Risultati letto da "E.M. Wylde" in Tutte le categorie

TJ Cutler's life has been anything but easy. Looking at him now, no one would guess that the successful MMA fighter and business owner was once a homeless drug addict who witnessed his father brutally murder his mother when he was just a child. But TJ knows how harsh reality can be for some, and he dedicates his life to helping those who are struggling like he once did.

Free of her master’s manipulations, Astra’s ready to embrace her powers and learn about her origin—until her fae prince is caught in a dark magic prison. Her only hope is to unearth long lost secrets and use magic more powerful than she’s ever dreamed. With no guidance and no training, she needs to act fast if she hopes to save her kindred soul and her friends.

I never claimed to be a saint. But it wasn't until I found myself in cuffs that I learned the damage I was capable of. The only sunshine on those gray prison days came in the form of letters from a hopeful teenager with a quick wit. But the letters weren't addressed to me. They were meant for my bastard cellmate, who'd sooner toss them on the floor with the rest of his trash. So, I picked them up, read them, and wrote back, signing each letter, Love, Dad.

Healing takes time. Whether it's a broken bone or a laceration, patience is potent medicine. The same goes for relationships. I moved back to town hoping to patch things up with my son. Imagine my surprise when I meet his gorgeous best friend on the exam table at my OB/GYN office, hell-bent on ditching her V-card as quickly as possible. That's not going to happen.

Wren Ballard is trying to find herself. She never expected to be divorced at twenty-seven, but now that the court date has passed, it's official. The paperwork is final. Her feelings on it aren't. Spending the summer in a small mountain town outside Seattle is exactly what she needs. The peaceful scenery is a given, the cat with the croaky meow is a surprise, but the real kicker? A broody neighbor with nice arms, a strange reputation, and absolutely no interest in her.

As the only living heir, I was supposed to wed Vanderlyth's most notorious sack of potatoes. Except, our ship went down and said potato sailed away in the only lifeboat, leaving me to drown. My last image? His middle finger. Luck must be on my side because I wash up on the mainland. A place...