Resultados narrador por "Wen Ross" en Literatura y ficción

Powerful and merciless. Cunning and cruel. A monster wrapped in luxury and wealth. Mikhail Romanov is my opposite in every way… and my new husband.

Rian Merrick is a wildly talented tattoo artist, the unhinged "rockstar" professor on campus. Everyone's obsession. Now, I'm his. He doesn't care that I'm his student. He won't stop til I belong to him and he's ruined me.

I'm not a player—no one can compare to the fiery showgirl I left behind in Vegas. So when she shows up claiming to be my wife, I know it's our second chance even if she doesn't want anything from me except a divorce. There's only one thing a husband can do… blackmail. She's going to live with me, sleep in my bed, and be my wife for 30 days.

The king and queen of romance - Jenna Watson and Lorenzo Morgan. The "dirty duo" that makes you swoon, gets you hot, and then melts your heart with the happily ever after. Two newbie authors, one sketchy Instagram DM, a few phone calls, a drunken live video plotting out our next best seller, and then boom! Trending and on the radar of every publishing company in the industry, we make it - together. A best-seller list, two literary agents, and we're cruising by for the next year...until we don't. Writer's block hits and Lorenzo and I are forced to finally meet face to face.

We had the hottest hookup ever. And now, she’s having my baby. I’m a carefree single guy. A successful race car driver who enjoys hitting the track - hard. I don’t do commitments. Hell, I rarely even do repeats. Until I spent the night with a gorgeous, funny woman who rocked my world. No names. No identifying details. Just lots and lots of pleasure. Until we meet up again at my older brother’s wedding. And guess what, she’s my brand new sister-in-law, Rylee Ford. And apparently, now she hates me. Oh, and she’s also pregnant. Surprise, I’m the daddy.

When Gianna watches her older sister being forced into an arranged marriage, she promises herself to escape a similar fate. The moment Matteo - The Blade - Vitiello sees Gianna on his brother’s wedding, he wants to possess her. Her father agrees to the bond, but Gianna has no intention of marrying for any other reason than love. A few months before the wedding, Gianna runs away and begins a new life in Europe away from the mafia. But one of their best hunters and assassins is after her: Matteo.

We're a match made in hell, Stefan and I. He took me to exact his revenge. I went from being a pawn to my father to being a pawn to Stefan. The only difference is I have a ring the size of a boulder on my finger and a husband I don't want. And the hardest part is I thought he was different. I thought I was falling in love. I guess my father was right. I'm not a very smart girl. Stefan is a powerful man. He doesn't play nice, not if you're his enemy. But I've learned one thing about my husband.

Being an entertainment journalist was the last thing I thought I would be doing. I thought once I got my degree, I would be reporting on stories that made a difference, but now all I do is report on who broke up with who and who is dating who. I was over it. Then I got my next assignment. He’s Hollywood’s bad boy.

Have my baby. That was what my single-dad best friend, Seth, said to me while I was waitressing at the diner. His little girl wants a sibling. But Seth is a workaholic millionaire and doesn't have time to meet someone. Someone who won't screw him over, like his kid's mother. Only problem is this someone has secretly been in love with him since high school. I've been hiding it forever, not wanting to risk our friendship.

I took Azalea from her tower. She didn't come willingly, but she's not going anywhere. She's staying right where I have her - no matter her demands for freedom. Azalea thinks the world outside is full of wonder and beauty. She has no clue about the danger that lurks within every shadow - and hell if I don't want to keep her from finding out.

My orders are simple. Capture her. Marry her. Take her inheritance. Get rid of her. The bookish little recluse is worth more than she knows. She’s an unassuming librarian. I’m the brigadier of the Russian Bratva. She has no friends. I command a small army. She’s a modest woman. And now she’s mine.

Where I go, he always follows. Primal, Powerful, Possessive. Aleksandr Romanov is my nemesis...And my new husband. He thinks I'm the spoiled mafia princess. That I have the world at my fingertips. I may be his new wife, but he doesn't know the real me. No one does. But when Aleksandr touches me, he cuts me wide open as if trying to see the secrets I hide.

Everything in this world has a price tag. Even my innocence. That's what my father thought when he sold my V-card to the highest bidder. A million dollars and a chance to escape the country, far away from my toxic family. I thought I knew what to expect. Some old rich guy who thinks he can have anything he wants. Kirill Vyronov is not some old rich guy. Sure, he may be twice my age and so rich he could pave his driveway with solid gold bricks. Sure, he's the most gorgeous man I ever laid eyes on. But he's also the most bloodthirsty Bratva boss on the planet.

Men who betray the trust of the most powerful mafia kingpin in New York rarely live to make the same mistake a second time, but I'm not one of Antonio Volante's soldiers. I'm his wife. So I got his belt instead of a bullet. Even though I did what I did for the sake of someone dear to us both, my husband doesn't plan to let me keep my secrets any longer. That's why I'm bare and bound with my punished ass sore inside and out, begging desperately for the climax he's kept me on the edge of for so long.

When he invited me to join him for a drink, I thought Alessandro was an ordinary guest at my family's hotel. I didn't know I belonged to him until he told me right there in the restaurant. I thought I had a say in the matter. But when I stood up to leave, it just earned me a sore bottom for the plane ride to New York, where our wedding was already planned for the next day. But I was soaking wet for him before he even walked me down the aisle.

With one look at Leonardo Volante, I knew he'd be the kind of husband who takes off his belt when his bride is sassy. But I wasn't expecting to be ordered to strip the moment we were wed. Or to be quite so shamefully wet when he bared me... Even before he saw the arousal glistening on my thighs, he knew I needed him to bend me over, redden my ass, and then take me so roughly that I scream his name as he makes me his.

Once upon a time, there lived a witch. A powerful, brilliant, dope-as-heck one whose magicks inspired fear and envy. Like all classic fairy tales, her story had the usual goodies. Destiny. Missing souls. Unfathomable evil. The precarious fate of the entire universe. Blah, blah, blah. But let's get back to that witch with the awesome hair…