Bøker av Alta Hensley

Forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest. It had been years since I had seen her.Years since I last saw those eyes with pure, raw innocence.So much time had passed since I lusted after what I knew I should resist.But she was so right.And I was so wrong.To claim her as mine was breaking the rules. Boundaries should not be broken. But temptation weakens my resolve.With the pull of my dark desires...I know that I can't hide from my sinful thoughts-and actions-forever.*Devils & Rye is a dark billionaire romance. If you don't like a splash of shock, a dash of taboo, and a heavy dose of dirty, then don't take a sip of this TOP SHELF cocktail.

Une fois qu'on est ancré dans le péché, il n'y a plus de retour en arrière possible.Elle n'était pas censée en payer les conséquences.Mes ennemis ne devraient pas être les siens.Mon passé est sombre, et mes démons sont redoutables.Je devrais la laisser libre, protégée des ténèbres qui me hantent toujours.Mais je n'arrive pas à renoncer à elle.Mon obsession est trop forte.Elle est mienne, même si je ne devrais pas la garder.Mais je suis bien placé pour savoir que la mafia ne laisse personne lui échapper.

Una volta che sei radicato nel peccato, non puoi tornare indietro.Non avrebbe dovuto trovarsi nel fuoco incrociato.I miei nemici non dovrebbero essere anche i suoi.Il mio passato è oscuro e i miei demoni sono pericolosi.Dovrei lasciarla libera, al sicuro dalle ombre che ancora mi perseguitano.Ma non posso lasciarla andare.La mia ossessione è troppo forte.È mia anche se non dovrei tenerla.Ma io più di tutti dovrei sapere che la mafia non lascia andare nessuno.

I'll stop at nothing to own her. I'm a collector of dolls.All kinds of dolls.So beautiful and sexy, they become my art.So perfect and flawless, my art galleries are flooded by the wealthy to gaze upon my possessions with envy.So fragile and delicate, I keep them tucked away for safety.The dark and torrid tales of Drayton's Dolls run rampant through the rich and famous, and all but a few are true. Normally I share my dolls for others to play with or watch on display.But not my special doll.No, not her.Ivy is the most precious doll of all.She's mine. All mine.*Scoundrels & Scotch is a dark billionaire romance. If you don't like a splash of shock, a dash of taboo, and a heavy dose of dirty, then don't take a sip of this TOP SHELF cocktail.

Du wirst diese Braut nehmen.Von diesem Tag an zu haben und zu halten.Bis dass der Tod euch scheidet.Dies wird dein feierliches Gelübde sein. Du hast keine Wahl. Ich bin gefangen in verdrehtem und dunklen Liebeswerben mit einer geheimen Frau, die ich heiraten werde, da sie meine Kraft zum Überleben braucht.Ich wandere auf dem schmalen Grat zwischen Wahnsinn und Realität und bin jetzt der Beschützer meiner zukünftigen gefangenen Braut.Also bleibt mir nichts anderes übrig, als das Gelübde zu rezitieren. Ich nehme dich.In dieser arrangierten Ehe. Bis uns der Tod scheidet.

Lei è mia prigioniera. La testimone del mio crimine. Non la lascerò mai andare.Sono un uomo disperato. Una settimana fuori di prigioneE sono di nuovo nei guai. Quando un sicario della mafia viene a cercarmi,Lo finisco a mani nude. Ma la bella fioraia è testimone del mio delitto.Ora è mia prigioniera. Non posso lasciarla andare.La mia anima è irrecuperabile, irretita per sempre in un covo di peccato.Ma il resto di me sa cosa vuole.E io voglio lei.

My power is absolute. My rules are law.Structure.Obedience.Discipline.I am in charge, and what I say goes. Black and white with no gray.No one dares break the rules in my dark and twisted world... until her. Until she makes me cross my own jagged lines.She's untouched. Perfection. Pure.Forbidden.She tests my limits in all ways.There is only one option left.I will claim her as mine no matter how many rules are broken.

Elle est ma prisonnière. Témoin de mon crime. Je ne la laisserai jamais partir.Je suis un homme désespéré.Une semaine que je suis sorti de prison, et les ennuis m'ont déjà trouvé.Quand un tueur à gages de la mafia s'en prend à moi, je l'achève à mains nues. Mais la jolie fleuriste a vu mon crime.Désormais, elle est ma prisonnière. Je ne peux pas la libérer.Mon âme est condamnée, plongée à jamais dans un nid de péché.Mais le reste de mon être sait ce que je veux.Elle.Bénissez-moi mon père car j'ai péché.Mon âme est irrémédiablement souilléeCinq ans se sont écoulés depuis ma dernière confession.Cinq ans depuis que ma mère en larmes m'a vu être traîné hors du tribunal, les menottes aux poignets.Trois ans depuis que j'ai tué un homme en prison. À présent, ma tête est mise à prix.Trois jours de liberté, et je commets déjà un autre péché pour survivre.Et encore un autre avec elle, ma jolie témoin.Et un autre avec elle.Et un autre.Je ne demande pas l'absolution.Tout ce que je désire vraiment, c'est elle.

Sie ist meine Gefangene. Die Zeugin meines Verbrechens, die ich niemals gehen lassen werde.Ich bin ein verzweifelter Mann. Seit einer Woche aus dem Gefängnis entlassen, und der Ärger hat mich wieder.Als ein Mafiakiller Jagd auf mich macht, bringe ich ihn mit bloßen Händen um. Doch die wunderschöne Floristin beobachtet mein Verbrechen.Jetzt ist sie meine Gefangene. Ich kann sie nicht freilassen.Meine Seele ist nicht mehr zu retten, lebt für alle Ewigkeit in einem Sündenpfuhl.Aber der Rest von mir weiß, was er will.Und ich will sie.

Once you are rooted in sin, there is no turning back.She wasn't supposed to be in the crossfire.My enemies should not also be hers.My past is dark, and my demons are dangerous.I should let her be free, safe from the shadows that still haunt me.But I can't let her go.My obsession is too strong.She's mine even though she's a possession I shouldn't keep.But I of all people should know, that the mafia doesn't let anyone go.

She's my captive. A witness to my crime. I'll never let her go.I'm a desperate man. One week out of prison and trouble found me again. When a mafia hitman comes after me,I end him with my bare hands. But the beautiful florist witnesses my crime. Now she's my prisoner. I can't let her go.My soul's unsalvageable, forever living in a den of sin.But the rest of me knows what it wants.And I want her.

The problem with secrets is they create powerful monsters.And even more dangerous enemies. He's the keeper of all his family's secrets, the watcher of all.He knows what I've done, what I've risked… the deadly choice I made. The tangled vines of his mighty family tree are strangling me. There is no escape. I am locked away, captive to his twisted obsession and demands. If I run, my hell will never end.If I stay, he will devour me. My only choice is to dare the monster to come out into the light, before his darkness destroys us both. Yes… he is the monster in hiding.And he is the end of my beginning.

I know how villains are made.I've watched their secrets rise from the ashes and emerge from the shadows.As part of a family tree with roots so twisted, I'm strangled by their vine.Imprisoned in a world of decadence and sin, I've seen Gods among men.And he is one of them. He is the villain.He is the enemy who demands to be the lover.He is the monster who has shown me pleasure but gives so much pain. But something has changed…He's different.Darker.Wildly possessive as his obsession with me grows to an inferno that can't be controlled.Yes… he is the villain. And he is the end of my beginning.