crazed pagans, rogue employees, and nefarious henchmen. There's only one man who can protect her until the storm passes.

As a lowly cousin and the only female offspring in the Torrio mafia family, Luciana is just the bargaining chip her uncle needs to make an alliance with the Bilotti family. Luciana is terrified of essentially being sold off to a mafia boss, especially one as cruel as Romero, but there’s no saying no in her world.

I’m an up-and-coming plus-sized designer who gets strong-armed into playing nanny for a month so I’ll have enough money to put my fashion line into production. Sounds like an easy plan. Only, the dad of that baby is my first crush. The star of my late-night fantasies beneath the sheets. The guy who never noticed I was alive. Charles Harlow. Older. Rich as sin. Sex on a stick. And my stepbrother. I can handle this. One month caring for an adorable baby and my money troubles will be solved. It’s living with three chiseled alphas that might be my downfall.

Benson Bexley has always had a heart of stone. Apparently nothing has changed. When he returns home after a decade gone, I recognize him right away. How could I forget him? He's the same cocky flirt who slid dirty poetry to me in art class. With the same stone-cold stare that shielded his soul from the world. And that same sharp-edged jaw that cut straight through my heart like a dagger.

I learned the hard way that alcohol and bad decisions don't mix. After a crazy night in Vegas, I found myself married to the pretty brunette I met at the bar. Despite the pull between us, we went our separate ways. But fate had other plans... My feet have barely touched America soil when an unexpected letter from my lawyer delivers shocking news; due to a technicality, Lydia and I are still married. But that's not the only surprise—I have a little girl who looks just like me.

Within less than 24 hours of proposing to the love of Gray's life, Liva disappeared. No note. No trace. No explanation. Nothing. Now, five years later, she’s resurfaced, and Gray will stop at nothing to make Livia his again. But is love enough to forgive an unforgivable wrong?

He’s my ex-boyfriend’s uncle. The man who dropped us off at prom. And I can’t stop thinking about him.

When I walked up to the closest guy on the quad and mauled him with my mouth to escape my overzealous ex-boyfriend, I had no idea he was the stupidly hot star of the Pierson University basketball team.

I’m the toughest veterinarian professor at Tatum College. And I want to keep it that way. But a stunning, tough-as-nails city girl who treats sick cows like a puppy with a cold has me losing my mind. I’m pushing 40 and don’t need to be tempted by a goddamn 20-something in skin-tight jeans with a smart mouth. A mouth I want to do the dirtiest things to. When she leaves a phone number on her final exam, I pounce.