Multicultural

Basilio DiLustro. Charming. Deadly. A monster dressed in a three-piece-suit. Wynter Star. Realist with the most romantic of hearts, hiding it all under her ice princess fame. The two were never meant to cross paths. When they do, worlds collide and volcanoes erupt. Basilio makes her feel everything when she’s with him. Protected. Loved. Desired. Every monster has a weakness. She’s his. His obsession. His addiction. His only salvation.

Summer Madison is the opposite of everything Maxwell Sutton finds attractive in a woman. And yet, here he is, fighting powerful feelings for the new personal assistant his brother hired while he was out of town. Everything about her is wrong, yet his thoughts are consumed with nothing but her. Determined to do anything he can to stay away from her, Maxwell develops a no fraternization clause to the company policy. But rules and logic only last for so long.

I have one simple rule: no boyfriends until graduation. I'm too close to my goal of landing a full ride to college to get distracted now. Besides, I blend in better at the skate park than I do in the hallowed halls of Savage Academy, a boarding school for the rich and overprivileged, so staying away from guys hasn't been a problem. Until him.

Rani Shah is everything I can't have—too young, too sweet, too innocent. Not to mention, she's my late wife's sister and my son's nanny. So when she asked me to kiss her, I should have refused. When she begged me to touch her, I could have turned her down. When she coaxed me to take the one thing she's never given away—her virginity—a better man would have walked away. Should have, could have, would have... But I didn't.

Tut mir leid, Printsessa ~ deine Freiheit ist jetzt vorbei. Du gehörst jetzt mir. Du bist meine Rache. Die Tacone-Familie hat die Mafiya von Chicago ausgelöscht. Meine Bratva. Meine Familie. Also habe ich ihre kleine Schwester geschnappt. Und ich will sie nicht mehr gehen lassen.Ich will sie am liebsten für immer behalten – meine geraubte Braut. Statt Lösegeld sollen sie doch gleich eine Mitgift zahlen.

Brotherhood and beer meets single mom and apple pie. We make an odd couple—our differences obvious—but when hatred and danger threaten to destroy everything of value in our lives, we only get stronger.

I’m a grease-stained enigma. A watcher, a protector, an ex-con, and a mechanic. My name is Brick. I’m old enough to know good things come to those who wait, and hungry enough to go after what I want. I am a proud independent. A nurturer, a cook, a casualty, and a grandparent. My name is Lisa.

Ich habe etwas zu gestehen. Ich hasse Junggesellinnenabschiede. Eine Nacht voller Penis-Strohhalme, peinlichem Tanzen und der Ansage: Du bist auch bald dran, Kaitlyn! Vor allem, wenn sie in einem superschicken Club in Miami stattfindet, wo ich eigentlich nicht hingehöre. Schlimmer kann es doch gar nicht werden, oder? Hier kommt Mr. Groß, Dunkel und ich wusste nicht, dass es so schöne Menschen gibt. Mr. Griesgram schlechthin. Sein finsterer Blick hat etwas Bedrohliches. Vor allem, nachdem ich einen Kellner und mich mit einer Ladung Champagner überschüttet habe.

Pretending to date my rich, sexy, and caring friend Gabriel could grant us the deal of a lifetime . . . or ruin my chances of ever running my family's company. Gabe is handsome and surprisingly down to earth for a billionaire. Teaming up with him for a massive project shouldn't have required us to fake a relationship. My machista Latine family is to blame for forcing us into it. They think my goal should be to settle down and make babies, not run a corporation. But I won't let anything come between me and my career plans . . .

Sometimes love just isn't enough. This may be the case for Isabella 'Izzy' Waylen and her estranged husband Gabriel Hernandez. Although they've known one another since childhood, they were never given the opportunity to nurture their love before embarking on the journey of starting a family. Now, they struggle to find balance in their marriage and family life and find themselves on the brink of divorce.