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« Tu vas t'enfuir à trois, Janice Cross », murmura-t-il. « Et fais en sorte qu’on ne te retrouve pas. » « Non… Lucian. » Je tournai mon regard vers les hommes qui se tenaient de part et d’autre de lui, les suppliant de dire quelque chose. Aidez-moi. « Calder, s’il te plaît… Aiden… » Tous deux détournèrent la tête. Ils ne pouvaient même pas me regarder dans les yeux alors qu’ils choisissaient leur frère. « Un. » « Lucian… » « Deux. » « Je ne voulais pas. » « Trois. » *** Après avoir perdu en l’espace d’une semaine l’homme qu’elle pensait épouser et ses parents, Janice ne souhaite qu’une chose : prendre soin de sa sœur malade. Elle ne veut pas d’un homme. Elle ne veut pas de trois hommes. Mais une seule nuit suffit à changer sa vie et à lui ouvrir une nouvelle voie. Aiden Grant. Calder Vaughn. Lucian Graves. Elle ne s’attend pas à ce que la frontière s’estompe avec ces hommes plus âgés. Et quand tout cela prendra fin, elle ne s’attend pas à ce que ces hommes continuent de la désirer autant qu’elle les désire.

“You’re going to run on the count of three, Janice Cross,” He whisper. “And make sure you don’t let us find you.” “No… Lucian.” I moved my gaze to the men at either side of him, willing—begging them to say something. Help me. “Calder, please… Aiden…” Both turned their heads to the side. They couldn’t even look me in the eyes as they chose their brother. “One.” “Lucian…” “Two.” “I didn’t mean to.” “Three.” *** After losing the man she believed she would marry and her parents within a week, Janice just wants to care for her sick sister. She doesn’t want a man. She doesn’t want three men. But one night is enough to change her life and point her in a new direction. Aiden Grant. Calder Vaughn. Lucian Graves. She doesn’t expect the line to blur when it comes to these older men. And when it comes to an end, she does not expect these men to continue wanting her as badly as she wants them.

—Vas a salir corriendo a la cuenta de tres, Janice Cross —susurró—. Y asegúrate de que no te encontremos. —No… Lucian. —Desvié la mirada hacia los hombres que tenía a ambos lados, deseando —suplicándoles— que dijeran algo. Ayudadme. «Calder, por favor… Aiden…». Ambos apartaron la mirada. Ni siquiera pudieron mirarme a los ojos mientras se decantaban por su hermano. «Uno». «Lucian…». «Dos». «No era mi intención». «Tres». *** Tras perder en una semana al hombre con el que creía que se casaría y a sus padres, Janice solo quiere cuidar de su hermana enferma. No quiere a ningún hombre. No quiere a tres hombres. Pero una noche basta para cambiar su vida y encaminarla hacia una nueva dirección. Aiden Grant. Calder Vaughn. Lucian Graves. No espera que los límites se difuminen cuando se trata de estos hombres mayores. Y cuando todo llegue a su fin, no espera que estos hombres sigan deseándola tanto como ella los desea a ellos.

«Scapperai al mio tre, Janice Cross», sussurrò. «E assicurati che non ti troviamo». «No… Lucian». Spostai lo sguardo sugli uomini ai suoi lati, sperando — implorandoli — di dire qualcosa. Aiutatemi. «Calder, ti prego… Aiden…» Entrambi distolsero lo sguardo. Non riuscivano nemmeno a guardarmi negli occhi mentre sceglievano il loro fratello. «Uno.» «Lucian…» «Due.» «Non volevo.» «Tre.» *** Dopo aver perso nell’arco di una settimana l’uomo che credeva avrebbe sposato e i suoi genitori, Janice vuole solo prendersi cura della sorella malata. Non vuole un uomo. Non vuole tre uomini. Ma una notte è sufficiente per cambiare la sua vita e indirizzarla verso una nuova direzione. Aiden Grant. Calder Vaughn. Lucian Graves. Non si aspetta che i confini si confondano quando si tratta di questi uomini più grandi di lei. E quando tutto finisce, non si aspetta che questi uomini continuino a desiderarla tanto quanto lei desidera loro.

One mark. One male omega. Alpha Kael doesn’t want anyone to find out his shameful little secret. He would mate with the she wolf provided for him. Alpha Kael Blackthorn was born to lead the Blackthorn pack. A powerful, cold, and vicious leader bound by traditions he would never question… especially the one that demands he marry the beautiful Lyria and continue the Blackthorn legacy. “Mate.” “My mate could never be a male. The moon goddess has to be mistaken or something.” One accidental mark triggered a forbidden bond. And now Kael is fighting more than just tradition. He’s battling his own desires, the fury of his council, and that growing rebellion inside him. Loyalty or Love? Legacy or truth? Alpha or Mate? Just one choice.

“Você vai fugir quando eu contar até três, Janice Cross”, ele sussurrou. “E certifique-se de não deixar que a gente te encontre.” “Não… Lucian.” Voltei meu olhar para os homens de cada lado dele, implorando — suplicando que dissessem alguma coisa. Me ajudem. “Calder, por favor… Aiden…” Ambos viraram a cabeça para o lado. Eles nem conseguiram me olhar nos olhos ao escolherem o irmão. “Um.” “Lucian…” “Dois.” “Eu não quis fazer isso.” “Três.” *** Depois de perder, em uma semana, o homem com quem acreditava que se casaria e seus pais, Janice só quer cuidar da irmã doente. Ela não quer um homem. Ela não quer três homens. Mas uma noite é o suficiente para mudar sua vida e levá-la a um novo rumo. Aiden Grant. Calder Vaughn. Lucian Graves. Ela não espera que os limites se confundam quando se trata desses homens mais velhos. E quando tudo chegar ao fim, ela não espera que esses homens continuem a desejá-la tanto quanto ela os deseja.

"Do I feel like I need someone to warm me up?" He asked in a low voice. He had sat up, and suddenly, they were very, very close. "No," I whispered, staring at my hand that stubbornly attached itself to his chest. I had spent hours touching him, trying to find the worst injuries and treating them. But being face to face, where I could count each individual lash on his eyes, felt kind of intimate. I could feel the steady rhythm of his heart if I concentrated hard enough. Without thinking, I stroked his skin softly. He breathed in sharply, and I felt the shudder that ran through him. I felt like I was barely breathing at this point. If I inhale too sharply, something in the air would just snap. "I must admit," He said in a low voice as though it was some kind of confession, "If anyone had ever told me you would be my final undoing, I would never have agreed to allow you become my son's nanny." *** When the ruthless enigma finds himself falling for the single mother that's supposed to be the nanny of his son, he expects history to repeat itself again. (Possessive, obsessed, nanny, strong female lead, dominating male lead)

„Auf drei rennst du los, Janice Cross“, flüsterte er. „Und pass auf, dass wir dich nicht finden.“ „Nein … Lucian.“ Ich richtete meinen Blick auf die Männer zu beiden Seiten von ihm und hoffte inständig – flehte sie geradezu an –, dass sie etwas sagen würden. Helft mir. „Calder, bitte … Aiden …“ Beide wandten den Kopf zur Seite. Sie konnten mir nicht einmal in die Augen sehen, als sie sich für ihren Bruder entschieden. „Eins.“ „Lucian …“ „Zwei.“ „Das wollte ich nicht.“ „Drei.“ *** Nachdem Janice innerhalb einer Woche den Mann, den sie zu heiraten glaubte, und ihre Eltern verloren hatte, möchte sie sich nun nur noch um ihre kranke Schwester kümmern. Sie will keinen Mann. Sie will keine drei Männer. Doch eine Nacht reicht aus, um ihr Leben zu verändern und ihr eine neue Richtung zu weisen. Aiden Grant. Calder Vaughn. Lucian Graves. Sie rechnet nicht damit, dass die Grenzen verschwimmen, wenn es um diese älteren Männer geht. Und als es zu Ende geht, rechnet sie nicht damit, dass diese Männer sie weiterhin so sehr begehren, wie sie sie begehrt.

"I will do whatever you ask." I said, my voice steady even as my heart pounded like it was ready to fly out of my chest. "But I won't be a second Isabella. Not for you, and not for anyone else." Matteo's eyes darkened. "You are already her replacement. I think that counts as a second Isabella." *** Valentina Russo never expected her to take such a turn. When her sister, Isabella, flees from an arranged marriage to the ruthless Mafia Don, Matteo Nevarro, Valentina is forced by her mother to take her place. Trapped in a world of betrayal, deceit, and power, Valentina must find a way to survive and find her sister while also trying not to fall in love with her husband.

That was it. The last straw. My frustration bubbled over, my vision narrowing on the man who had just ripped my life out from under me. Without thinking, I kicked off one of my heels, snatched it up, and hurled it with all the strength I could muster. It struck the back of his head with a satisfying thud. ***** Kidnapped. Betrayed. Bound by danger... and passion? Caterina De Luca thought her engagement to Alessandro would be her ticket to saving her family, even if it meant enduring a loveless marriage. But when Luca Romano, a cold and calculating mafia boss, crashes her engagement party, everything changes. Ruthless in his vengeance and haunted by his past, Luca claims Caterina as his hostage... intending to use her to dismantle Alessandro's empire. Caterina is determined to win her freedom back, but all that blurs the line between captor and protector even further.

“Look at you,” he started, trailing the cold barrel of his gun from my forehead down to my collarbone. “Dressed like a wh*r* found on the street. No one would believe you belonged to me now.” Belong to him? “I will never belong to you.” **** Parents dead? Taken. Forced to become a seductress. Valeria Rossi just wants to live a life that doesn’t involves being told what to do all the time, and marrying someone of her choosing. But all that disappears when she looses her family within seconds and she gets taken by none other than the infamous Aiden Costa who turns her into a maid. Valeria intends to win her freedom back, but it isn’t easy to unblur the line between captor and protector.