«Sé que a veces puedes creer que no. Que parezca que no quiero saber nada de nadie o me importe una mierda todo. Pero siempre voy a querer saber de ti». Beatriz Ronald se enfrenta a la pérdida de su madre y la repentina inestabilidad económica de su familia tras el despido de su padre. En medio de esta crisis los Kruse, una familia multimillonaria y viejos amigos del padre, llegan a Nueva York y le ofrecen un puesto en su famosa empresa. La única condición de Beatriz es que: debe llevarse bien con esa familia, especialmente con el complicado hijo del jefe. Un joven alto, observador y cubierto de tatuajes que parece desinteresado en conocer gente nueva. La llegada de los Kruse transforma la vida de Beatriz, sumergiéndola en un mundo de lujos, eventos exclusivos, misterios y una creciente empatía. Así que mientras lucha por acercarse al hijo de esa familia, descubre que ambos comparten el mismo dolor. ¿Cómo se siente saber que la persona que menos esperas está igual de rota que tú? ---------- PRIMER LIBRO DE LA SAGA "AMOR"

For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)