EIRLYS VAUGHN

« Ouvre grand, Golden Boy. Je sais que tu n’as pas arrêté de t’imaginer en train de me sucer la bite pendant tout l’entraînement. » Le sol froid du vestiaire me laisse des bleus aux genoux, mais ce n’est rien comparé à la poigne avec laquelle Michael Rossi me tient par les cheveux. Ma bouche est tendue autour de sa bite, mon cœur martèle contre mes côtes au rythme d’une honte pure et sans mélange. Je suis le défenseur vedette des Knights, l’Axel Thorne discipliné et intouchable, et pourtant me voilà, étouffé par la fierté de mon plus grand ennemi tandis qu’il me parle comme si j’étais son jouet préféré. ~~~~~~~ On surnomme Michael Rossi « la Menace », et pour une fois, les médias n’exagèrent pas. C’est le fer de lance de la ligne d’attaque des Rebels, un salaud arrogant et sans scrupules qui se prend pour un dieu. Je le déteste depuis la nuit où il m’a volé ma copine juste pour prouver qu’il en était capable. Depuis dix-huit mois, il sape ma tranquillité, me chuchotant des provocations à l’oreille et me plaquant contre la bande avec un sourire narquois. Aujourd’hui, un « baiser de vengeance » devenu viral nous a piégés dans un contrat de relations publiques. Pour sauver ma carrière, je dois jouer le rôle de son petit ami. Je suis censé faire semblant avec l’homme qui a ruiné ma vie, mais plus je me rapproche de lui, plus je réalise que cette rivalité n’était qu’un début. ~~~~~~~​Axel Thorne est le « Golden Boy », discipliné, aimé et béatement inconscient. Il pense que je suis le méchant qui lui a volé sa copine ; il ne se rend pas compte que je l’ai fait uniquement pour voir l’expression dans ses yeux. Cette rivalité n’a jamais été une question de jeu ; c’était une question d’obsession. J’ai passé chaque nuit d’insomnie à imaginer ce que ça ferait de enfin le faire mien.​Axel pense que nous faisons semblant pour sauver nos carrières. Il a tort. Je joue à un jeu où il ne gagne qu’en se perdant en moi.

"You ruined a five-thousand-dollar suit, Andrea Rostova. How exactly do you plan to pay for this?" When struggling art student Andrea Rostova spilled champagne on the "Prince of Steel," she expected to be fired. She didn't expect Maxwell Harrington to offer her a deal: play his fake fiancée to ward off an arranged marriage, and he would pay for her mother’s life-saving treatment. Andrea signed the contract, thinking she could keep her heart safe. But as the fake smiles turned into real passion, the boundaries of their arrangement blurred until Andrea was no longer just a pawn, she was in love. But Maxwell’s world is built on ice and secrets. Manipulated by a jealous ex-fiancée and his own deep-seated trust issues, Maxwell brutally casts Andrea out, believing her to be a gold-digging spy. Heartbroken and alone, Andrea discovers she is pregnant. Knowing the Harrington contract claims ownership of any heir, she disappears into the shadows to protect her child. Four years later, the secret is out. Maxwell, now hollowed out by regret, finds Andrea in a quiet coastal town and discovers the daughter he never knew existed. Furious at her disappearance but consumed by a possessive need to reclaim his family, he issues a cold ultimatum: return to his mansion for six months, or face a custody battle she can’t win. Forced back into his gilded cage, Andrea must decide if Maxwell is the man who broke her, or the one who will go "scorched earth" to protect them from the enemies closing in.

"Open wide, Golden Boy. I know you’ve been imagining sucking my c*ck in your head the entire practice." ​The cold floor of the locker room is bruising my knees, but it’s nothing compared to the grip Michael Rossi has on my hair. My mouth is stretched tight around his c*ck, my heart hammering against my ribs in a rhythm of pure, unadulterated shame. I’m the star defenseman for the Knights, the disciplined, untouchable Axel Thorne, and yet here I am, choking on the pride of my greatest enemy while he talks to me like I’m his favorite toy. ~~~~~~~ They call Michael Rossi the “Menace,” and for once, the media isn't exaggerating. He’s the jagged edge of the Rebels’ front line,a dirty, arrogant prick with a god complex. I’ve hated him since the night he stole my girlfriend just to prove he could. For eighteen months, he’s dismantled my peace, chirping in my ear and checking me into the boards with a smirk. ​Now, a viral "spite kiss" has trapped us in a PR contract. To save my career, I have to be his boyfriend. I’m supposed to play along with the man who ruined my life, but the closer I get, the more I realize the rivalry was just the beginning. ~~~~~~~ ​Axel Thorne is the "Golden Boy", disciplined, loved, and blissfully oblivious. He thinks I’m the villain who stole his girl; he doesn’t realize I only did it to see the look in his eyes. This rivalry was never about the game; it was about obsession. I’ve spent every restless night imagining how it would feel to finally claim him. ​Axel thinks we’re faking it to save our career. He’s wrong. I’m playing a game where he only wins by losing himself to me.

“Abra bem a boca, Garoto de Ouro. Sei que você passou o treino inteiro imaginando chupar meu p*to.” O chão frio do vestiário está machucando meus joelhos, mas não é nada comparado ao aperto que Michael Rossi exerce no meu cabelo. Minha boca está bem esticada em volta do p*to dele, meu coração batendo forte contra as costelas num ritmo de vergonha pura e absoluta. Sou o zagueiro estrela dos Knights, o disciplinado e intocável Axel Thorne, e, no entanto, aqui estou eu, sufocando com o orgulho do meu maior inimigo enquanto ele fala comigo como se eu fosse seu brinquedo favorito. ~~~~~~~ Chamam Michael Rossi de “A Ameaça”, e, pela primeira vez, a mídia não está exagerando. Ele é a ponta afiada da linha de frente dos Rebels, um cretino sujo e arrogante com complexo de deus. Eu o odeio desde a noite em que ele roubou minha namorada só para provar que era capaz. Por dezoito meses, ele destruiu minha paz, tagarelando no meu ouvido e me jogando contra a borda com um sorriso malicioso. Agora, um “beijo por rancor” que viralizou nos prendeu em um contrato de relações públicas. Para salvar minha carreira, tenho que ser o namorado dele. Devo entrar na jogada com o cara que arruinou minha vida, mas quanto mais me aproximo, mais percebo que a rivalidade foi apenas o começo. ~~~~~~~​Axel Thorne é o “Garoto de Ouro”, disciplinado, amado e felizmente alheio a tudo. Ele acha que sou o vilão que roubou a namorada dele; não percebe que só fiz isso para ver o brilho nos olhos dele. Essa rivalidade nunca foi sobre o jogo; foi sobre obsessão. Passei todas as noites sem dormir imaginando como seria finalmente conquistá-lo.​Axel acha que estamos fingindo para salvar nossas carreiras. Ele está errado. Estou jogando um jogo em que ele só vence se se entregar a mim.

«Apri bene la bocca, Golden Boy. So che per tutto l’allenamento non hai fatto altro che fantasticare di succhiarmi il cazzo.» Il pavimento freddo dello spogliatoio mi sta lasciando dei lividi sulle ginocchia, ma non è niente in confronto alla presa che Michael Rossi ha sui miei capelli. La mia bocca è tesa attorno al suo cazzo, il cuore mi batte forte contro le costole al ritmo di una vergogna pura e assoluta. Sono il difensore di punta dei Knights, il disciplinato e intoccabile Axel Thorne, eppure eccomi qui, a soffocare nell’orgoglio del mio più grande nemico mentre lui mi parla come se fossi il suo giocattolo preferito. ~~~~~~~ Chiamano Michael Rossi la «Minaccia», e per una volta i media non stanno esagerando. È la punta di diamante della linea d’attacco dei Rebels, uno stronzo scorretto e arrogante con il complesso di Dio. Lo odio dalla notte in cui mi ha rubato la ragazza solo per dimostrare di poterlo fare. Per diciotto mesi ha distrutto la mia serenità, chiacchierandomi nell’orecchio e sbattendomi contro le balaustre con un sorrisetto beffardo. Ora, un “bacio per ripicca” diventato virale ci ha intrappolati in un contratto di pubbliche relazioni. Per salvare la mia carriera, devo fingere di essere il suo ragazzo. Dovrei stare al gioco dell’uomo che mi ha rovinato la vita, ma più mi avvicino a lui, più mi rendo conto che la rivalità era solo l’inizio. ~~~~~~~​Axel Thorne è il “Golden Boy”, disciplinato, amato e beatamente ignaro. Pensa che io sia il cattivo che gli ha rubato la ragazza; non si rende conto che l’ho fatto solo per vedere lo sguardo nei suoi occhi. Questa rivalità non ha mai riguardato il gioco; riguardava l’ossessione. Ho trascorso ogni notte insonne immaginando come sarebbe stato poterlo finalmente fare mio.​Axel pensa che stiamo fingendo per salvare le nostre carriere. Si sbaglia. Sto giocando una partita in cui lui vince solo perdendosi in me.

«Abre bien la boca, Golden Boy. Sé que te has pasado todo el entrenamiento imaginándote cómo me la chupas». El frío suelo del vestuario me está dejando moratones en las rodillas, pero no es nada comparado con el tirón que Michael Rossi me da del pelo. Tengo la boca bien apretada alrededor de su p*ll*, y el corazón me late con fuerza contra las costillas al ritmo de una vergüenza pura y sin adulterar. Soy el defensa estrella de los Knights, el disciplinado e intocable Axel Thorne, y sin embargo aquí estoy, ahogándome con el orgullo de mi mayor enemigo mientras me habla como si fuera su juguete favorito. ~~~~~~~ A Michael Rossi lo llaman «La Amenaza», y por una vez, los medios no exageran. Es el filo afilado de la línea delantera de los Rebels, un capullo sucio y arrogante con complejo de dios. Lo odio desde la noche en que me robó a mi novia solo para demostrar que podía hacerlo. Durante dieciocho meses, ha destrozado mi paz, parloteándome al oído y empujándome contra las vallas con una sonrisa burlona. Ahora, un «beso por despecho» que se ha vuelto viral nos ha atrapado en un contrato de relaciones públicas. Para salvar mi carrera, tengo que hacerme pasar por su novio. Se supone que debo seguirle el juego al hombre que me arruinó la vida, pero cuanto más me acerco a él, más me doy cuenta de que la rivalidad no fue más que el principio. ~~~~~~~​Axel Thorne es el «chico de oro»: disciplinado, querido y felizmente ajeno a todo. Cree que soy el villano que le robó a su chica; no se da cuenta de que solo lo hice para ver la mirada en sus ojos. Esta rivalidad nunca tuvo que ver con el juego; se trataba de obsesión. He pasado cada noche de insomnio imaginando cómo me sentiría al reclamarlo por fin.​Axel cree que estamos fingiendo para salvar nuestras carreras. Se equivoca. Estoy jugando a un juego en el que él solo gana si se entrega por completo a mí.

„Mach den Mund weit auf, Golden Boy. Ich weiß, dass du dir während des gesamten Trainings vorgestellt hast, wie du meinen Schwanz lutschst.“ Der kalte Boden des Umkleideraums hinterlässt blaue Flecken an meinen Knien, aber das ist nichts im Vergleich zu dem Griff, mit dem Michael Rossi meine Haare festhält. Mein Mund ist fest um seinen Schwanz gespannt, mein Herz hämmerte gegen meine Rippen im Rhythmus purer, unverfälschter Scham. Ich bin der Star-Verteidiger der Knights, der disziplinierte, unantastbare Axel Thorne, und doch stehe ich hier und würge am Stolz meines größten Feindes, während er mit mir redet, als wäre ich sein Lieblingsspielzeug. ~~~~~~~ Man nennt Michael Rossi die „Bedrohung“, und ausnahmsweise übertreiben die Medien nicht. Er ist die scharfe Kante der Rebels-Sturmreihe, ein dreckiger, arroganter Mistkerl mit einem Gottkomplex. Ich hasse ihn seit jener Nacht, in der er mir meine Freundin weggenommen hat, nur um zu beweisen, dass er es konnte. Seit achtzehn Monaten zerstört er meinen Seelenfrieden, quasselt mir ins Ohr und checkt mich mit einem Grinsen gegen die Bande. Jetzt hat uns ein viraler „Rachekuss“ in einen PR-Vertrag gezwängt. Um meine Karriere zu retten, muss ich sein Freund sein. Ich soll mit dem Mann mitspielen, der mein Leben ruiniert hat, aber je näher ich ihm komme, desto mehr wird mir klar, dass die Rivalität nur der Anfang war. ~~~~~~~​Axel Thorne ist der „Golden Boy“ – diszipliniert, beliebt und selig ahnungslos. Er hält mich für den Bösewicht, der ihm seine Freundin gestohlen hat; er ahnt nicht, dass ich das nur getan habe, um den Ausdruck in seinen Augen zu sehen. Bei dieser Rivalität ging es nie um das Spiel; es ging um Besessenheit. Ich habe jede schlaflose Nacht damit verbracht, mir vorzustellen, wie es sich anfühlen würde, ihn endlich für mich zu gewinnen.​Axel glaubt, wir würden nur so tun als ob, um unsere Karrieren zu retten. Er irrt sich. Ich spiele ein Spiel, bei dem er nur gewinnen kann, wenn er sich mir hingibt.

I didn’t even see him move until he was behind me, hands strong on my hips, pressing me flush against him. My breath hitched at the heat, at the impossible force of him. “Kade…” I whispered, trembling, wanting him more than I should. His lips brushed my neck, and I shivered violently. I was helpless, lost to him, every nerve on fire. My hands clutched at his chest, but he was already in control, claiming every inch of me with possession that both terrified and thrilled me. When he groaned my name, low and rough, I knew there was no going back. I wanted him, all of him, and I would let him have me. And it didn't matter if he was the Mafia King and I was the Nanny. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Amelia Rose was never meant to survive. ​ At twenty-two, she works three jobs to keep her drug-addicted parents alive, only to be beaten and sold by the very people she sacrificed everything for. When she wakes chained in a black-market auction house, her fate is sealed with a single, devastating bid. ​ Four billion dollars. ​ Kade Silvano is a man of cold calculations. A respected CEO by day and the unforgiving king of the underground by night, he attends the auction to observe, not to participate. Until Amelia steps onto the stage. ​Silent. Defiant. Unbroken. ​ He doesn't buy her to be a hero; he buys her because he refuses to let anyone claim her. He brings her into his fortress under the guise of a nanny for his daughter, a role meant to keep her close and his hands clean. ​ But the "nanny" arrangement is a lie that keeps her safe and him sane. In Kade’s world, mercy is a myth and obsession is a death sentence. As the line between protector and captor blurs, Amelia realizes that falling for a monster doesn't mean you're safe. It just means you're the only thing he's willing to burn the world to keep. ​ In a world ruled by blood and power, love isn't a sanctuary. It’s a cage.

“Tell me you don’t feel this,” he said softly, his mouth brushing the curve of her ear. Heidi’s breath caught, but her voice stayed steady. “I feel it.” “Then why do you keep fighting me?” “Because I won’t kneel just because my body reacts to you.” His fingers slid from her wrist to her waist, slow and deliberate. “It’s not just your body.” Her pulse jumped when his thumb traced the bare skin where her bracelet used to rest. “Careful, Alpha.” His gaze darkened. “You’re the one who should be careful, Luna.” On her nineteenth birthday, Heidi Artemis stands before her pack prepared for rejection, not desire. Unable to shift and treated like a servant her entire life, she watches her fated mate claim another woman without shedding a single tear. She refuses to beg. Then Kurt Fenris returns from the grave and rips the pack’s future apart. Ruthless and commanding, Kurt takes the Alpha title by force and reduces his enemies to nothing. Heidi is the only one who dares to challenge him, and the tension between them is immediate and electric. When her jade bracelet shatters beneath his grip, their mate bond ignites, fierce and undeniable. He claims her as Luna before the entire pack. Inside the Alpha estate, their connection deepens with every heated argument and every lingering touch. As Heidi cares for his wounded son and confronts those who abused her, ancient magic awakens in her blood. Powerful enemies close in, hunting the divine force stirring inside her. War spreads across territories, vampires rise from the shadows, and a monster plots to claim her heart. They once called her weak. Now the world will learn what happens when a celestial Luna rises.