En la cima de la montaña, el aire es más frío y el silencio más ensordecedor. No es solo la nieve la que cae en el descenso, también lo hacen las certezas y los miedos. En el mundo del snowboard, cada salto es un riesgo y cada curva puede cambiarlo todo. Sue Harper ha pasado su vida deslizándose entre expectativas y sueños, buscando algo más que aplausos: la certeza de que su lugar en la cima le pertenece. Pero cuando la línea entre la ambición y los sentimientos se vuelve borrosa, el verdadero desafío no está en la pista, sino en mantener el control cuando el corazón quiere lo contrario. En un espacio donde la lealtad, la rivalidad y la libertad chocan como avalanchas, aprender a confiar puede ser más peligroso que cualquier caída. Porque el hielo guarda secretos, y a veces, lo más difícil no es llegar arriba... sino no perderse en el camino.

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)

Bella is a shy girl, but when you get to know her she's outgoing. When she was 5 something tragic happened to cause her to be the sheltered girl that flinches at the slightest movements. She always treated people kindly and with respect but she never received it back. She was a target for people to pick on and hurt both physically and mentally. With her father always working she feels alone. But when the bad boy starts to become protective of her she started to see that she wasn't alone anymore. Ryder is a bad boy, he has a past that no one knows about, he sticks to his three best friends, and has really bad anger issues. His blue eyes are always cold and always has that I hate you type of look. But when he sees Bella flinch he stares into her brown eyes seeing pain and fear, yet the fear didn't seem like it was because of him and that caused something to stir inside of him. It makes him hate this feeling and had the urge to protect her from whatever was causing her that fear, and without even knowing she became his everything. With Bellas past catching up to her will Ryder protect her? Are they exactly what they need for each other? Or will they tear each other apart? Read to find out more

El mundo ardió volviendo cenizas a una mujer hecha para pecar. Ahora la lascivia le ha dado paso a una latente lujuria dispuesta acabar con lo que queda. Rachel James resurge enfrentándose a dos bestias que están dispuestas a todo por ella. Las cartas están en la mesa, un cargo está en juego y la teniente James debe prepararse para un nuevo duelo. Si te gusto Lascivia amaras Lujuria. *Advertencia: contenido adulto (+21) *Contiene escenas sexuales explícitas y lenguaje fuerte. ¡Lujuria está disponible en librerías! TODOS LOS DERECHOS RESERVADOS. OBRA REGISTRADA EN SAFE CREATIVE CON EL CÓDIGO 1806097343155. PROHIBIDA SU COPIA PARCIAL O TOTAL. Copyright © Eva Muñoz, 2018.

Melissa Crawford thinks she's just a regular teenage girl. She goes to school. She has friends, boy problems, homework...you know, the typical teenage angst. But she couldn't be more wrong, for Melissa Crawford is not a mortal. Her adoptive mortal mother refused to give her up and hired a witch to erase the enchanting Faery child's memory, not realizing that things aren't that simple. You see, when she was a little girl, Melissa promised herself forever to her Leannan Sidhe (mate), a Fae Prince, and a promise to Fae is sacred. When the Fae Prince comes back to claim what's his, nothing will get in his way. "Mortals are so arrogant. So utterly narcissistic to think that they are the only intelligence in this world, to believe their realm is the only realm, their way is the only way. "Many of you believe us fairies only exist in little kids' fairy tales. We are so much more than that. We exist, living in the Realm just a blink away from yours. A few wrong turns in the park or the forest and you're there. We sometimes walk among you, and you're not even aware of it. Believe me, we exist. Across the globe, your kind calls us and our realm by different names...but as William Shakespeare once said- a rose by any other name..."

TERCER LIBRO Jack Ross y el compromiso nunca se habían llevado bien. Cosa que, siendo sinceros, le había facilitado muchas situaciones en la vida. Sin embargo, algo cambió cuando conoció a Jenna, sus ojos castaños brillantes y su sonrisa tímida. Pero... tres meses no eran suficientes como para enamorarse de alguien, ¿no? Así que, ¿qué importaba si intentaba pasar más tiempo con ella del que le gustaría admitir? ¿Qué importaba si, después de todo, sí que era tiempo suficiente como para enamorarse? ¿Qué importaba si, por primera vez en su vida, daba a alguien la opción de romperle el corazón?