"admit it." he whispers in my ear. "admit what?" i pant and whimper when his fingers rubs me harder. "that i make you feel good." he says and grabs my jaw, making me look at him. "never." i breath out and moan as he kisses me harshly. .... academic rivals and constantly competing even though she cheerleads for his team. daphne really doesn't like her best friend's brother and aiden does not like his sister's best friend.

Elara's new apartment is quite. Old floorboards. Cold nights. A strange stillness in the air. She tells herself she's alone. She should be. But the door sometimes closes on it's own. Her blankets feel tucked in tighter each night. And in the mirror... she swears someone else is brushing her hair. Who is Lorna? Why does she feel so close? And why can't Elara remember what she's starting to feel? •Some homes keep their secrets • •Some secrets live with you •

Jalaluddin Muhammad, The mighty and merciless Emperor of Hindustan, never believed in love. He conquered kingdoms and women with the same ruthless grip. No softness. No feelings. No attachments. But the moment his eyes fell upon Jodha Bai, the innocent and breathtaking Rajput princess he married for political gain, something in him stirred-not tenderness, but hunger. She wasn't like his harem women. She didn't flirt, didn't defy, didn't even know how tempting she was. Her shyness, her lowered lashes, her quiet tremble when he touched her-only fueled the fire inside him. He expected Fire. He received Softness. But Softness can still tame a lion-if she survived his passion.