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This sequel to The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty, the first of Anne Rice's elegantly written volumes of erotica, continues her explicit, teasing exploration of the psychology of human desire. Now Beauty, having indulged in a secret and forbidden infatuation with the rebellious slave Prince Tristan, is sent away from the Satyricon-like world of the Castle. Sold at auction, she will soon experience the tantalizing punishments of "the village", as her education in love, cruelty, dominance, submission, and tenderness is turned over to the brazenly handsome Captain of the Guard.

Valetti crime family underboss Vincent Valetti is hot. Like...jaw dropping, lip biting, panty wetting kind of hot. Tall and muscular, with the kind of dominant, cocky attitude that makes a girl's knees go weak. He commands respect and fear from the familia, and he deserves it. He's earned it. As for women...they can have one night and the most amazing f--k of their life, but that's all they get.

Dominic Valetti is only interested in two things: getting paid and getting laid. He's a bookie for the Valetti crime family, and he knows his shit. Dom's busy doing business, no time to dabble in social niceties. The women that chase after him wanting more than a dirty, hard f--k are only gonna get their hearts broken. That is, until Becca stumbles into his office to pay off her ex's debt. A hot brunette who's just as guarded as he is and has a body made for sin...and for him.

From best-selling author Anne Rice, writing as A.N. Roquleaure, in the traditional folktale of "Sleeping Beauty", the spell cast upon the lovely young princess and everyone in her castle can only be broken by the kiss of a prince. It is an ancient story, one that originally emerged from and still deeply disturbs the mind's unconscious. Now Anne Rice's retelling of the Beauty story probes the unspoken implications of this lush, suggestive tale by exploring its undeniable connection to sexual desire. Here the prince reawakens Beauty, not with a kiss, but with sexual initiation.

I was raised to be ruthless, and as muscle for the Petrov mafia, that's all I am.Then she got caught in the crossfire, and when it was over, she was mine - given as a temporary gift. Once a mafia princess, now just a bargaining chip, she wasn't a part of my plans. She's scared, alone, and has the most perfect, innocent baby blues that beg me to protect her. There's not an ounce of good in me. I don't deserve her, but I want her. I want her sweet submission and tempting curves, at any cost.

I'm not a good man, but I've never claimed to be. I'm the muscle for the Valetti crime family, and I fit the part with my hard, ripped abs, broad shoulders and cocky attitude. I've never wanted for anything, until I met her. A woman I can never have. She's forbidden. Just being seen together would put a target on both our backs. I can't help imagining those lush, sassy lips wrapped around the one part of me that doesn't give a damn she's off-limits.

They thought I would do my job. They thought I would kill her. They thought wrong. I'm a dangerous man. It only takes one panty-dropping, mouth-watering look to know it. You may be fooled by my good looks and charm. But my eyes give it away. I'm the hitman for the Valetti familia. They want men to talk, and I make them talk. They want men gone - bang, it's done. It's as simple as that. Until her.

In the final volume of Anne Rice's erotic trilogy, Beauty's adventures on the dark side of sexuality make her the bound captive of an Eastern Sultan and a prisoner in the exotic confines of the harem. As this voluptuous adult fairy tale moves toward conclusion, all of Beauty's encounters with myriad variations of sexual fantasy are presented in a sensuous, rich prose that intensifies this exquisite rendition of Love's secret world and makes the Beauty series an incomparable study of erotica.

Duncan Willis is sexy and confident, the kind of man every woman notices. You know, the one with the to-die-for body. And then there's the way his designer suits drape over his broad shoulders and big...well, we've all heard the rumors, the ones that say he's up for any challenge. Men like him don't notice women like me, and they don't date them. Until that one time that I catch him in a compromising position when I'm also in need of a last-minute date for a wedding...and then it's not a real one, simply a plus-one. It's blackmail.

When the secrets of Donovan’s past sins are revealed, his and Julia’s snow globe is threatened. With both personal and business endeavors at stake, he and Julia are forced to face the threats and dangers head-on, recognizing that villains don’t always lurk in the shadows and allies come from the most unexpected of places. Who will be left standing when the final curtain falls? Will what started on a dark snowy night survive the sun’s light? Don’t miss a second of the much-anticipated conclusion to the Sin Series.

Sexy, mysterious, with secrets hiding in the darkest of shadows, Donovan Sherman has stopped at nothing to achieve success. No one was immune. One snowy night, his world and his life changed when he found Julia McGrath at the side of the road. Finders keepers. With Julia’s happiness as his new goal, he must keep his past hidden. Unfortunately, the casualties he’s left in his wake are back to threaten the life and love he never thought he’d have.

At what age did I begin to question everything? Even I, Donavan Sherman, am unable to answer that question. As far back as I can recall, I saw the world not through the rose-colored glasses of others - the spectacles worn by those who see what surrounds them and are satisfied - but through vision hued by green. Life took me along a journey that didn’t sugar-coat the world; it opened my eyes to the true qualities of green - greed, illness, and envy.

Julia and Van found one another in a shaken snow globe. Stranded in a blizzard, they embraced being two individuals with no last names. The plan was to walk away from each other with no regrets - until that plan changed. Julia’s life was delivered a staggering blow the day she discovered her fiancé’s infidelity. The night she met a handsome stranger, one who showed her the possibility of a life filled with more than the fulfillment of expectations, she took a chance.

I can look, but I can’t touch. As the enforcer of The Lost Boys MC, I am used to getting my hands dirty. I’ve always kept my emotions in check. It helps given the position I am in. When I was tasked with watching over our President’s sister, I was ready for it. What I wasn’t ready for, is how that beauty would pull at my heart. I’ve known Ella for years.

I always get what I want. Until now. The club has been infiltrated. There’s a cop who knows too much. And it’s my job as president to clean up this sh-t. I can’t afford any distractions. But when Hayley slams into my bike, she’s all I think about. Her thick curves make me want to take her for a ride. She quickly becomes the stress relief that I need. However, the closer we get, the more questions about the club she has.

When’s the last time you had an orgasm? If you’re in the vagina owner’s club, you may well answer: way too damn long! Studies show that only 65 percent of straight women climax during sex (versus 95 percent of men). And regardless of orientation, the unfortunate truth is: For those of us with vaginas, climaxing isn’t guaranteed. No more! Are You Coming? invites everyone with a vagina to take their sex life to the next level.

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.

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. 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.

My life is one long fevered dream, balancing between being killed or killing. The name Harley Crow is one to be feared. I am an assassin. A killer. The villain. I own it. I choose this life. Hell, I crave it. I hunger for it. The smell of fear makes me hard and is the very reason the blood runs through my veins. Until I meet her… Marlowe Masters. Her darkness matches my own. In my twisted world of dancing along the jagged edge of the blade… She changes everything. No weapon can protect me from the kind of death she will ultimately deliver.

I sit amongst the presidents, royalty, the captains of industry, and the wealthiest f--ks in the world. We own Spiked Roses - an exclusive, membership-only establishment in New Orleans where money or lineage is the only way in. It is for the gentlemen who own everything and never hear the word no. Sipping on whiskey, smoking cigars, and conducting multi-million dollar deals in our own personal playground of indulgence, there isn’t anything I can’t have...and that includes her. I can also have her if I want. And I want.