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Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. Kayla Ferrell's dead husband, Patrick, isn't ready to move on yet. After their bright future is destroyed by a tragic car crash that leaves her in a wheelchair, he's determined to give her another chance at life-and love. But she's terrified of loving another man and losing the special connection they still share. When she travels to the exotic Fiji islands to watch her screenplay, Deadly Divergence, be made into an exciting motion picture, she finally meets Hollywood superstar Alex Matthews in person. This is exactly the opportunity Patrick has been searching for as instant attraction sizzles between Alex and Kayla. Alex may hold Kayla's heart, but a bitter divorce has left him emotionally scarred, unwilling to risk falling in love again. While Kayla struggles to regain the use of her legs, he struggles against his growing attraction to her. Can Alex and Kayla find the strength to overcome their paralyzing fears and embrace true love before the filming ends, and their time together runs out? "Erin Bateman's exceptional vocal talent makes the characters come alive! You'll laugh, rejoice, and maybe even cry a little as you experience Kayla's grueling struggle to walk again, and her heartache and joy as she falls headlong in love with the one man who has the power to heal or shatter her fragile heart." Ashley Hunter, Heartsong Reviews Excerpt Kayla would always remember that first golden glimpse of Alex Matthews, looking like a guilty little kid caught in the cookie jar, while his normally-sober partner roared with laughter. A keen pang of disappointment lanced through her heart. Of course she hadn't really expected them to act just like their TV roles-yet somehow she had, anyway! Foolish of her. She knew their screen characters intimately. She knew what they'd say, how they'd say it, how they'd react to any given situation. But these two glorious, larger-than-life people were total strangers to her. Suddenly she felt very shy, and more than a little awkward. Alicia stepped forward first, and warmly clasped her hand. "Welcome to paradise!" she smiled, instinctively liking what she saw in the younger woman's crystal-blue eyes. "Or as we like to call it, The Madhouse." Her grip was strong, yet somehow compassionate. Kayla felt her tensed nerves relax slightly. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Huntington," she smiled, and meant every word. Quinn MacAllister had brought her back to life. Alicia's character, Mariah Conners, had given her courage and strength through those first long months, when she'd been struggling to accept her grim new circumstances. Alicia heard the sincerity in her voice, and remembered the rumors. Sometime soon, they'd have to cozy up for a nice long chat. But in the meantime. "Allie, please," she urged, waving aside propriety with an easy smile. "A film set's no place for formality!" You're the one she's here to see. Allie's cheerful voice echoed in Alex's ears as he drew a deep, steadying breath, and tried to still his racing pulse. Let's make her week a memorable one. He was an actor. He could handle this. No one else needed to know how his heart was pounding. He stepped forward with a beaming smile pasted on his face. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Kayla Farrell. Welcome to Paradise Island!" And he forced himself to clasp her outstretched hand. Heat exploded in his palm, and seared all the way up his arm and shoulder. Startled, he took a hasty step back. He became aware of a fierce thudding in his belly-one that had nothing to do with her dreaded wheelchair, and everything to do with the heavy anvil gut-punching him. Alicia's eyebrows rose slightly as hot color flooded Kayla's cheeks. So the sparks were already flying, h Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. Cappel, Linda (ilustrador).…

Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. Abigail Lefay, owner of the infamous fetish club, The Black Flame, is much more than just an eccentric occultist. She's a powerful witch with a violent past. When the Chicago Mafia violates a truce with her coven, Abigail must leave her self-imposed sanctuary to teach them they're not the only family who should be feared. To save four innocent girls from violent rape and a life of slavery, she must incite.a Blood War! Excerpt Jimmy's mouth and jaw were bruised, and his left eye was swollen shut. But the adrenaline rush of revenge and his love of fire had him feeling just fine. He was going to roast those bastards alive and make those little bitches watch, then take his excitement out on them. Further down the hallway, two of the overhead lights suddenly exploded. Sparks showered down to the floor, and that part of the corridor plunged into darkness. "They're shooting out the lights," one man whispered. "I didn't hear any." Marco trailed off when two more bulbs blew out. Instantly they all edged closer to the walls and crouched, aiming their pistols at the encroaching darkness. More sparks flew, and this time Bellino glimpsed movement just beyond the shadows. "Now!" Marco barked, and each man squeezed off several shots. Wood splintered.but Bellino frowned when three bullets burst into flame with a popping sound, as if they'd exploded without hitting anything. A shape suddenly emerged from the shadows. Marco aimed his gun, then stared in surprise. "What the hell?" Jake demanded as the crow hopped into the light. It screeched at them, and spread its wings as if challenging them. "Bye bye, birdie!" Marco laughed, and squeezed the trigger. The bird squawked again, and excitedly flapped its wings. Each round exploded before reaching it. The air in front of them was shimmering. The crow made a noise Bellino swore sounded like a mocking laugh. "Wanna play with fire?" he snarled, and aimed his gun, preparing to hose it down with flame. He stopped when a tall, black-cloaked figure emerged from the shadows behind it. The cloak's hood was pulled low, hiding the face behind it. The person's arms were folded, and both hands were tucked into the cloak's wide sleeves. Willie and Jake didn't wait for orders; they quickly fired several more rounds. The figure raised both arms, and spread hands that were long-fingered and white as chalk. Every round exploded harmlessly without connecting, as if they'd struck an invisible wall. "Fire with fire, bitch!" Bellino yelled. A thin stream of flame shot out from his modified pistol, and enveloped the woman. "Yes!" he bellowed triumphantly. Sudden chills rippled down his spine. The woman was completely engulfed in flames, but she wasn't screaming.she wasn't even moving! Quickly he sprayed more fire, and the flames burned brighter. Then they vanished as if a switch had been thrown. "Mother of God," Marco whispered. The robe had burned away. The woman underneath was wearing a long black skirt that covered her ankles, but when she stepped forward, Bellino saw it was slit up to the hip on both sides, exposing high boots and thighs as white as her hands. Her top was a black and blue corset laced tightly to showcase large milk-white breasts. Her bare arms were covered from shoulders to elbows with demonic tattoos. A wild mass of blue-streaked black hair covered her downturned face. She advanced toward them, and Marco and Bellino cautiously retreated. At his side, Marco ejected his spent clip, and slammed another one home. "Defective rounds," he whispered, sounding as if he was trying to convince himself. "I want your name, bitch!" Bellino demanded. "I am the daughter of the devil." Her raspy voice echoed fr Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. Cappel, Linda (ilustrador).…

Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. Halloween will never be the same again! A costumed psychotic killer calling herself 'Bad Kitty' is stalking the streets of Providence. She targets unfaithful married men and promises them exquisite pleasure, but delivers only brutal death. Lead detective Josh Wilson, also a notorious adulterer, is one of her targets. He must race against time to stop her before she kills again. His trap is set, but will the hunter become the prey? Will he catch his elusive cat? Or will Bad Kitty prove that Every Dog Has Its Day? Excerpt "Police!" Josh hammered on the door. "Open up, now!" "She's going out the window!" a voice cried from inside the room. Josh stepped back, and kicked the door just under the knob. The force of the impact thrummed up his leg and into his hip as the door splintered and flew open. He stepped forward, gun in both hands, and in a second that seemed frozen in time, took in the scene. A man was naked and tied to the bed with pink ropes, his erect shaft purple from the sex ring's pressure. At the foot of the bed was their killer. She was dressed in a short, tight leather skirt with knee-high leather boots, and a pink low-cut top. Her black mask covered her upper face, and included a set of pink ears and long pink whiskers. As soon as he entered, her arm was moving forward. Lamplight caught the silver glint of the long blade as it spun through the air at his face. Josh threw himself awkwardly down and to the left. He landed on his knees, and was already bringing the gun back up when he heard a cry of pain behind him. He glanced back into the doorway. Matt was on his ass, staring in shock at the long curved knife protruding from his shoulder. The sound of breaking glass made him whip back. She was crouching on the windowsill. She swung her elbow into the frame, sending both wood and glass exploding out onto the fire escape. "Get your ass down on the floor, bitch!" Josh leveled the gun at her from his knees. "I said." Her hands flashed out, and Josh dove to the side as large shards of glass flew toward him. One sailed over his head, but the second hit the floor and skipped upward toward his face. Josh let momentum roll him onto his back. The glass shattered next to him as he saw her scrambling onto the windowsill. Josh squeezed off two shots. The first one went wild, hitting the wall to the right of the window. It sent a shower of plaster cascading down over the guy on the bed, who was screaming like someone from a horror movie. The second shot was much closer, hitting the frame just to her right. She yelped as chunks of wood exploded from the window, striking her. Josh rolled back onto his knees and took aim, but she'd already darted out the window. He jumped to his feet, and turned to check on Matt. His partner had wrapped a handkerchief around the hilt to try and preserve any prints, and was gingerly pulling the knife from his shoulder. "You all right?" he demanded. "It didn't go deep. Go get her!" He jumped to the left of the window, gun extended, looking out onto the platform of the fire escape. Seeing nothing, he spun around, checking the other side. "Wait for backup, then come after me!" he ordered. He leaped out the window, and looked over the railing. A shadow moving on the alley floor made the hairs on his neck rise. Swiftly he spun to the right and brought his gun up. She was hanging from the bars of the landing above them. She made a feline mewling sound, and viciously kicked his chest. The impact hurled him back into the railing. Fiery pain lanced through his shoulders and down his legs as he gasped in shock and landed hard on his ass. Before he could catch his breath, she dropped lightly onto the landing between his outstretched legs. "Hello, Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. Cappel, Linda (ilustrador).…

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Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. When FBI Special Agent Mariah Conners is injured in the line of duty, her partner, Quinn MacAllister, decides Bermuda is the perfect place for them to relax and recuperate. But it isn't called the Bermuda Triangle for nothing! First their charter plane goes down in a freak electrical storm, and they're cast adrift with two spoiled teenagers and an elderly retired couple. Then they discover that the remote tropical island sheltering them holds a deadly secret-a unique sentient lifeform with incredible healing power for those few who can survive exposure to its potent spores. And to really cap things off, an old enemy is in hot pursuit! He wants the spores for himself, and he'll kill anyone who gets in his way! Can Mac and Conners keep their companions alive and escape the mysterious island before he destroys them all? Excerpt "Mac!" Mariah stared in blank horror as the plane's shattered nose sank beneath the choppy storm-darkened waves, leaving behind only a trail of shimmering bubbles. "Mac!" Someone was holding her back, pleading with her, clutching her arms in a fierce paralyzing grip. "Let me go!" she yelled, wrenching free. "He's my partner!" The bubbles were slowly fading away. She dove, kicking hard, following the plane's lazy descent. Icy darkness enveloped her. Her lungs began to ache and fiery spots danced before her eyes. More rising air bubbles suddenly exploded in her face, blinding her. Then her groping fingers brushed against something slippery. Mac's leather jacket! One last frantic surge of energy moved her weakening legs, propelling her upward again, dragging his heavy weight behind her. Cold rain suddenly lashed against her upturned face. Sputtering, she sucked in deep breaths of precious air. Lightning flared overhead, painfully bright against her dilated eyes as she fought to keep Mac's sagging head above the waves. New energy surged through her aching frame when Reuben's hand locked around Mac's limp arm. "Hurry!" she shouted. "He's not breathing!" Esther leaned out perilously far to help, and slowly they hauled his long body into the raft. Then it was Conners' turn, and she wanted to sob with relief as the ocean reluctantly loosened its death-grip on her thrashing legs. Mac was sprawled face-down in the sloshing raft. "Help me roll him over!" she gasped. Oh God, his lips were blue, and his open eyes were glazed. Helpful hands steadied her as she bent to force air down his windpipe. Again. And again! And again! Suddenly his limp body convulsed, and a gush of salty water erupted from his open mouth. Conners tilted his head to one side and let the water drain. "Breathe, Mac!" she ordered, pushing hard against his ribs one last time. "Come on, damn it! Breathe!" He jerked again, and this time she heard the sweet rush of air filling his lungs. His chest began to rise and fall in a slow, rhythmic cadence as his taut muscles relaxed. Another huge wave crashed into the raft, drenching them with icy spray. "How long will this storm last?" Reuben shouted in her ear. Suddenly the black clouds and shrieking winds vanished. For one ageless, nauseating moment, the entire world seemed to whirl in dizzying spirals. Then a soft, warm rain began to patter down around them. She bolted upright and stared wildly around. "What the hell." It was impossible. Fierce squalls didn't just appear and then disappear in the blink of an eye. But the violent electrical storm was gone. The gigantic crashing waves were gone. And as they watched in stunned disbelief, the hazy gray clouds overhead simply melted away, and the golden sun began to shine down from a perfectly clear blue sky. The ocean around them was calm, gentle.and empty Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. Cappel, Linda (ilustrador).…

Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. A chance meeting and mistaken identity throw gorgeous Hollywood superstar Conor Fitzpatrick and pretty Kiera Donovan together in an unlikely romance fraught with tragic secrets that could endanger a young girl's life. When an arranged marriage seems like the only way to save Conor's daughter from a ruthless murderer, Kiera must risk destroying their growing love to return to Ireland and confront a terror from her past. Love and lives hang in the balance as they travel from Los Angeles to Las Vegas and then to the treacherous cliffs of Kilkee, Ireland, for a dramatic showdown with a crazed madman. Excerpt The ringing telephone jolted her, and sent her panicked heart into overdrive. Had something terrible happened to Lissa? Quickly she grabbed the receiver. "Hello?" "Kiera?" Conor's rich lilting voice filled her small bedroom. "Good, it is you. I was hoping I'd dialed the right number." "Conor." Momentary relief weakened her knees, and she sank down onto her mattress. Then her hands began to tremble-from delayed reaction, she assured herself. Just because she'd been worried about Lissa. Never, ever because she was thrilled to hear his deep, lyrical voice. "How did you find me?" His laugh was warm and full of boyish delight. "Directory assistance, of course. Did you think I'd followed you from the park?" "No, of course not." Why, after all, would an important man like Conor Fitzpatrick bother tracking her movements? Because her quick refusal this afternoon had intrigued him, she realized with a quick mental groan. She'd have done better to fawn on him until he got bored, and lost interest in her. Oh, she never should have let the phone company list her number when she'd changed it again last October! But she'd been so sure no one would suspect innocuous K. Donovan of having even the slightest connection with a far-distant Irishwoman named Peggy Delaney. Careless, careless, careless! Five cautious years of successful anonymity had dulled her sense of self-preservation! Conor's lilting voice scattered her chaotic thoughts. "I thought maybe we could get together for dinner tonight, since you won't have time for lunch tomorrow afternoon." "Why?" Kiera struggled to keep panic from ringing through her voice. "I'm not an actress or anyone famous. Why bother with me?" There was a moment of silence, so brief she wondered if she'd imagined it. Then he chuckled. "Obviously you haven't looked in a mirror lately." A hot flush rose to her tanned cheeks. She could almost see him on the other end of the phone, smiling in that sensual way that made women's hearts flutter. Sternly she ordered her own to settle back down into her chest, and stop trying to batter its way through her rib cage. "Conor, I don't think." "Have you eaten yet?" "Well no, but." "Then my timing's perfect! I'll be there in a few minutes." "Conor, wait! You can't just." "Kiera." A slow smile curved his lips, and his voice dropped to a deliberately intimate murmur. "I'm not going to take 'no' for an answer." Then he was gone. Shaken, Kiera stared blankly at the buzzing phone in her hand. This just couldn't be happening! Oh sweet heavens, what was she going to wear? A different kind of panic, purely feminine, washed through her like an icy wave. What could she wear that would impress Hollywood's sexiest new superstar? Peggy's picture! He mustn't see it! Gasping, she snatched it off the table, and thrust it deep into the bottom of her lingerie drawer. Not that she was ever going to allow him up into her bedroom. But still. He was a clever, persuasive fellow, and she couldn't be too careful. If he ever learned of her connection to Peggy, the results could be catastrophic. This item is prin Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. Cappel, Linda (ilustrador).…

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Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. For J.D. Walker, owner of the infamous fetish club The Devil's Playground, life is good. His club is successful, he has plenty of money, and he spends his time indulging in his lifelong addiction: sex. But despite his current success, he is still haunted by a dark and violent past. Two years ago, reporter Molly Malone was part of a news team sure they could prove the Playground was a high-end brothel where people paid to have their sickest fantasies fulfilled. But Malone and her partners underestimated J.D. Walker's powerful connections and the expose blew up in their faces, ending in a libel suit that cost all but Molly their jobs. Now J.D. faces a far more serious threat from Reverend Zachary Knox, a fire-and-brimstone preacher who has sworn to close dens of iniquity like the Playground. Knox's protestors are scaring always Walker's clients and his employees, and it seems the reverend has just as many connections as he does. Molly Malone wouldn't mind seeing J.D. go down, but she has a personal vendetta against Knox. Back in Alabama where Molly grew up, Knox and his corrupt ministry were responsible for the darkest event in her life, one that has left her scarred emotionally and craving dark perversions. Up until now, J.D. and Molly had nothing in common but a mutual loathing for each other. But both have reasons to bring down Knox, and are willing to dance with any devil that gives them a chance, including each other. Using Molly's firsthand knowledge of Knox's crimes and Walker's connections, the two unite to destroy their common foe.and learn they have more in common than they knew: they are both driven by the demons of their pasts. Excerpt "The detective who was involved with the fight in the parking lot, Higgins, works in Vice," J.D. said. "I'll call him, and give him the tip there's some funky shit going on in the Connecticut fetish scene. See if he gets any bites. But I still have doubts you could pull off going in there with us." Her spine stiffened, and she stared belligerently up into his eyes. "I'm tougher than I look." She realized she was losing the battle with Slut Molly when she impulsively goaded him, "I'd offer you a demonstration, but I doubt your girlfriend lets you off the leash for long. Isn't it about time you ran home and reported everything to Mommy like a good little boy?" "A demonstration?" He loomed over her and, despite her bravado, she took a nervous step backwards. "What, you think I'm one of those creeps from Chelsea? You think I'd jump at your little 'free lunch' sign?" "Oh, please." She glared disdainfully up at him. "You're an easy target! I've hit close to home with you every time, and you know it!" Her voice took on a caustic edge. "I know your kind, Walker, and I know how to handle you." "Do you?" His smirk reappeared, and he advanced steadily as she backed up again. The rational part of her mind screamed to tell him they were done, and make him leave, but her sluttish persona was eager to play her game. J.D. Walker had haunted her dreams for two years now. In a way, he'd become the personification of everything she craved, but shouldn't.the ultimate bad boy. An arrogant jerk who made her yearn to be treated the way he did his clients. The wall blocked her retreat, and he towered above her. "You want to play Tough Girl with me, Molly?" he demanded, gripping her chin in one large hand. "What's the matter? Don't know how to play the game because you're in your place, and not on your knees in some back alley?" "You arrogant son of a." "You want a demonstration?" he insisted. "I'll give you one." He released her, then began undoing her blouse. "I told you there's one rule: consent." Another button popped open, and her breasts heaved as she struggled for breath. "That doesn't mean you have to say yes.it just means you didn't say no. Tell me to leave, and I will. If Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. Cappel, Linda (ilustrador).…