検索キーワード： ナレーター "Stella Hunter" すべてのカテゴリー

I’ve lived my entire life in the shadows.... Sheltered yet painfully aware of the haunting reality of who my family really is. I’m tired of being the good girl—of doing everything I’m told. Halloween seems like the perfect time to explore my hidden desires.

She’s in the wrong place at the right time...Gunshots echo, reverberating through me, allowing me to feel something...anything other than the pain that consumes me. That should be a warning to stay away, but for some reason, she comes closer. Intruding on my silence. Sharing my darkness. Close enough for me to see the look in her eyes. It’s not fear, but desire that darkens her eyes in the moonlight. She should run. Run far away from me, but she never does. She comes close enough to touch, tempting the devil inside that wants to cause devastation for the loss I’ve suffered.

Enter Beckham Ellicott: hot, rich, and the worst neighbor ever. His playboy ways with a never-ending line of companions should be an instant turn off for shy Poppy Ashford, but she can’t help but be curious. Ok, mildly interested. Ok, maybe interested but also completely annoyed from her much quieter apartment beneath his lavish penthouse. Until one night he shows up at her door completely naked with nothing but a dishtowel to cover his...well, you know. Can the inexperienced new lawyer survive the flirtatious real estate mogul?

The last thing I wanted to do with my evening was get all dressed up just to allow old rich dudes to undress me with their leering eyes while I pretended to laugh at their crass jokes. The only funny thing about this situation is that it shouldn’t be me. My sister is the experienced dancer. I’m the innocent one. But with her down and our desperation at an all-time high, I didn’t have much choice. I even argued to get myself here, thanks to my guilt. How bad could it really be? Bad… worse than I expected. Eyes everywhere, hands itching to follow.

I’m not sure how I ended up in Heartwood Lake. One minute, I’m trying to help a friend, and the next, I’m being shipped off to a small town. And the only person to blame for my predicament is Callahan Thorndale.

Roses are red. Violets are blue. I'm hot, and I need you. I'll be in room 69 waiting on the bed. I hope you're in the mood for giving h.... If you're up for a game. I promise to scream your name.