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She killed to escape her former slave master. Stowed away on my ship. Injected me with poison. Now she’s been remanded to me for probation. It’s my job to watch her. Rule over her. Discipline her. It’s up to me to decide if she’s worthy of asylum on our planet. And I’m dragging my feet on the decision. Because stars know, I like her right where I have her. In my home. In my bed.

Sunny Hines is the most infuriating female I’ve ever met. Long hair, big sunny smile, cute little freckles, yoga-tight body. Delicious scent. My wolf wants to mark her, but there’s no way in hell I’m falling for a human. This pretty little hippie human is driving me crazy. Two years ago, I had her beneath me, howling my name, until she left. Now she’s back, but she’s not going to put me on a leash. But when I see her with another man, I can’t stop myself from marking my territory and making it clear: Sunny is mine.

I bought her. I own her. But she'll never be mine.... The moment she stepped on stage, I had to have her in my bed. My submissive, kneeling at my feet. But this captive virgin is more than what she seems.... A spy in my kingdom. A weapon honed by my enemy. She hates me, but hate is a passion perilously close to love.... All my life I’ve trained for one purpose. One ultimate goal: Kill the vampire king. I expected a fight. Pain. Torture. I didn’t expect to want him. My body is a weapon he turns against me. But I can’t forget my fallen pack.

She made a big mistake. You don’t blackmail a Tacone. Coming to me with a threat? Unacceptable. If she needs money, she’ll have to ask nicely. But once I give it to her, we both know what it means: She belongs to me. I do my best to hold back. Give her respect. Trouble is, I can’t keep my hands off her.

Quand "Mad Men" rencontre "Le Diable s'habille en Prada". Ode à la féminité et à l'affirmation de soi, un roman d'apprentissage inspirant et savoureux qui rend hommage à l'une des icônes féministes les plus fantasques et les plus glamour du XXe siècle. En acceptant le poste de secrétaire de la toute nouvelle rédac' chef de "Cosmopolitan", Alice n'imaginait pas qu'elle allait faire la rencontre de sa vie. Petite provinciale de vingt et un ans tout juste débarquée de son Ohio natal, elle se retrouve ainsi face à une figure du New York des sixties.

The human thinks I’m stalking her. Maybe I am. But I’m not the only one. There’s something evil in these woods and it preys on single women. I’m not about to let the sexy scientist fall into its lair. Even if that means holding her prisoner in my cabin. Keeping her where I can see her at all times. Bending her to my bear’s will. Just until the storm passes. Until her research is finished. Then I’ll let her go. I swear.

It's the Zandian Lights festival, and the king declared a free-for-all. All human females may mate without petition. Without multiple partners. Without promises. Two warriors have pledged themselves to me, but I can't get excited about becoming their bride. There's only one purple-skinned male who excites me - Mykl, my master and supervisor. The gruff male with a dislike for humans. But I've also seen heat in his eyes, a tilt of his horns when he looks at me. So this holiday, my only wish is to snag his attention. And maybe even his heart.

She’s getting a fake boyfriend - me. Whether she likes it or not. The leggy car thief is trouble with a capital T. My brother went down because of her, I need to find him before the cops do, which means I’m not letting her out of my sight. Anywhere the human goes, I go. I’ll play her fake boyfriend. Sleep in her bedroom. Go to her prep school classes. Take her to the homecoming dance. I will learn all her secrets, find out all her games. By the time I’m done with her, she’ll be sorry. Sorry she ever set foot in our shop. Sorry she ever met me. Sorry she made me fall for her.

I caught her scent when I was on enforcer business. Knew she must be the one. I brought my alpha back with me. Because our bloodline mates in pairs. Two males for every she-wolf. Two daddies for our mate. The one we’re going to spoil and protect. Spank and sully. Carry off to make a home together. Just as soon as we convince her she belongs to us.

Mon Alpha m’a dit de me débarrasser d’elle. D’être aimable et de découvrir si elle comptait vendre sa propriété. De l’empêcher d’amener d’autres humains à proximité de nos terres. Mais avant même de la rencontrer, j’ai humé son odeur. La pleine lune était là, et j’étais obligé de m’y conformer. Je n’ai pas pu m’en empêcher. Je me suis précipité en plein territoire humain, sur sa propriété. Je l’ai découverte en train de se baigner nue au clair de lune, et je lui ai montré mon loup. À présent, tout est possible.

Le destin m’en veut. Il m’a envoyé un vétérinaire humain pour rester dans le dortoir. Avec moi. Je n’ai peut-être pas l’odorat du loup, mais j’en ai l’ouïe. J’apprends qu’elle est vierge. Je lui offre deux semaines. Deux semaines où je lui montrerai un grand animal. Un auquel elle ne pourra pas résister. Ou au moins un qui ne pourra pas lui résister.

4ème règle de la meute: Protéger son partenaire à tout prix. Réunis le temps d’une soirée au Cody’s bar. La jolie infirmière en avait envie, alors je le lui ai donné. Je l’ai fait crier avant de la raccompagner chez elle, repue. Elle a tu les conséquences. Elle a bien gardé son secret. Pendant des mois. Mais ce qu’elle ignore peut tout changer. Le bébé qu’elle porte n’est pas humain.

2ème règle de la meute: Protéger son partenaire à tout prix. J’ai protégé mon pays, protégé ma section. Et maintenant c’est elle que je veux protéger. Dommage que ce ne soit pas une option.

My alpha told me to get rid of her. Make nice and find out if she’ll sell her property. Keep her from bringing more humans close to our land. But before I even met her, I caught her scent. The moon’s full, and I had to follow it. I couldn’t stop myself. I ran straight into human territory, onto her property. Found her bathing naked in the moonlight and showed her my wolf. Now all bets are off. My alpha may want her gone, but I need her to stay. In fact, I’ll do anything to make sure she never, ever leaves.

Règle N°1 de la meute: Ne jamais rien révéler à un humain. J’ai enfreint cette règle le jour où j’ai rencontré la belle doctoresse. Je suis peut-être un champion de rodéo, mais un seul regard sur elle et j’ai perdu ma concentration. Le taureau m’a éjecté et m’a encorné, et maintenant la belle femelle est après moi. Quand j’ai guéri en quelques heures, elle a su que quelque chose clochait.

J’ai cherché aux quatre coins du continent, me suis rendu à des jeux d’accouplement, mais je n’ai toujours pas trouvé la louve qui m’est destinée. Je suis déjà devenu trop sauvage au lit. Je ne suis pas inoffensif - pas pour les femmes normales. Et encore moins pour celle qui vient d’emménager dans le ranch voisin. Elle est beaucoup trop tentante. Et je suis beaucoup trop dangereux. Il faut que je garde mes distances. Je n’ose pas l’approcher.

There’s a story out there buried in the muck, and Jordan Walsh, coming from a family of esteemed reporters, wants to be the one to dig it up. But it’s 1955, and the men who dominate the city room of the Chicago Tribune have no interest in making room for a female cub reporter. Instead Jordan is relegated to society news, reporting on Marilyn Monroe sightings at the Pump Room and interviewing secretaries for the White Collar Girl column. Of course, that all changes the moment she establishes a secret source inside Mayor Daley’s office.

Vera Abramowitz is determined to leave her gritty childhood behind and live a more exciting life, one that her mother never dreamed of. Bobbing her hair and showing her knees, the lipsticked beauty dazzles. As the ultimate flapper, Vera captures the attention of two high rollers, a handsome nightclub owner and a sexy gambler. On their arms, she gains entrée into a world filled with bootleg bourbon, wailing jazz, and money to burn. She thinks her biggest problem is choosing between them until the truth comes out. Her two lovers are really mobsters from rival gangs....

1876. In the glittering world of Manhattan's upper crust, women are valued by their pedigree, dowry, and, most importantly, connections. They have few rights and even less independence - what they do have is society. The more celebrated the hostess, the more powerful the woman. And none is more powerful than Caroline Astor - the Mrs. Astor.

Two Zandian Warriors. Their Feisty Human Captive. I can fly a fighter jet in my sleep and kill with the fingers of one hand. I work alone. No being in the galaxy can challenge me - until I tangle with two Zandian warriors. They say I stole their cargo, and they plan to take me to their planet. Make me theirs. Nobody owns me. I’m not going to let these Zandians master me, no matter how sexy and appealing they are. Because I have a secret mission. And if they find it out, my entire life could be over. My name is Mirelle, and this is my story.