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Je m'appelle Poppy Woodstock. Auteure de romance et fervente adepte des fins heureuses de contes de fées. La seule chose qui devrait m'inquiéter, dans la vie, c'est mon angoisse chronique de la page blanche. C'est alors que je tombe nez à nez avec lui (au premier sens du terme) et me perds dans les yeux bleus les plus splendides que j'aie jamais vus.

I trust no one. I thrive with control and I've learned to be ruthless and coldhearted. A love life? I'm not interested. But I still have desires. That's where Dahlia came in; my treasure. She had never been a submissive before and I was eager to train her. When I saw her on stage at the auction, dressed in gold, I knew I had to have her. She's mine for an entire month. I own her. But one lie changed everything.

She thought this was a game. She thought she could walk away. She thought wrong. I've lived a cold, unforgiving life. I've seen things, I've done things, that would break a man. If they didn't kill him first. With my past behind me, I have nothing. No way to atone for my sins and nothing to lift me from the depths of despair I've come from. And no one to give me the control that I so desperately desire.

Hope Barlowe is a vow away from a lakeside wedding to her high school sweetheart. Next, check off her follow-up dreams: two kids, a dog, a home, and a happy ever after. But suddenly, ever after seems like a very long time. Instead of saying I do, Hope thinks I can’t and bolts for the woods—right into the unpredictable life of a handsome tattooed hiker.

Vous connaissez ce genre de terribles journées au boulot ? Vous savez, quand votre boss vous surprend en train de photocopier votre postérieur dans son bureau ? Non ? Alors, ça n'arrive qu'à moi ? Tout ce chaos, c'est la faute de ma meilleure amie et partenaire. C'est elle qui m'a lancé un défi tout sauf innocent que j'aurais dû décliner tout de suite.

They're both rich and powerful and have a debt to settle in the wealthy circles of NYC. Then there's me... the naive girl trying to make it in this city, pissed off and seemingly a willing pawn. It was supposed to be one night to get over one man by getting under another. Then one thing led to another, and it all spiraled out of control. It was never supposed to go this far.I was never supposed to fall for him. And he was never supposed to risk it all for me.

One look, and panties drop. One night, and they're ready to marry me. Too bad I'm not interested in anything more than a taste. Until I'm tempted by Little Miss Goody-Two-Shoes. She's a good girl, the kind I want to possess, dominate, ruin. No one's ever told me no, and I'm not about to let it stop me now.

As the eldest brother, the responsibility for the family ranch now rests on Mark Bennett’s broad shoulders. He wouldn’t have it any other way - he loves being in charge. Working hard on the land helps him stay focused and keeps him from noticing what’s missing in his life - what he’ll never allow himself to have for fear that one small taste will break his careful control. But a sweet blue-eyed blonde has just arrived in town, and the attraction between them is undeniably hot.

Thomas Goldstone. A man of a billion-dollar deals in custom-tailored suits, he demands more than your best. He’s scary. Driven. Haunted by inner demons that have taken him to the brink. But beneath the arrogant, controlling facade lies a heart of gold. It makes me want to solve him one growly, messy piece at a time. To be the only one who sees the truth of the man.

I was only a boy when I saw my mother murdered in front of me. That does something to a man. It turns him hard, cold, and makes him an addict for control. In all things. My desires are dark and what I'm interested in is far more than simple submission. I've been waiting for someone as broken as me. Someone who truly needs to give up complete control and rely on me to take away her pain. And then I found her. Katia. My kitten. The moment I laid eyes on her gorgeous face, full lips, and seductive curves, she stole the air from my lungs.

Il a besoin d'une femme. J'ai besoin d'un mari. Ce n'est que provisoire... qu'est-ce qui pourrait mal tourner ? J'ai toujours voulu un mariage de conte de fées. Pas pour la robe de princesse parfaite ni pour la grande fête, mais pour Papi. Mon grand-père. La seule figure paternelle que je n'aie jamais connue. Sur son lit de mort, il fait le souhait que je remonte l'allée à son bras. Non, non, pas de pression ! Je peux bien lui accorder ce souhait.

Brody Tannen has been the boss for way too long, putting everyone’s needs above his own. It’s the way his family farm stood while fate took shot after shot against them. But now he’s got a chance to figure things out for himself. Everyone keeps pushing him one way, but deep down he knows which way he should go. Towards her…Erica Cole, the rough and rowdy woman that’s always been one of the guys. Except to him. Brody loves her inappropriate humor and smudges of grease on her cheeks.

I had it all planned out. A perfect getaway, in a perfect forest locale, with my perfect boyfriend. It should’ve been...perfect. Until he breaks up with me, leaving me all alone when a stranger walks in on me post-shower, getting a too-good look at my bare backside.

I knew she'd ruin me. But I wanted her anyway. I was born into wealth and my name comes with a reputation. One I've upheld and leveraged for power. Now everyone owes me and I plan to keep it that way. Until she's offered to me. My sweetheart. Only for a single month to repay a debt. Her tempting curves call to me and beg me to risk it all. I shouldn't take her, I shouldn't even consider his offer. Women like her bring men to their knees.

I’ve always wanted the fairy tale wedding. Not for the princess perfect dress or big party, but for papa. My grandfather. The only father figure I’ve ever known. It’s his dying wish to walk me down the aisle. Gee, no pressure. But I can grant that wish. I just have to fake being head over heels in love with Ross Andrews, my best friend's big brother whom I embarrassingly crushed on all through high school. Handsome. Knockout sexy. Arrogant jerk extraordinaire. Our childish pranks and tit-for-tat battles were legendary.

Derrick "The Love Whisperer" King gives out relationship and sex advice on the radio to everyone, but he’s giving me something a bit more personal. Nobody’s ever talked to me the way he does. Daring, demanding, sexy...and oh, so dirty. Maybe we started this whole thing a little backward, sex first and getting to know each other after. But I'm starting to let my guard down, my untrusting heart beginning to think that maybe fairy tales do come true. Even for me.

Wyatt Ford hightailed it out of Cold Springs to get away from his influential family and the unwanted privilege that came with it. Returning for his brother’s wedding dredges up every reason he left. One unexpected bright spot: a curvy knockout who slings burgers, hustles pool…and hates the last name Ford.

Thomas Goldstone. A man of billion dollar deals in custom-tailored suits, he demands more than your best. He's scary. Driven. Haunted by inner demons that have taken him to the brink. But beneath the arrogant, controlling façade lies a heart of gold. It makes me want to solve him one growly, messy piece at a time. To be the only one who sees the truth of the man.

Have you ever had one of those really bad days at work? You know, one where your sexy AF boss catches you photocopying your backside in his office? No? Just me, then? I blame my bestie and partner-in-chaos. She challenged me with a not-so-innocent dare that I should’ve flat out declined. But I’m an adrenaline junkie, and now, here I am. I know it sounds crazy, and daredevil tendencies aside, I definitely went too far to get his attention. But you haven’t seen him. Colton Wolfe. My boss. Tall, dark, handsome, and with the sexiest British accent I’ve ever heard.

Vous connaissez l'éternelle demoiselle d'honneur qui ne se marie jamais ? C'est aussi vrai pour la fleuriste. Ce mariage pour lequel je travaille s'accompagne d'une semaine de rêve au paradis. Avec le soleil, le sable et la mer, le boulot paraît tout de suite beaucoup moins difficile. Du moins, c'était ce que je pensais avant que ce rêve devienne un cauchemar. Quand mon ennemie jurée débarque, je m'attire des ennuis avec ma grande gueule, et tout à coup, je dois faire semblant d'être en lune de miel. Quant à mon "mari", c'est encore pire. Lorenzo Toscani.