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

Horse trainer Trinity Mosier never looks for trouble, but it finds her at every turn. After losing her job, she packs up and moves to Aspen Cove, hoping her brother will take her in. However, when she arrives, he makes it clear that one wrong move will have her out on her ear. Things are starting to look up when a bully from her past comes back to taunt her. Just as she readies for battle, Wyatt Morrison steps in and redirects her fury, but can he keep her storm on its new trajectory, or will she leave destruction in her wake once more?

Cain Washington would gladly pay a million dollars to have a shrew as nice as the one Shakespeare had to deal with. Because, frankly, the one living next to him makes the bard’s seem like a Sunday school teacher. As the chief fixer at the Permanent Hangover Tattoo Parlor and Bar, he’s cursed with the ability to see the beauty in everyone. Though his harpy of a neighbor tests and teases that ability on a daily basis, Cain’s never been one to let a challenge stop him.

I wouldn't burden anyone with loving me. I'm a hard man to love. Until she walks through the garage doors, looking perfect in her little blue dress and high heels. She's neat and clean and too damn good for me, but I'm determined to get her filthy. Then Reaper reminds me of the debt I owe him, and the fine is costly — stay away from the woman whose voice is a song.

Lola Lewis - Independent woman. Founder of her eponymous luxury lingerie company Lola's Coterie based in Paris. She's savvy, feisty, confident, business-driven, has no time for relationships, battles her desire for punishment...wait, what? Sebastian Steele - Powerful billionaire. Heir apparent to his family's luxury real estate development and management global empire.

Evil aliens plucked me from Earth and did terrible things. My alien rescuers say they want to help, but my body can’t help but shy away. But the more Coplan helps me recover, the more my mind starts to open up. He promises me that the sooner I tell him about what happened, the sooner I can go home. But going home means forgetting all about Coplan. The other Lunarians call him cold, but around me he’s warmth and heat and love. When he looks at me, it’s real, and I didn’t have that back on Earth where my life was carefully constructed perfection.

My mom always told me I was going to be a heartbreaker. My brothers in the Indignant Few MC call me face-breaker. The club sluts, I’ve heard them call me jawbreaker behind my back, and it’s not because I ever put my hands on a woman. Living on the streets taught me how to use my charm to survive. Patching into the Indignant Few taught me more about loyalty and family than I’d ever known.

She called it a cruel seduction meant to take what belongs to another. I call it taking back what belongs to me. Because from the start she was mine. From the moment I saw her photo, she was mine. When her dark eyes narrowed on me, she was mine. Even before she gave herself to me, she was mine. And she always be mine.

No bikers, ever. That’s my one rule to live by. Burning bridges to the ground is my superpower. After my dad was murdered, I fled the Indignant Few Motorcycle Club to start a life of my own in the adult industry. I’d rather sell my body on the internet than sell my soul to the kind of men I was raised around. All these years later, I still haven’t forgotten one man I left behind.

Bitterness and anger cloud my judgment when it comes to the MC. What is so great about them that I can't have on the outside? What is so great about the patch? Death? Blood? Fear? That is all I've experienced with the club. I hated to leave my sister. She's the only reason I stayed as long as I did. But it's time for something new.

Nova has one goal in life: keeping members of the Resistance safe. After the dystopian government destroys her bar, Nova finds harbor in an underground colony, until they find that too. Cay has the perfect life, the only man alive post virus with a planet full of women. As the government eliminates every threat, he must remain out of their grasp. After they ravage his home, Cay escapes with a woman he can't stop thinking about. 

Nothing can end before it begins. My beginning started with the death of my best friend. And the kid he left behind...I had no idea what to do. But I made a promise. Jenkins was my responsibility. But he wasn't the only one I had. Raising a kid while being the president of the Ruthless Kings MC? The club had as much influence over him as I did.

Rosemary left Earth to make a better life for her seven-year-old son. She’s got a good job, a nice house, and one minor problem: She needs to marry a Mahdfel warrior if she wants to stay. She can take her chances and marry a stranger or she can accept an offer from an unlikely candidate: Mene. She doesn't like him, and she thought he didn't like her. He can barely look at her without snarling. But then again, none of the other warriors are any better.

Welcome back to Aspen Cove where the honey is sweet but true love is sweeter...Beekeeper Abby Garrett lives a quiet life in the valley between Mt Meeker and Long’s Peak. While bee stings hurt, betrayal is far more painful. After her fiancé left her for her best friend, she came back home to Aspen Cove hoping to heal and find real love. No matter how hard she tries, love eludes her. The only man whose paying attention is her new neighbor, and Abby can’t decide if she’d rather kiss him or kill him.

Hank’s career was over. His heart was broken. Now, trying to piece together what's left of his life, Hank finds himself in Alabama. He swore love was a death sentence. Telling himself he would never give in to the temptation of love again. Until he met her....

Angel Bondesan can't decide if Nico Vitale is the worst or best thing to ever happen to her, but it doesn't matter. Because, it's over. Back in the small town where she was kidnapped, Angel grieves for her father and tries to put her feelings for Nico behind her. Then, she finds out that the Vitale family is under attack by the one man who scared her more than Nico.

For the last two years, I've told myself she’s off limits. That a man like me, can't be with a woman her age. Then my little maniac turned 18...and I gave in to my temptation. I shouldn't have, but now it's too late. She's mine now, and I'll never let her go. Then one of the biggest sinners in Vegas thought he could just take her. He's forgetting; it's my job to protect her. Mine. Now, I'm going to burn this city to the ground. I'll reap havoc until my little maniac is back in my arms.

The many tribes have given him many different names. Wakan Tanko. Maheo. To the people that first hunted the corner of Appalachia known to later generations as Wright’s Holler, he was Weshemoneto, the Great Spirit. To Anna Madeline Wright, he would simply be Wes. Born in the holler that bore her name, “Annie” Wright came from people that had learned to live on the land, people who believed in the magic saturating the woods around them. People who knew how to survive. Circumstance of birth gave her power. Her skills gave her respect. Her magic gave them hope.

I had the perfect life: wedding on the horizon, a job I love, and a great family, but when I find my fiancé in bed with another woman, everything falls apart. And before I know it I’m waking up on a slaver’s ship in the depths of space. When another group of aliens comes to my rescue, I don’t know what to think. It’s all too much to handle...aliens...space. No way. And then there’s Haelian.

Arenia sacrificed love to defend her people’s hidden community. But the Emperor’s attack on her loyal planet truly breaks her heart. And when the Imperial Guard’s flagship arrives armed for battle, she and her colony face imminent annihilation. Davos Tekar isn’t ready to ascend the throne. More accustomed to warfare and thrust into the role by his elder brother’s death, he doesn’t even have a mate to continue the bloodline. But when a distress call leads his ship to an allied world under attack, he’s stunned to discover his fated lover leading the defense.

No one dominates me. Not the supermodels I’ve slept with, not the rich women whose necks I’ve dressed in diamonds. So, imagine my surprise when I get a drunken e-mail from an employee I’ve never met, containing not one, but dozens of erotic stories, all starring yours truly. And in every one of them, I’m a submissive. I should let it go, but I can’t. This woman needs to learn that John King gets spanked by no one.