Librarian's note: This is an alternate cover edition for ASIN: B00C6PLI2Q.This is the story you were never told about Helen of Troy, the face that launched a thousand ships. A bargaining chip for her father and brothers, Helen learned of seduction and lus
As you may know, October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. For this occasion, 33 authors have allied for 1 cause: fundraising for research. Their gift to everyone who makes a donation? A romance anthology (ebook) titled Shades of Pink, totaling over 200.0
Librarian's note: This is an alternate cover edition for ISBN-10: 1492216690 (ISBN-13: 978-1492216698).This isn't a sweet and innocent coming of age story. If dirty talk, bedroom toys, and threesomes offend you... this is not your book. There are also no
Librarian's note: This is an alternate cover edition for ISBN-10: 1484890450 (ISBN-13: 978-1484890455).This isn't a sweet and innocent coming of age story. If dirty talk, bedroom toys, and threesomes offend you... this is not your book. There are also no
Who makes YOUR choices?"I was once the type of person who was impressed by starlight; the type of person who would dance beneath glass ceilings and let the world swim in its loveliness. The sky reminds me of the parties we used to throw - parties like the
“Four. My life has been shaped by four people. Four men, to be more specific. My father, my stepfather, my best friend, and my boyfriend. The first two shaped it in horrible ways, but what I am, who I am, is all because of four men.” Alana Reardon has
Jack isn’t a rock star. He’s not the leader of a MC. He isn’t a billionaire. Lily’s not the daughter of a mob boss, or a stripper, or a virgin with a BDSM fascination. They’re just regular college kids, who somehow found each other in the middle
For four years, Lily has had a crush on her brother's best friend, Derek. He never notices her, though, so their relationship is only in her mind - and in her bed when she is alone at night. When he walks in one night as she is getting off thinking of him
"I've never understood a year. A year was always a measurement of something bad for me. A year in my father's prison sentence, a year since my mom's death, a year left of school before I could get far, far away from here. Now, as I look down the end of my
