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À dix-huit ans, Nell est inconsolable. Kyle, à la fois son meilleur ami et l’amour de sa vie, meurt accidentellement. Elle sombre dans un chagrin fou dont personne ne semble pouvoir la tirer. Deux ans plus tard, la jeune femme croise le chemin de l’insaisissable Colton, le frère aîné de Kyle. La douleur est toujours vive, mais une irrésistible pulsion l’attire vers lui. Passion ? Fureur de vivre ? Un lien unique les unit et les consume au plus profond d’eux-mêmes. Colton pourra-t-il redonner à Nell le goût d’aimer ?

L’un des premiers titres du genre new adulte, véritable phénomène d’édition.

(Source : Lgf - Le livre de poche)

Je suis Madame X.

Je suis la meilleure dans mon domaine.

Engagée pour métamorphoser les fils incultes et superficiels de riches et puissants hommes d'affaires, Madame X est à la pointe du raffinement et de la culture. Elle les éduque et leur apprend à avoir confiance en eux, à s'exprimer correctement et à savoir se comporter dans le beau monde. C'est un professeur sévère et exigeant.

Mais derrière ce vernis sophistiqué, Madame X est une femme à la dérive, piégée par un sombre passé dont elle a tout oublié et par la protection d'un homme séduisant qui prétend posséder son corps... et son âme. Madame X le craint et le désire violemment à la fois.

Et même si les murs de son penthouse dans lequel elle surplombe Manhattan la rassurent, elle rêve aussi d'évasion. Mais elle ne connaît rien ni personne. Jusqu'au jour où cet autre homme apparaît...

Résumé (Traduction forum BdP)

La première fois que c'est arrivé, cela ressemblait à un miracle. Les factures s'empilaient, bien plus que je ne gagnais. Les factures d'hôpital de maman. Les frais d'études de mon petit frère. Les miens. Le loyer. L'électricité. Tout cela sur mes épaules. Et je venais juste de perdre mon emploi. Il n'y avait aucun espoir, pas d'argent dans la banque, aucun boulot à trouver. Et puis, alors que je pensais avoir perdu tout espoir, j'ai trouvé une enveloppe dans la boîte aux lettres. Pas d'adresse de retour. Mon nom dessus, mon adresse. À l'intérieur, un chèque, à mon nom, de dix mille dollars. Bien assez pour payer les factures et de quoi vivre jusqu'à ce que je retrouve du travail. Assez pour me laisser me concentrer sur mes études. Il n'y avait pas de nom sur le chèque, seulement ''VRI Inc.'', et une boîte postale quelque part en ville. Pas d'indice sur l'identité du donataire ou la raison du chèque. Aucune mention de remboursement, d'intérêt... rien... sauf un mot : ''Tu.''

Si vous receviez un mystérieux chèque, assez d'argent pour effacer vos soucis, l'encaisseriez vous ?

Je l'ai fait.

Le mois d'après, j'ai reçu un autre chèque, de nouveau de la part de VRI Incorporated. Il y avait aussi un mot : ''es.''

Un troisième chèque, le mois d'après. Cette fois, deux mots. ''À moi.''

Les chèques ont continué de venir. Les mots ont stoppé. Dix mille dollars, chaque mois. Une femme s'habitue à ça rapidement. Cela me laissait payer les factures sans m'endetter. Je pouvais garder mon frère à l'école et payer les soins de ma mère. Comment refuser de l'argent quand vous êtes désespérés ? Vous ne le faites pas. Je ne l'ai pas fait.

Et puis, un an après, on a frappé à ma porte. Une limousine noire attendait devant ma maison. Un chauffeur se tenait devant moi et il prononça sept mots : ''Il est temps de payer ta dette.''

Seriez-vous monté dedans ?

Je l'ai fait.

Résumé (Trad' BdP):

Vous vous demandez comment je me suis mise dans cette situation ? C'est simple: Le désespoir. Quand vous avez le choix entre vous retrouvez à la rue et affamée ou enlever vos vêtements pour de l'argent, le choix est vite fait comme vous devez l'imaginez. Ça ne rend pas la chose facile pour autant. Oh non. Je déteste ça en vérité. Il n'y a rien que je ne désire plus que de quitter ce bar et de ne plus jamais devoir y remettre les pieds, ne plus jamais entendre les pulsations de la musique techno, ne plus jamais sentir les regards lubriques de types excités sur mon corps.

Puis un jour, je rencontre un homme. Il est dans mon club, au premier rang et au centre. Il me regarde exécuter ma routine avec un regard affamé. Mais ce n'est pas le genre de regard auquel je suis habituée. C'est différent. Plus brûlant, plus profond, plus possessif. Et je sais qui il est, bien sûr que je le sais. Tout le monde sais qui est Dawson Kellor. Il est l'homme le plus sexy du monde d'après "People Magazine. Il est le plus bel acteur d'Hollywood. Et il est pressenti pour jouer le rôle de Rhett Butler dans le remake tant attendu d'"Autant en emporte le vent".

Il est le genre d'homme pouvant avoir toutes les femmes qu'il désire, dans le monde entier et en un claquement de doigt. Alors que fait-il là à me regarder comme s'il voulait me posséder. Et comment lui résister quand il pose sur moi ce regard vif argent à la fois bouleversant et enivrant ?

Je suis vierge, il est un "sex symbol". Je suis une strip-tiseuse, il est un homme habitué à obtenir tout ce qu'il veut. Et il me veut. Je sais que je devrais dire non, je sais que les règles du jeu sont faussées dés le départ... Mais ce que mon esprit sait, mon coeur et mon corps semble, eux, l'ignorer.

Et c'est là que les choses se compliquent.

Les magnifiques stars du rock comme Chase Delany Ne choisissent pas des filles comme moi. Ils choisissent des superbes top models ou das actrices, des filles minces qui ne mangent jamais et passent toute la journée à travailler. je ne suis pas cette fille. Alors quand il accrocha ses ardents yeux bruns sur moi pour le première fois, je ne pus croire que ça m'arrivait vraiment.

c'était la deuxième nuit que je passais avec lui et que je n'oublierais jamais.

Ever,

These letters are often all that get me through week to week. Even if it’s just random stuff, nothing important, they’re important to me. Gramps is great, and I love working on the ranch. But…I’m lonely. I feel disconnected, like I’m no one, like I don’t belong anywhere. Like I’m just here until something else happens. I don’t even know what I want with my future. But your letters, they make me feel connected to something, to someone. I had a crush on you, when we first met. I thought you were beautiful. So beautiful. It was hard to think of anything else. Then camp ended and we never got together, and now all I have of you is these letters. S**t. I just told you I have a crush on you. HAD. Had a crush. Not sure what is anymore. A letter-crush? A literary love? That’s stupid. Sorry. I just have this rule with myself that I never throw away what I write and I always send it, so hopefully this doesn’t weird you out too much. I had a dream about you too. Same kind of thing. Us, in the darkness, together. Just us. And it was like you said, a memory turned into a dream, but a memory of something that’s never happened, but in the dream it felt so real, and it was more, I don’t even know, more RIGHT than anything I’ve ever felt, in life or in dreams. I wonder what it means that we both had the same dream about each other. Maybe nothing, maybe everything. You tell me.

Cade

~ ~ ~ ~

Cade,

We’re pen pals. Maybe that’s all we’ll ever be. I don’t know. If we met IRL (in real life, in case you’re not familiar with the term) what would happen? And just FYI, the term you used, a literary love? It was beautiful. So beautiful. That term means something, between us now. We are literary loves. Lovers? I do love you, in some strange way. Knowing about you, in these letters, knowing your hurt and your joys, it means something so important to me, that I just can’t describe. I need your art, and your letters, and your literary love. If we never have anything else between us, I need this. I do. Maybe this letter will only complicate things, but like you I have a rule that I never erase or throw away what I’ve written and I always send it, no matter what I write in the letter.

Your literary love,

Ever

Nicholas Harris is a professional badass. Ex-Army Ranger, former personal security for the one and only Valentine Roth, mercenary, assassin, pilot, and my lover. After Roth and Kyrie holed up in their island fortress estate in the Caribbean, Nick started a private security contracting company: Alpha One Security. He hired the best of the best, the scariest, nastiest, toughest - and sexiest - security experts in the business.

And now he has the mission of a lifetime: the three-year-old daughter of two A-list celebrities has been kidnapped and is being held for ransom. The twist? The mercenary and Russian mafioso who snatched the sweet, innocent little girl is a vicious, evil, sadistic thug with a grudge against Nick.

And the fallout from this mission will be jet fuel on the flames of that grudge, pulling everyone around Nick into the vortex of violence and vengeance. Good thing we have the seven deadliest and most badass men on the planet on our team.

And oh yeah, there's little ol' me:

Layla Campari, mercenary-in-training.

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Your wedding day is supposed to be the happiest day of your life, right? That’s what they say, at least. I went into that day hoping I’d get the happiest day of my life. What I got? The worst. I mean, you really can’t get any worse of a day without someone actually dying.

So…I may have gotten just a little drunk, and maybe just a tad impetuous…

And landed myself in a dive bar somewhere in Alaska, alone, still in my wedding dress, half-wasted and heart-broken.

***

Eight brothers, one bar.

Sounds like the beginning to a bad joke, yeah?

I kinda think so.

Wanna hear another joke? A girl walks into a bar, soaking wet and wearing a wedding dress.

I knew I shouldn’t have touched her. She was hammered, for one thing, and heartbroken for another. I’ve chased enough tail to know better. That kinda thing only leads to clinginess, and a clingy female is the last thing on this earth I need.

I got a bar needs running, and only me to run it—at least until my seven wayward brothers decide to show their asses up…

Then this chick walks in, fine as hell, wearing a soaked wedding dress that leaves little enough to the imagination—and I’ve got a hell of an imagination.

I knew I shouldn’t have touched her. Not so much as a finger, not even innocently.

But I did.

The night I met Shane Sorrenson started off as the worst one of my life. I had just broken up with my fiance, John, after a huge fight. I decided I would rather walk home in the rain than drive with him another minute. Then Shane pulled up next to me on his Harley. He was huge, sexy and dangerous. Everything I'd never even dared fantasize about. I should have made him take me to a hotel, or a friend's house, or anywhere. Instead, I let him take me to his condo where he turned the worst night of my life into the most erotic, sensual experience I never would have imagined in my wildest dreams.

I've always been a good girl. I grew up in a small town, dated my high school sweetheart all the way through college, and married him. I even waited until our wedding night for my first time. Yeah, that kind of good girl. Finding my husband in bed with the church secretary came as quite a shock, needless to say. Finding out he'd slept with just about every female in town was an even bigger shock.

Discovering those dirty little secrets is what sent me on a journey that I will never forget.

Chase Delany is a rock star. Rock stars are expected to rock hard onstage and party even harder offstage. Chase is living up to those expectations, and then some. He leaves everything he's got onstage, and drowns the ache in his soul at the bottom of a tequila bottle. And then there are the girls. They throw themselves at him nonstop, a never-ending train of hot girls who want in his signature tight leather pants. The problem? Nothing, no amount of booze and no amount of backstage sex can heal the cracks in his heart left by Anna's rejection. And then he runs into Jamie. Anna's best friend. The one girl in the whole world who is off limits to him. The one girl who happens to be the one thing that seems to soothe the hurt inside him. Forgetting her proves to be impossible.

Jamie Dunleavy has always been an enthusiastic practitioner of the sexual arts. She's never apologized for it, and she owns it. She's been known to admit--to her best friend Anna Devine, at least--that she's a bit of a slut. Her deep, dark secret? She's tired of it. She doesn't want to be that girl anymore. She wants love, now more than ever, having watching Anna find her own happily-ever-after. So who does she find herself falling for? Chase Delany. Anna's very recent ex. A rockstar, and the one guy she knows she can't ever, ever be with. You don't bang your best friend's ex. You just don't. It's the one hard and fast rule of best friendship. Except, no matter how hard she tries to forget him, she can't seem to shake the image of his dark eyes and sexy tattoos and those lips she wants so badly to kiss and kiss until neither of them can breathe. She can't forget him, and she can't ever have him.

Miriam's life is a hot mess. Ben won’t let her go and she knows she can’t take anymore. She simply will not and cannot withstand another insult, another drunken rage, another blow. But she has nowhere to go, no one to help her.

One night, Ben’s alcohol-fueled abuse explodes hotter than it ever has before, and Miriam isn’t sure she’ll survive it this time.

Then Miriam meets Jack. Sweet, handsome, brave, and totally unafraid of the strange and often scary things that have begun happening whenever Miriam’s emotions run high.

As things between Miriam and Jack heat up, so does Ben’s jealous rage, as well as the mysterious fire that seems to burn hotter and hotter inside Miriam. She quickly discovers two things: one, that she has a lot more power and strength hidden within herself than she’d ever imagined, and two, that Jack's gentle, unwavering love can heal a lifetime of wounds and scars.

Will they survive to explore all that could be between them?

I showed up in backwater little Yazoo City Mississippi expecting to find solitude and a fresh start. I just left my wealthy, neglectful husband--with a couple million dollars belonging to him, I might add. When I got to Yazoo, though, I didn't find any solitude, that's for sure. I ended up in the arms of an oh so sexy young man named Tre McNabb. The problem? Tre is the preacher's son.

War has taken everything from me. My family. My home. My innocence. In a country blasted by war and wracked by economic hardship, a young orphan girl like me has very few options when it comes to survival. Thus, I do what I must to live, to eat, and I try very hard to not consider the cost to my soul. My heart is empty, and my existence brutal.

The one impossibility in my life is love.

And then I meet HIM.

War is hell. It takes a chunk out of a man's very soul to do the kinds of things war demands of you. You live with fear, you live with guilt, and you live with nightmares. If you haven't been through it, there's no understanding it. War leaves no room for love, no room for tenderness or softness. You gotta be hard, closed off, and ready to fight every moment of every day. Lose focus for a split second, and you're dead.

Now the only thing that can save me is HER.

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I wasn’t always in love with Nell Hawthorne; I was in love with a girl named India, before i ever met Nell. India? She was my first love, the girl who made me want to be better than my past, better than the blood and violence.

Live by the sword, die by the sword, that’s what they say, right? It should have been me, that day. But it was’t. It was her. And that changed me. Sent me down an even darker path than i’d been on before.

Until i met her. Nell Hawthorne. The girl who changed everything.

You know that story. But what you don’t know is everything that led up to that rainy day under a tree, at a funeral.

When my husband Oliver died, my life ended. My purpose, my passion, my everything bled out with him on the side of the Pacific Coast Highway.

Ollie was an organ donor. His eyes, his brain, his lungs, his heart…parts of my Ollie went out and saved lives.

Then His heart, beating in another man’s chest, found its way back to me, and I found myself faced with an impossible choice: hold on to the pain and beauty of the past and the memory of the man I loved, or reach for a bold new future, knowing each heartbeat will be a reminder of all I’ve lost.

•••

I wasn’t supposed to live past thirty.

My grandfather died at forty-five. Heart failure.

My father died at thirty-five. Heart failure.

The doctors told me my whole life that I wouldn’t see my thirty-first birthday. My heart was going to give out. It was just a matter of time: a rare blood type and an unusually large heart meant essentially zero chance of a transplant.

I proved them all wrong…by dying on my thirty-first birthday.

And then I woke up, alive, with another man’s heart inside my chest, and his widow on my conscience.

I spent my whole life preparing for death, and now I have to learn how to live. Only, as I soon discovered, living is the easy part.

Loving, and allowing myself to be loved…well, that’s a whole lot harder.

Once you enter, anything goes. No fantasy — however dark and dirty and depraved it may be — is forbidden. You have no past, no inhibitions, no morals… and no memory.

All you have to cling to is the memory of a scorching touch, a searing kiss, the wet slide of skin on skin, and the heat of breath across your flesh.

Step forward…

Turn the knob…

Step through into THE BLACK ROOM.

One year ago, I buried my husband.

One year ago, I held his hand and said goodbye.

Now I spend most of my days lost somewhere between trying to remember every smallest detail of our lives, and trying to forget it all. I fill my hours with work until I’m too exhausted to remember him, to feel anything at all.

One year, 365 days—and then one knock at my door changes everything. A letter from him, a last request, a secret will:

My dearest Nadia,

Trust me, my love. One last time, trust me. Sometimes the epilogue to one story is the beginning of another.