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My newest obsession is nothing like any of my past hookups. A perma-scowl and general leave-me-alone attitude? Yeah, that's the kind of thing I usually stay away from. But the most shocking part about all of this is that the person who's got me all out of whack . . . isn't a girl. Bash is a six-foot-four-tatted personal trainer who seems to want nothing to do with me. Until I'm naked, that is. As soon as I'm dressed, he's more than ready to say goodbye. But if there's one thing getting a taste of Sebastian Crawford has taught me, it's that one taste just isn't enough.

Will Caufield, the guy who broke Riley's heart three years ago, is the one who blindly steps into her life again to help. But Will isn't just any athlete. He's the star of the college hockey team—the sport Riley has been avoiding for years. As feelings resurface, Will's determination to win Riley back becomes as strong as his passion for the game. But Riley harbors secrets—secrets that broke them apart last time.

Harlow can't live with herself after the traumatic events of a fateful Halloween night two years ago. Half-broken then, she's shattered now. The only way forward is to go back to the abandoned house where it all happened and pay the ultimate price for her sins. But the house isn't empty. Three vengeful spirits lie in wait, vowing to destroy the woman who sent them to hell. Given just one night of freedom, they will bleed every second dry, taking all their rage, suffering, and hatred out on her.

I have depraved thoughts about their father. I've done dirty things with his stepson. I loved him watching me with his other son. I need them all at once. Forgive me, Father, for I long to sin. Not only with them, but their Daddy, too. Getting snowed in with three alpha males could have gone badly, but when the power goes out and the only way to keep warm is with body heat, what's a good girl to do?

For the first time in years, I'm allowing myself to believe in more than just survival. Adrian, Theo, and Kenji give me hope—a glimmer of possibility that I can move forward, that maybe, just maybe, I deserve happiness. But Rolling Hills is changing, and not for the better. Strange things are happening—more zombies, things going missing, more deaths—and I can't help but wonder if the peace we've built is about to crumble.

Kissing my best friend was a stupid mistake. It earned me a few good hits to the face by his hulking boyfriend, Sebastian, and I can admit that I deserved that. Agreeing to let my stepbrother move in is another stupid mistake, and every single day since he moved in feels worse than Sebastian's beefy fists. Nicolas Aldana has always hated me. His dad marrying my mom ruined his life, and he never lets me forget it. And I hate him too. I don't care how big of a glow-up the guy has had, I. Hate. Him. But what I don't hate is the way his hands feel wrapped around my neck . . .

Immer mehr wird Penelope klar, dass es in diesem Kloster nicht so züchtig zugeht, wie sie das immer gedacht hat. Ihre Zimmergenossinnen haben Interesse aneinander verspürt und nach dem Gottesdienst muss sie bei Bruder Benedikt die Beichte ablegen. Nun ja, wenn beichten immer so angenehm ist ... Eine blue panther books Erotik Audio Story voller Sex, Begierde und Leidenschaft! Gelesen von Veruschka Blum Regie: Berthold Heiland Ungekürzte Lesung Spielzeit: ca. 59 Minuten Diese Ausgabe ist vollständig, unzensiert und enthält keine gekürzten erotischen Szenen.

The alpha who bit me tells me I'm an omega, and the sudden cherry pie à la mode perfume wafting off me seems to confirm his assertion. But things like this don't happen to girls like me. The one in a million chance at being a late-presenting omega should go to someone else. Not me, a beta who spent years of my childhood being sick. Not me, the girl who historically is only good enough for a one-night stand.

Severine Serizy is a wealthy and beautiful Parisian housewife, who loves her husband, but she cannot share physical intimacy with him, and her vivid sadomasochistic fantasies drive her to seek employment at a brothel. By day, she enacts her customers' wildest fantasies under the pseudonym "Belle de Jour"; in the evenings, she returns home to her chaste marriage and oblivious husband.

"Quelle cento, mille finestre sono finestre fiorentine, e per questo affatto particolari. Una Firenze torrida e madida, viziosa e capace di guardare il mondo solo in tralice, ma anche inattaccabile nella consapevolezza della propria bellezza, dove le pietre storiche sono appoggi per il sesso o sagome da scorgere, trasfigurate, nell'ansito postcoitale o nell'ansia positiva del desiderio che si sa già in via d'esser soddisfatto - mentre i martiri nei quadri, va da sé, sono echi passati o futuri delle penetrazioni avvenute o a venire.

The world sees Gabriel Black as a golden god: successful, gorgeous, charismatic, and untouchable. The good guy. But I've peeked behind the mask and seen the brutal devil that lurks like poison under the surface. And he knows it, too. Now, I need a miracle—and money—to save my father's life and pay off the crime boss he's in deep with. Gabriel needs a wife to further his political career. It's a match made in hell to a secret psychopath who knows my darkest, most depraved fantasies. And I'm about to learn the only thing more dangerous than being chased by a monster:

Leaving the UK to start over in New York City seemed like a great idea in theory. But raising a child by myself has not exactly been a walk in the park, and this move has proven to be a challenge like no other. The last thing I need is this infatuation that I can't seem to get over. Abigail Lyons is nineteen years younger than me, way too pretty for her own good, and has made it clear in no uncertain terms that she hates my guts.

I've devoted my life to my son, always putting his needs first, and honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way. Becoming a father was the best decision I've ever made, but hell, single parenting is difficult. I'm so tired of holding everything together. I need a partner, someone to share my life with. I miss intimacy and passion. I want someone who will take charge and help me let go of all this control I cling to. But an endless string of bad dates and rejection has me feeling like maybe love will never come for me. Maybe a father is all I'm meant to be in this life.

Her entire life, Xo has brought others happiness and love, complete with endings tied in pretty little bows. This year, she wants that for herself. Love. Romance. A happy ending. And there's a grumpy Santa who's more than willing to grant her this wish in exchange for finding his love for Christmas again. Where there are candy canes, there are happily ever afters... and they're both about to find theirs.

Jax has been my best friend since the day we met. We not only share our passion for baseball, but we train together, play on the same team, hang out together, and even sleep in the same bed half the time. I feel safe with him, and he gets me like no one else. Yeah, he's gay, and I'm straight, but that doesn't matter. Until it does. Until one stupid dare to kiss each other leads to the most amazing, epic kiss of my life. Until I suddenly can't stop thinking about him, about what he awakens in me. Until all I want is him.

"Ho fatto l'amore senza chiedere perdono o il permesso. Alcune delle mie storie d'amore sono state brevi, fuggevoli. Altre si sono trasformate in una relazione, una relazione durevole o addirittura un matrimonio. In alcuni casi, i miei amanti avevano circa la mia età, in altri casi erano molto più vecchi. Ho fatto l'amore con questi uomini, anche quando la mia coscienza, o qualche altra persona, mi diceva di non farlo. Ma invece di ascoltare o crollare, ho deciso di continuare. Ad amare ed essere amato. Non mi hanno mai detto di no."

"Mi gira la testa e mi sento leggera come una piuma. Le nostre mani esplorano i corpi mentre tutti i nostri vestiti cadono a terra. Quando le sfilo il top sopra la testa, mi accorgo che non indossa il reggiseno e che ha i capezzoli turgidi ed eretti. Mi stacco dalla sua bocca per assaggiare i suoi capezzoli, e mentre li succhio e mordicchio le massaggio i seni sodi. L'ho desiderato così tanto". È solo novembre, ma sta già cadendo la prima neve. Tova è single da poco.

The first time I set foot in Fire Chief Declan Everhart's small town, he declared me trouble. Maybe it's because I'm a pop star hiding in his house for the holiday season. Or maybe it's the way I can't help but tease the Grinch. More than likely, though, it's because his best friend Cade touched me right in front of him, lighting a fire so hot it threatens to incinerate us all. Now, I can't keep my hands to myself.

Finn is smart, adorkable, and his shyness pushes all my buttons. The problem? My interest in him quickly shifts from friendship to something less than platonic. Feelings I’ve been pushing down for years bubble up to the surface, and I find myself unable to see him as just a friend or keep my hands to myself. When a night out leads to some extracurricular fun, Finn and I decide to have a no-strings-attached fling. He’s the perfect person to explore my bisexuality with, and our chemistry is off the charts.

I warned her. I told her there’s no line I won’t cross to keep her. And that’s what I did, I crossed a line. Thing is, I don’t regret it. I’d do it again if I had the chance. This all started with me needing a wife—a wife I didn’t want. But things changed. She got under my skin and into my bed. Now, I’m not willing to let her go. Not even if she begs me to set her free. She knew the risk. She knew my love would come with a burden she’ll carry for the rest of her life.