Иден О'Нилл – лучшие произведения

Найт Рид — приспешник самого дьявола. Он высокомерный самовлюбленный засранец, которого я ненавижу всей душой.
Парень считает себя рыцарем, но его доспехи чернее, чем уголь. Он прекрасный бог со злым сердцем. Я знаю это не понаслышке. Мы были еще детьми, когда впервые встретились. Его жестокий поступок перевернул всю мою жизнь. Маму уволили, и нам пришлось переехать. Это была наша первая и последняя встреча… До сегодняшнего дня.
Он член братства в моем новом университете, бог кампуса. Такие, как я, его не интересуют. Но все изменилось, когда я стала свидетельницей одного инцидента. Найт требует, чтобы я забыла увиденное. Он не спускает с меня глаз и, кажется, готов пойти на все, чтобы заставить меня молчать.
Мне нужно держаться от него подальше, но я не могу. Я не боюсь того, что произойдет, если я раскрою его секреты. Меня пугает то, как сильно я хочу поддаться искушению узнать поближе темного рыцаря…

They call him kingpin. A blond titan with the looks of a god, the wealth of a king, and the influence of the mob. Lance Johnson is the guy you go to when you want anything on Woodcreek University’s campus. And I mean, anything. He’s got more than one dean in his pocket, as well as nearly all the university’s staff—the professor I’m a TA for included. He’s got grown men and respected scholars by their balls, but he doesn’t have me. I have a direct hand over his academic future and not only does he know that, he gets off on it. He tests me in any ways he can. He plays with me and pushes our boundaries to the point of their brink. He doesn’t care that I control his grades. And definitely doesn’t care that I have a boyfriend. He says I’m nothing but a perfect, little beauty queen. A plaything he can’t wait to break. He sets his sight on me and I’m a target of the most powerful man I’ve ever seen. He has to be if I let him kiss me.

I gave him my virginity. But it turns out he wanted so much more. Stepbrother nightmare. That's Jaxen Ambrose. He's beautifully vicious, lethal, the villain, and I'm nothing but the plaything that gives him his high. He says I must pay for my sins. I do that or he'll end me. He's got it in his sick mind I've done something to him. That I've taken something from him but I'm no thief. The only thief is him. My enemy, my obsession. He involved me in his wicked game without me even knowing. Before he was cruel, he was kind, a stranger who'd been gentle and sweet. I even believed him capable of love. Only, that love turned out to be what I should fear most, his wickedest play of all. It's true that his cruelty could break me. But his love could destroy me.

Two lost souls. Two separate lives. A high dive. A challenge. And a pizza. "What do you say, Jersey girl?" He asked me that over a deep dish, a man I met at a wedding when I'd been trying to forget the epic disaster that was my life. He was too young, but I was hurting, sad, and recently divorced. Basically, the trifecta for bad decision-making. Did I mention I'm divorced? Because I am, and he made me laugh. God, did he make me laugh and I didn't do that. Not anymore. My ex-husband stole something from me I could never get back, and my pizza companion was there to offer an alternative. His body and a night to forget old wounds from the past. And I'm totally not a terrible person because he was running from something too. We both were. Two strangers drowning in the sea of our own pain. He had a past and a woman he was trying to f*ck out of his mind, and I had a trauma that needed the same prescription. One night to forget all the crap and the people who came before. One night of rash decisions. One night with a beautiful man who made me smile. Made me laugh. He's in his twenties. I'm in my thirties.