In Anabelle Bryant's latest novel of ardor and ambition, a lord will stop at nothing to possess the woman of his dreams . . .
In monetary matters, Jeremy Lockhart, Viscount Dearing, is used to being in control, but from his first sight of Lady Charlotte, his carefully cultivated world is rocked to its foundations. Determined to best her other, more eligible suitors, he goes to great lengths to ensure his betrothal to Charlotte. A locked black leather box holds the dark secret that has assured his success.
Innocent Lady Charlotte is baffled by her fiance's behavior. Why does Lord Dearing seem so distant one day, and so attentive the next? Her family's dire financial straits did not allow her the luxury of an extended courtship. If only she could entice him into the marriage bed! When at last Charlotte's efforts are rewarded, she revels in Jeremy's unexpectedly bold possessiveness. But outside of their bedchambers, her groom's guardedness quickly returns. Passion is no longer enough for sweet Charlotte, who vows to unlock the mystery of this complicated man. The truth, however, might be more than her principled heart is prepared to handle . . .
Shelby Hunt has the perfect life, married to the perfect man.
At least, that's what anyone would think, looking at her. They couldn't possibly know about the past five years of lonely nights, or the divorce papers still sitting unsigned on her husband's desk, or the shady business practices he's brought home on more than one occasion-often in the form of scary men with loaded guns and briefcases full of laundered cash.
The truth is, Shelby's perfect life is starting to feel like a prison . . . one she's not sure she'll escape from alive . . .
Special Agent Conor Gallagher has no time for romance.
As the head of Boston's elite Organized Crime division, the seasoned FBI agent is far more interested in tracking down bad guys than wining-and-dining dates. But when a new case steers him directly into Shelby's path, he can't help the fierce protective instincts that rise up inside him.
She needs an ally. A protector. Someone to keep her safe until the fallout from her husband's criminal activities is contained. But as Conor gets closer to the plucky brunette, that protectiveness starts to feel a whole lot like passion . . .
Contains mature themes.
In High Tide at Pelican Pointe, we once again begin our story in the quaint little town of Park Place, nestled in the heart of the Olde English District of South Carolina. We find the good Reverend Rock Clark and his very pregnant wife, Liz, making preparations to take a much needed beach vacation, leaving the busyness of his growing congregation behind. They've been gifted ten days in Miss Edie's Pelican Pointe beach house with three days alone before the rowdy Clark clan joins them for their annual pilgrimage to the sea.
Even though the Clarks add a lot of fun and adventure to the vacation, Liz is a little overwhelmed by all the drama and activity of a large family, but she soon fits right in and grows to love them all. She and Rock will need their support when the story takes a sudden turn from a few days of peace and tranquility by the sea to the dark and sinister happenings on the west end of the island.
Hold on to your beach hats, because for Rev Rock and Liz, there's trouble in paradise.
Some shadows are hard to shake. And someone has a mean sense of humor.
And is springing nasty pranks around town. Who and why? And, more importantly, how can Keely Turner and Burke Sloan, the newest sheriff's deputy, stop the malicious prankster before someone gets hurt badly? Keely, the daughter of the richest man in the county, and Burke, a newcomer with his own family baggage, are attracted to each other in spite of their intentions. The fact that her brother and his nephew become enemies doesn't help either.
In the midst of this, the mystery baby needs to be identified. But soon Keely uncovers a clue that may lead to the baby's mother. Will the baby return to her mother or remain with her adoptive family? But over all this hang the bigger questions. Whose is the spiteful mind behind the increasingly dangerous pranks? And will Keely and Burke be able to shed the disappointments of the past and the present and breakthrough to love? Only God can answer that.
Carter isn't sure what to call his two alien protectors. Friends? Boyfriends? Mates?
Or merely indiscriminate lovers with sexy purrs and tangling tails?
He would be lost without them, he knows that. When their home is invaded by a dangerous new kind of alien slaver, they strike out into the jungle. He depends on them for food, protection, a direction to walk in. He's helpless even for shelter and warmth.
Thankfully, his alien lovers seem devoted, but why? Carter wishes he knew their names or anything else. Like whether the attachment he's feeling is returned.
With aliens, you can't make assumptions.
Wouldn't it be nice if he could just ask?
Contains mature themes.
Zane has learned everything he knows from his father, the most dangerous biker of The Devil's Dust MC. He devours the darkness with a cocky grin and no f**** to give. His immoral obsessions barely keep him content in a life of chaos and havoc until he finds himself craving more.
Addie doesn't need the risk that comes with Zane . . . that is, until her perfectly orchestrated life takes a sudden turn and she's left with nowhere else to go.
She's sunshine and charities, he's bullets and ecstasy.
Will he step out of his hell and into her bed knowing it'll mean that he's dragging her into the depths of his criminal world?
Contains mature themes.
The day I truly started to live, I sentenced him to die.
At twenty-four, I'd resigned myself to a simple life following in my mother's footsteps. I would manage the antique shop she left me and marry a kind, stable man. Most importantly, I would never tell a soul about my psychic abilities.
But with a single, intentional touch and a vision of the past, I set events in motion that expose my secret. I'm part of a world I never knew existed, and my new allies are dismantling my carefully constructed walls.
Except, those walls had a purpose-they kept me hidden.
Now, my abilities make me a target. And my mere existence is endangering everyone I care about.
My name is Adele Rose, and I know nothing but regret.
Contains mature themes.
Wasted, covered in glitter, and wearing the ugliest dress in existence. Also known as: me, the night I stumble into bed with a Fairfield. Cohen isn't my type. Not even a little. I mean, other than his legendary family genes, and a smirk that leaves me as breathless as it does enraged.
One night. That's all I want. Then daylight comes, and all I want is to forget him. There's just one problem: that night was too incredible to black out. Actually, there are two problems. Now my sister wants me to be her surrogate. To carry her child. To be pregnant. But, as luck would have it . . . I already am.
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Wasted, hungover, in that dress or out of it: there's not a single version of Juliet I don't find beautiful. Including knocked-up.
I'm a joker. I'm immature. She's got a long list of reasons why I'm not her type. But thank God for hormones: now she needs something. Bad. And I can give it to her, in about a hundred different ways.
I promise her our arrangement will stay purely physical. I'm a liar.
Contains mature themes.
She vowed never to love . . .
One would hardly see a three-story mansion, unlimited bank account, and high-end clothes as a prison. But to Kaitlyn 'Issy' Summers, her family's opulence only represents pain, betrayal, and fear. To deal with her heartbreaking past, Issy finds multiple ways to self-destruct and harden her heart from ever being hurt again.
He vowed to make her his . . .
Grant Forester won't give up on the woman he has loved for years. He sees past the anger and bitterness to the wounded girl in need of healing. He has the secret to freedom if she would only trust him.
But when darkness and deceit surfaces, their ability to choose may become nothing more than an illusion.
It's hard to be consumed by revenge when my heart feels like it's breaking in two. A part of me is still in love with Miles. I think I always will be. He embodies everything I thought my life could be. Every hope and dream and wish. But I'm not the girl that he remembers.
And I'd be lying if I said I haven't started to fall for the New York City vigilante. He's the only other person that knows what it's like to live behind a mask. There's a darkness in him that mirrors my own. He embraces my broken soul.
But I'm tired of all the secrets, masks, and lies. I don't need a man to save me. I'm the superhero of my own story. And all I need to focus on right now is Don Roberts-a monster far worse than I ever imagined-before he unleashes the mafia on this city and ruins any chance I have at a new life.
Psychic medium Simon Kincaide and his boyfriend, Myrtle Beach homicide detective Vic D'Amato, find that the only thing more frightening than murder might be navigating their first holiday season as a couple.
A trip back to Pittsburgh to spend Thanksgiving with Vic's large, exuberant family means dodging old frenemies and a bitter ex-boyfriend. A cold case comes back to haunt Vic when a murdered woman's ghost begs Simon for justice. Then a new murder back in Myrtle Beach looks suspiciously familiar, and the dead man's ghost isn't playing nice. When Simon gets a vision of the next victim before the crime occurs, he realizes that all the murders are supernaturally linked. Catching the murderer will take his psychic sleuthing skills along with Vic's street smarts to avert a tragedy. Can they do right by ghosts past, present, and yet-to-come without ending up in the crosshairs of a killer for Christmas?
There are angels and demons at war inside my head.
I had it all figured out: finish high school, attend seminary, and finally answer my calling of becoming a priest. What I hadn't counted in the equation was her.
Grace Miller.
The girl who was always out of my reach. The girl who still makes me lose my breath with just a look.
Little did I know she would become my temptation and vice, and quite possibly, my ruin.
Now I'm standing at a crossroads, and my head is a battlefield. How do I choose sides when it means losing a part of who I am?
Contains mature themes.
