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Russian ogliarch Alexei Rustanov wants nothing more than to leave his past behind, including the sexy and sassy Texas beauty, Eva St. James, who so callously broke his heart back when he was a poor grad student. But when he runs into her at a wedding eight years after their tumultuous break-up, passions ignite and Alexei decides he will settle for nothing less than red-hot, dirty, and oh-so-erotic revenge. Can he have his Eva and get his revenge, too - without losing his heart again?

Him: She showed up in my dark world and pulled me into her light. Then she ran away. For six long years, she kept herself hidden from me. She is my wife. Did she really think I would just let her go? Nyet. She belongs to me, and now that I have found her, I will make her pay for destroying me. Her: He's the domineering monster I had to escape. The only place he and I work right is in bed. And now that he's found me, he's determined to take every scrap of dignity I have left. So why can't I stop wanting him?

Jusqu'où seriez-vous prêt à aller pour vivre la vie dont vous avez toujours rêvé ? Parce que Mississippi Foxtrot, le bestseller de l'année, a projeté Maud Dixon au sommet des meilleures ventes, la jeune et ambitieuse Florence Darrow n'a pas hésité longtemps à accepter ce poste d'assistante personnelle de l'écrivaine à succès. Seulement voilà. Ladite romancière, aussi imprévisible qu'arrogante, tient farouchement à son anonymat.

For years, Amy Thunig thought she knew all the details about the day she was born, often demanding that the story of her birth be retold. Years later, heavily pregnant with her own first child, she learns what really happened that day. It’s a tale that exemplifies many of the events of her early life, where circumstances sometimes dictated that things be slightly different from how they might seem–including what is meant by her dad being away for ‘work’ and why her legal last name differs from her family’s.

I didn’t know true desire until the first time I laid eyes on him. Tall, dark, beautiful as a god—completely forbidden. He was the penniless son of the help born in the Lousiana bayou, and I was a pretty southern princess, cultivated like a hothouse flower to become the trophy on some well-pedigreed man’s arm.