Siggy Shade – лучшие книги

Breeding for a beast was not the fairy tale, happily ever after ending I had in mind…
I always knew my husband was shady. But drugging me and selling me in an auction to the highest bidder was dirty, even for him.
I practically begged the one-eyed giant in the crowd to bid on me, to save me. And he did.
He didn’t do it out of the kindness of his heart, though. If he even has one.
See, Lugh Conmac is the most violent, brutal monster the Irish mafia has to offer—and he wants me to give him two sons. In exchange, I’ll earn my freedom.
But it’s not long before I start wondering if I even want my freedom. Especially when Lugh gives me more respect (and orgasms) than my husband ever did.
Is it Stockholm syndrome that keeps me coming back for more, or is there more to it than that?
Guess there’s only one way to find out…

He’s my professor, and I’ll resort to blackmail to make him mine. When I hook up with a handsome man I met in a fetish store, I think I’ve found a sugar daddy. But he turns out to be my new professor and decides to call things quits. He's no ordinary member of faculty—he’s tall, dark, irresistible, and he’s hiding secrets. Secrets that could get him fired. Secrets that could get him killed. I already know one of them, and if better keep me happy if he wants my silence. But I soon discover the professor is no pushover. What happens when the hunter becomes the prey?

My ex’s lover tried to kill me. Then my night really got interesting…

All I wanted when I got home was a warm bed. Well, I found one.

Too bad my fiancé and his stepmother were already in it.

They had a plan to get rid of his father. And they wanted my help—or else.

Fortunately, my brain worked fast enough to get me out of there. But I think it was fate that made me run into Bard Dearg, the sexy older man my ex planned to murder.

I was shocked when Bard swore to protect me. Even more so when he took me to dinner with some very scary people. Then I was gobsmacked when he told me what he wanted.

See, I never thought I’d end up having the best sex of my life with a mafia daddy.

But I did.

Now, I’m surprising even myself with how eager I am to give him everything he wants, including revenge on his son.

And his new heir…

I finally met a man who values me and treats me right. Too bad he’s my fiancé’s dad…

Arranged marriages are every bit as awful as they sound. I should know. My fiancé is an asshole who degrades me for his own amusement.

But I tolerate him because that’s what good little girls do when their mafia family demands it.

Dancing is my only solace. So, when my instructor breaks her leg and begs me to take her place at the burlesque club, I agree. I figured I’d leave a little richer. That’s all.

I got way more than I bargained for.

When the masked man offered me cash for a private performance, I discovered two things about myself. First, I have a few kinks I want to indulge in immediately. And…

My fiancé doesn’t call his father Daddy. But after this performance, I sure as hell will.

I woke up in the middle of the night to find a dark figure standing at the foot of my bed. He claimed to be my soul mate, but I’m calling BS.

When I told him to get out, he sprouted tentacles.

I tried to run, of course, but he caught me around the waist and gagged me with one of his slippery appendages.

One thing led to another, and now I have a tentacle beast in my room who knows exactly how to make me moan.

He prefers the dark, claiming that he'll become wicked if I so much as turn on the light.

But now I'm tempted to call his bluff.

You're 99% sure that the boogie man is visiting your bedroom at night.

Every morning when you wake up, your clothes are shredded with sharp claws. He's even started stealing your underwear.

The only thing keeping you safe from his claws is your enchanted locket.

You've told the police, but they're useless. So, one evening, you set up your phone to record him and then you go to sleep.

The next morning, watch the recording to find a man with black wings rushing toward you before hitting an invisible barrier. Then he flies into a rage and tears up everything he can find.

As he reaches your phone, you press pause... To find the most beautiful man scowling into the camera.

Intricate black tattoos cover his muscular body and he's clutching your underwear in his huge hands.

But you're too busy staring at his forked tail that glistens with faerie dust.

It's time to capture the boogie man.