Gemma Taylor was born to be a chatline operator. Her filthy mouth and a filthier imagination make her hot property on sex chat. The hours are great and the money’s even better. She’s onto a good thing; finding her feet in the big smoke of London with a couple of old school friends.
Until he calls.
The rules of chatline are clear: no personal information, no breaches of confidentiality, and absolutely no other forms of communication of any kind.
So why is she giving him her number? Why the hell is she planning on blindfolding herself and leaving her door unlocked for him?
Gemma Taylor’s in deep.
And she’s about to get deeper.
Much, much deeper.
They say Callum Jackson’s a savage.
No home. No prospects. No self-restraint.
He’s red-flagged on my system, a grade-1 aggression risk, totally off limits for a woman like me.
But the rules don’t allow for my dangerous games; they don’t bend for my twisted desires.
Callum Jackson is the most beautiful beast.
A beast I can’t stop thinking about, can’t stop wanting, can’t stop hunting…
…I just pray to God this beast bites.
Sophia Harding runs a tight ship. She may work in the dregs of housing association slums, but her patch is on the way up.
Anti-social behaviour is down, employment is on the rise, and she’s even been shortlisted for estate manager of the year.
It’s looking good. Really good. Until Callum Jackson completes his jail time and lands right back on her doorstep.
She could do without a guy like him on her books: a failure of the system and a pain in the fucking ass.
She should tick the boxes, do her job and keep her distance – that’s what the handbook says. The handbook says no one-on-one contact, no at-risk situations, no direct confrontation of any kind.
But the handbook doesn’t know of her craving for hardcore submission.
The handbook has no fucking idea how she yearns to unleash Jackson at club Explicit, where his savage can really run wild.
The handbook doesn’t know shit…
Lydia Marsh is always the strong one. The girl who never breaks, and sure as hell never cries. She’s got it all – the perfect little life in cosy suburbia, with her perfectly nice boyfriend, and their perfectly sufficient sex life. She’s even got her perfect little career plan all wrapped up at Trial Run Software Group.
But when it all falls apart, and Lydia’s pretty, green eyes are fixed on a brutally sexual stranger – the man they call Masque – she comes to suspect that being strong isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
For now Lydia wants something she’s never wanted before…
And she wants Masque to give it to her.
Roma: 2008. Ranieri Dei Soldati, chef stellato del ristorante Urbe, vive un’appassionante storia d’amore con Violante, la donna che ama da sempre. La sua ossessione ad avere un figlio tutto suo lo porterà a fare scelte difficili. Tra torbide passioni, assassinii, amori antichi e recenti, una travolgente caduta libera nella spirale di una ritrovata identità umana, in contrasto con la malvagità di un sanguinario vampiro di 514 anni che ha conosciuto Michelangelo e Caravaggio.
Gli devo un debito.
Uno molto grande.
Il pagamento non può essere regolato con soldi o favori.
Vuole una sola cosa.
Ad ogni azione corrisponde una ricompensa. Un bottone. Una volta che avrò riempito il suo vaso con trecentosessantacinque bottoni, mi lascerà andare.
Mi lascerà libera.
Ma devo guadagnarmeli uno per uno.
Sottomettendomi all’uomo più oscuro, più crudele e più bello che abbia mai conosciuto.
Mona Lisa St. James made a deathbed promise that she would do anything to save her mother’s art gallery. Unfortunately, not only is The Red painted red, but it’s in the red.
Just as she realizes she has no choice but to sell it, a mysterious man comes in after closing time and makes her an offer: He will save The Red if she agrees to submit to him for the period of one year. The man is handsome, English, and terribly tempting…but surely her mother didn’t mean for Mona to sell herself to a stranger. Then again, she did promise to do anything to save The Red…
They call me a slut. Maybe I am. Sometimes I do things I despise. Sometimes men take without asking. But I have a musical gift, only a year left of high school, and a plan.
With one obstacle. Emeric Marceaux doesn’t just take. He seizes my will power and bangs it like a dark note. When he commands me to play, I want to give him everything.
I kneel for his punishments, tremble for his touch, and risk it all for our stolen moments. He’s my obsession, my master, my music. And my teacher.
Mathias Crawford è un uomo spregiudicato, calcolatore e dal cuore di ghiaccio. Nasconde, però, una ferita che non si rimargina, un segreto inconfessabile, e l’unico modo per poter mettere a tacere la sua coscienza è non farsi toccare dai sentimenti, né da quelli che gli altri provano per lui, né da quelli che, involontariamente, possono nascere nel luogo più remoto del suo cuore.