/0/28174/coverbig.jpg?v=20220529235105)
One medicine, one dose, Blyss.... The aphrodisiac to end all aphrodisiacs. A sex game that has been meticulously planned and orchestrated. Two cruel, gorgeous men...one helpless woman trapped in the between. Jully Oakley's intentions to spend the summer at home take an unexpected turn for the worst. Nicky has become his biggest fixation, and he will stop at nothing to get her. Nicky, who is dangerous and in charge, has been laying the stage for a long time, and when their worlds cross, sparks fly. Nick, on the other hand, underestimated Jully's fiery, independent nature. She'll fight him no matter what it takes. When Nicky's right-hand man, Travies, sets his eyes on the prize, all hell breaks loose. Nicky is in it for the long haul, while Jully is battling for her life.
"I'm going to miss you," I say quietly, my eyes welling up with tears that haven't yet been released.
"Hey, Jules, don't cry now." He takes a tendril of my long, golden hair and tucks it behind my ear, saying, "It'll only be for a couple of months."
"Yes, but it's overdue by a couple of months." "I'm going to be miserable," I admit with a sigh. My father has suddenly decided-no, demanded-that I should spend the entire summer at home now that my junior year of college has ended.
Adam's lips slowly brush all over mine, and I close my eyes as I enjoy the sensation. I adore his kisses, but this one is far too brief and ineffective. I give him my best pout when he pulls away, and he offers me a knowing grin.
I say, "I love you so much, Adam," with complete devotion. My heart starts to break, and I'm already missing him.
"And you know I adore you with all of my heart." He takes a breath and gives me a penetrating glare. "We're getting married about this time next year." I grin at this lovely man from the bottom of my heart. "I'm going to make you mine for good. I've had enough of waiting."
"How about the day after I graduate from college?" says the student. I make fun of you. I've developed a bit of separation anxiety over the last year, and I'm urgently trying not to have a meltdown.
Adam wraps his hands around my waist and nuzzles his nose into the crook of my neck when he draws my body closer to his. He kisses me there before moving on to my ear, knowing that my Achilles heel, my most sensitive erogenous zone, is there. It always catches me off guard, and he employs it as a covert weapon. My arms shiver and I get goose bumps.
He says, sending thrills down my spine, "I'd marry you tomorrow if I didn't believe your father would have me chained to a guillotine and dish my head on a plate for supper."
As the intercom speakers resonate throughout Logan Airport's terminal, a booming voice breaks our small interlude.
"Flight 964 to Atlanta is taking off now." I close my eyes and sigh as the speaker repeats its pronouncement. I capture him by interlocking my fingers securely behind his neck, not wanting to leave him just yet. In defeat, I sigh and lay my head on his muscular chest. He gently strokes my back, attempting to soothe my fears and ease me into our upcoming separation. I take a deep breath and memorize his aroma.
"It'll be fine; two months is nothing compared to a lifetime with you," he says softly against my ear. Then I notice Adam pulling away from me, albeit hesitantly. When he lifts my chin, I open my foggy eyes, and a single tear falls from my eyes.
"It's time for you to start going." He wiped away my tear and said huskily, "You don't want to miss your flight."
"How could that possibly be a bad thing?" I try not to sniffle, but I can't help myself.
He gives me a forced grin after releasing a rush of air from his lungs. "It won't be as horrible as you think, Jules." Your father is concerned in his own way. I'm not sure he appreciates how strenuous his demands are on you. It's probably simply his personality; as the ruler of a global empire, he's accustomed to imposing laws at every turn. He's had to work extremely hard to achieve his current level of accomplishment." He takes his hand away from my chin and wraps it around my waist, bringing me in.
All I have to do to inherit an empire is pass one final test. Assassinate my intended victim. Easy. I don't mind killing to survive. I have no problem bringing my enemies to justice. But then I notice her. She can't possibly be my target. She is most emphatically not my adversary. This has to be a typo. Because all I want is to have her, regardless of the consequences. And the ramifications are severe...
Tessa is a nice girl who has a sweet, dependable boyfriend at home. She has purpose, ambition, and a mother who is determined to keep her that way. But she hasn't even arrived in her freshman dorm when she runs into Hardin. Hardin is cute and different from what she's used to, with his tousled brown hair, cocky British accent, tattoos, and lip ring. But he's also impolite—to the point of cruelty. Tessa should despise Hardin for his attitude. And she does—until she finds herself alone in his room with him. Something about his dark mood draws her in, and when they kiss, she feels a passion she's never felt before. There was before Tessa met Hardin, and then there was everything that happened after... Nothing will ever be the same again.
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
Betrayed by her mate and sister on the eve of her wedding, Makenna was handed to the ruthless Lycan Princes as a lover, her indifferent father ignoring her plight. Determined to escape and seek revenge, she captured the interest of the three Lycan princes, who desired her exclusively amid many admirers. This complicated her plans, trapping her and making her a rival to the future Lycan queen. Entwined in jealousy and vindictiveness, could Makenna achieve her vengeance in the intricate dance with the three princes?
After two years of marriage, Kristian dropped a bombshell. "She's back. Let's get divorced. Name your price." Freya didn't argue. She just smiled and made her demands. "I want your most expensive supercar." "Okay." "The villa on the outskirts." "Sure." "And half of the billions we made together." Kristian froze. "Come again?" He thought she was ordinary—but Freya was the genius behind their fortune. And now that she'd gone, he'd do anything to win her back.
Three years ago, the Moore family opposed Charles Moore's choice to marry his beloved woman and selected Scarlett Riley as his bride. Charles didn't love her. In fact, he hated her. Not long after they got married, Scarlett received an offer from her dream university and jumped on it. Three years later, Charles's beloved woman fell terribly ill. In order to fulfill her last wish, he called Scarlett back and presented her with a divorce agreement. Scarlett was deeply hurt by Charles's abrupt decision, but she chose to let him go and agreed to sign the divorce papers. However, Charles seemed to delay the process deliberately, leaving Scarlett confused and frustrated. Now, Scarlett was trapped between the consequences of Charles's indecision. Would she be able to break free from him? Would Charles eventually come to his senses and face his true feelings?
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.