Risultati letto da "Harlow Wilde" in Tutte le categorie

I never thought I'd willingly walk into the dragon's den, but here I am—Gwenivere, the only girl stupid enough to infiltrate the infamous Wicked Academy. Oh, and did I mention I'm a hybrid? Part vampire, part witch, and now, part boy... at least as far as anyone here knows. Infiltrating the all-male Wicked Academy wasn't my smartest move. I thought I was prepared for anything. Turns out, I wasn't ready for the vicious bullying, the cutthroat classes, or the three devastatingly handsome paranormal princes who've made tormenting me their new favorite hobby.

My daddy taught me better. I should've known not to drink too much tequila… And sext all three of his hot-as-sin best friends. But Alto, the very bossy VP, makes my heart race faster than his bike. And Colt is a walking, talking wet dream. One look from his smoldering green eyes sets my panties on fire. Then there's Bane… He won't open up about his past, but I just want to suck the scars off his lips. Waking up sandwiched between the three of them is a fantasy come true. But all hell will break loose once Daddy finds out his angel is getting passed around by his biker buddies… 

The darkness within me grows stronger every day, threatening to consume the person I once was. I crave the company of Kicks and the others I love—and yet fear to let them close to the monster I am becoming. So when Death calls in her bargain and tells me to go to Scotland, I'm eager to end the debt I owe her. But her vengeance is sure to bring more pain and heartache. Instead of the healing I seek, I'll surely form more enemies and dole out more death. The end of this bargain might destroy any hope of a new beginning…

In the twisted halls of Wicked Academy's second year, nothing is as it seems. Surviving Year One was just the beginning. Now in the Faerie realm, where time bends and memories fade like morning mist, I discover the true meaning of wickedness. With each passing hour, the line between ally and enemy blurs beyond recognition. The bonds I forged with my three paranormal princes crack beneath the weight of unspoken truths.

When Micah and Memphis Blackwood landed in my ER, I had no clue they played for my Dad's hockey team. Daddy always told me to stay away from his players, but I've never been good at following his rules. The twins are double the trouble with broad shoulders, rock-hard abs, and killer smiles. They had me screaming their names and begging for more.